Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Anyway, Mr. Frau doesn't know why I'm being driven out."

The rare sight of Kroir and Frau walking side-by-side through the city of Klinge had the power to unintentionally look back at the people on the road.

Flau is in his usual apron dress, but does Cloire mean he looks like an elf this time? He says a cute yellow shirt and a flared skirt. He matches his leather boots with white high socks as well as white gloves that are all the way to his elbows.

At first glance, it looks like two frivolous girls are walking with them, but in fact one is a seventy-year-old half-fairy, and one is a combination that is only low in real age, but is almost unusual in a city of people who say fairies can affect the entire city of Klinge.

I tend to be fooled by the poor girl's appearance, but they are also substandard beings who can both just pick up wins alone, even if they deal with the army if they have all the conditions.

"The Master says he wants to leave the procurement of soldiers to the experts, because there are limits to the construction of buildings at the hands of men when it comes to the defense of the city."

"Are you an expert?

Taking his eyes off Frau, who walks beside him, Kroir shifts his gaze to the streets.

Klinge has a lot of green space by the time it is unusual as a city inhabited by people because of Lianya's policy.

Plants planted in green spaces are mostly materials that can be used for something rather than for ornamental purposes.

It is planted with fiber for roping, something that can be used directly as food, or even a plant such as medicine or some of it as poison.

Toxic to boulders are sometimes marked with precautionary signs, which are accidentally taken into account so that the city's inhabitants do not put them in their mouths, but nevertheless their size is much higher than that of a normal city.

"You even grow elf beans, and they're appropriately stolen. This?

The stopped cloire touches a leaf that is blue and bushy in a place like a flowerbed.

Originally, elf beans are crops of elves that can be said to live in the woods, and varietal improvements have been made to grow even in less sunlight blocked by forest trees and in somewhat lean lands.

What makes Lianya slightly different from the world she was in is that the elf beans become crawling.

In other words, it is the type of plant that stretches up as it rolls into something, and without it, it crawls extensively across the ground, but what is grown in Klinge was stretching its sprawl only in the flowerbed in a well-behaved manner without any disorder as to why.

"The fertility seems kind of very good, too, so why?

"It's the result of my tutorial."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Flau answers Cloire as she gently turns away and hides her expression when she asks him, feeling like she has overheard something very out of place.

Although he was a clower who had been staring at Frau for a while, he decided to make sure that Frau would not return his gaze to himself before returning his eyes to the flowerbed again and forgetting about the inquiry.

Croix thinks there are one or two things that nobody wants to be asked, and a hundred or two depending on the circumstances.

There's not a single thing that's good for each other if we can't get through there.

Kroir had learned well since he started dating Lianya that he was happier without knowing what he didn't have to know, if not harmful.

"Residents are allowed to use plants grown in the city unless they are harvested or monopolized."

"Again, that's unusual, isn't it?

I don't know so many cities with cloires.

Not quite, if it's inside the Elf country, but when it comes to the city of the people, what I've seen properly is about Kuklika, except for Klinge.

Still, if you think about the knowledge gained from hearsay, books, etc., you have a lot of knowledge, and even if you think about those knowledge together, there is absolutely no information about the city that grows food in the city like Klinge and makes it good for the proper people to eat it.

It's the master's intention.

Frau says as he walks out again, and Kroir follows behind him.

"At least you don't have to be scared of hunger as long as you're in Klinge."

"It's a dream story."

Kroir's reaction was immediate.

Klinge is still a new city, so there's no place like it, but if it's about the city of Kuklika, there's really a ghetto.

It was the same thing as in the kingdom of the elves, and Kroir knew that there were such people who would have trouble eating even in the capital where the emperor was.

Few are in the kingdom of the elves supported by the grace of the forest, but it is not uncommon in the kingdom of the people to starve to death.

There is no need to be frightened of hunger, to extinguish those who said so.

If politicians listen, it is a story that will be laughed at with their noses before discussing the high and low levels of difficulty.

"Perhaps so. Perhaps not."

The words of Frau, to which he replied, were different with the tone and made the croir a little.

With a somewhat satisfied grin on the consequences of the shock his words had on Cloire, Frau continued in his usual tone after his tongue was pelted like a toddler whose mischief had succeeded.

"Either way, all Frau can do is try to reflect the Master's intentions as much as possible in reality."

"It would be great to be real. And that brings me back to the first topic."

While trying to change the subject, Cloire realizes when he is finally coming to the outer edge of Klinge.

Klinge has been assigned the role of shield to protect the Principality of Triden from the threat of the grumpy forest, due to its urban location.

For this reason, the construction of walls to protect the city was under way on a rapid pitch in parallel with the improvement of the internal equipment, but in addition to that, the demon king appeared in the shrine, so the wall protection was carried out by presenting the appearance of piercing work.

As a result, the exterior wall construction ended at an incredible rate if you look at it from other cities, but Lianya doesn't really like the appearance of this exterior wall, and she's twisting her head wondering if she can't improve it somehow.

"I think it's a fine outer wall, huh?

Now Kroir looks up at the wall as he walks after Frau, who walks out along the outer wall.

Its height is preferably over 10 m, and its thickness is also around 2 m.

"It's not hard to break walls that are just stiff."

From time to time he stops, drops his eyes on the soil at his feet and says Frau as he examines something, but Cloire wonders about the words.

Because I thought it couldn't be that easy a way to break through all these walls lightly.

"If it's a master, it's a moment."

"What about assuming it's out of standard? I don't have any chili."

It is true that Lotus Yama would instantly turn the stone walls that Cloire sees into pointless rubble in an attack that made things say to the immense magic that Cloire thinks might be a slash flash or almost endless.

But I also think it would be very pointless to say that we will work out measures against it.

In the first place, there is no way that there are more than one capable being like Lianya, and assuming she was there, the approximate strategy would end up in a pointless line of words.

"That's true, too. But I'll do whatever I can."

Flau thinks there's a difference between saying that he won't do anything because he can't do it anyway and saying that he tried everything but couldn't do it as a result.

He also wondered whether it was supremely natural to assume the greatest of the possible threats because it was a matter directly linked to the lives of the inhabitants.

"Master's ability to cut a knife, that's outside of physical common sense, so there's nothing I can do about it."

"That's cheating, isn't it? Because I can barely physically or magically prevent it."

Beside Lianya, Cloire, who had seen Lianya wave a sword, had come to one conclusion.

That concludes that there is no way to defend the blade of that sword wielded with Lianya's skill.

At least it is unlikely that Kroir will be able to prevent it at all with the technology it possesses and the materials it knows.

I barely figured out a defensive way to say that if you build a wall thicker than that sashimi, it doesn't seem like it's just going to get doubled off by one sword, but this is also going to be pulled out if Lianya keeps changing her angle and slashing her guts.

If I didn't even hit him, he wouldn't have been slashed, but if he asked me if I could keep dodging that Lianya attack, I could only answer that Chloe couldn't.

"I have to give up what it is."

"I don't think you have any other hands..."

"More than that, Chloe. I need you to put your hands there for a second."

It was just around the border between the outer wall and the ground that Frau pointed to.

The uneven ground is dewy, and someone seems to have dug it back once. There are different places of color from the surrounding soil.

As Flau asked, Cloire gently placed her hand on the ground, taking off her gloves as she crouched on the spot.

The softness of the soil, which had just been dug back, was transmitted to the palms, and the smell of the soil reaching the nasal cavity made Kroir feel that the land surrounding the place with the kringe was a good soil rich in richness and nourishment.

"I want you to stay put for a while."

With Croix crouching, Flau puts his hand on Croix's shoulder, which has become affordably tall.

"I don't mind that, but what the hell am I going to do..."?

The tail of the cloire I asked jumps.

That was because of a softly placed palm of Frau on his shoulder into the body of the cloire, feeling somewhat unclear.

It doesn't feel uncomfortable, but I also feel different when asked if that's why it's preferable.

"Frau was originally your fairy. It may be a little different now, but recognizing the city of Klinge as the master's home has enabled us to empower the city as a whole."

There has been no reaction from Chloir.

My thoughts are confused by something I don't know about being poured out of my shoulder, and I can't even afford to return the words.

Something of it goes through the body of the clower once, and then it is stained into the earth through the palms that are attached to the ground.

Croix's thought of what the hell this is accelerates the degree of confusion, but Frau pales on explaining whether he knows it or not.

"But I'm still a fairy in your house, so it's like there's a limit to what you can do or what you can do."

"So... so... so...?

"There was something I had to do to reinforce the outer wall if I had to figure out the best way to do it. But Frau's power alone could do that. So I needed the help of that expert elf."

Kroir felt the ground begin to vibrate, albeit slightly, from the feel behind his feet.

Female screaming male rage from somewhere far away reaches the ears of a clower with excellent hearing as an elf.

From the distance of that voice, Kroir guessed that some sort of anomaly was happening on a city scale.

"After all, if you let them handle plants, they're no match for elves."

"Shit, bump...?

In front of Cloire, who tried to ask what the hell he was talking about, the ground he was clapping at ripped open.

I pulled my hand unintentionally, but my body won't listen to me.

In situations such as wanting to escape but not being able to escape, he could not move his gaze while his immobile body remained motionless, and when the clower was solidified while staring at the ground, something as thick as a child's wrist stretched out of the rift on the ground as if it were going to plunder the tip of the clower's nose and poke at heaven.

Without taking his hand off the shoulder of the cloire, which was unable to move while facing the ground, at the tip of Frau's gaze, which looked up at the sky, he stretched up at once to the same height as the outer wall. When it mounted to the wall only once, at the next moment he began to softly stretch out a slightly thin spread and eat into the outer wall disappointingly.

Just as we skinned it, it began to grow so that thick crawls popped out of the roots of the outer walls just as they did all over the city would cling to the outer walls.

"Nah!?

"I think these walls have sticking spreads. I've arranged for the same thing to stick on the outside of the outer wall."

I managed to move only my neck and look up. Only the unspoken sound is leaking from Cloire's mouth.

Kroir, an elf, had instantly discovered the identity of that plant, which had grown abruptly in front of him, but he panicked without being able to equalize it between that plant, which was in his knowledge, and the one that continued to grow in front of him.

That was the elf bean that was out in the conversation between Croix and Frau.

However, normal elf bean spreads can't get as thick as they are growing in the presence of cloires making a stinging noise.

"By applying green curtains to the outer walls, the stones will be reinforced over disappointing combinations. Sister Emil's special nutrient soaked elf bean seeds boast a bright, thick cloud, so the fire control measures are perfect."

Immediately the sprawling of surprisingly grown elf beans was in the form of sticking or eating into the stones forming the outer walls, or entering the gaps, to support the entire wall with its thick sprawl.

It was applied to the entire outer wall that covered the city, and the wall, which was gray with stripped stone, instantly transforms into a green leafy wall.

If you say so, it's like netting the entire stone wall.

While the net holds the wall securely, it continues to act as a wall, even if it collapses slightly.

"Even if the stone wall itself is slightly broken, the crawl will retain it, and this much of the elf bean crawl should be able to take a significant amount of beans."

It was a one-stone bird and a chest-stretching flaw, but Cloire really gets hooked on the word Emil's special nutrient.

"Can you eat that?

The strange sensation that only flows through the body has disappeared, and the croir rises as he pays off the dirt on his palms.

Flau took his hand off Cloire's shoulder so that it could be combined with the motion.

"Emil, it's your sister's ink."

"No, I don't think it's even a guarantee that he's tattooed the person who made it?

Croix organizes the situation.

Apparently Flau was not able to promote and cultivate elf beans on this scale alone, and by catalyzing the body and attributes of the elf known as the cloir, he poured magic into it and made it grow all at once by staining it across the ground.

Seems like the seed planted on the ground where Cloire was holding his hand was the detonator, triggering its germination so that other seeds sprouted as well.

"It was a trick for species to pass on their paths through magical paths to each other, and for other species to grow in chains, if force was injected into one."

"Lenya said she wanted to leave it to the experts, what do you mean?

If that's what Lianya was saying, it could have been a statement after Frau told me about the sight that's happening in front of me right now.

For if I had to protest against Lianya, I whipped him to the body where there was still something like paralysis, and Frau turned away softly when Cloire asked Frau.

In one of its tricks, Kroir understands that apparently the story was the creation of Frau.

"Shall we discuss it, Frau?

"... I disagree with violence. We'll talk only in words."

If they hear you were tricked into bringing them in and then forced to cooperate with them in some sort of uncertain way, you get angry with Croix.

Wrapped in a fist that clenched the sensory magic that had recently strangely grown, Frau began to turn his thoughts fully about what kind of pomposity he should be in to get through this scene while fading his face slightly to the clower that stuffed him with a smile.