Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

As he came up the stairs, the wall opened on its own. Huh? Is that an automatic door?

What a surprise, but I'd just be tired if I had an attitude where people live. Hi-tech housing. Go through.

There was an aunt at the counter with a good width. Do you ever get tired of a place like this killing landscape? It must be a cell, this is it.

"Oh. Are you home yet?

"No, because my parents have disappeared, and I'm trying to get Zigo to pick a weapon for me."

"Parent?"

An aunt with a good width tilting her neck.

"It's the outsider who was downstairs. That's what they asked me to call you."

She was surprised with her eyes wide open, as it was unlikely that she was in a well-deserved aunt.

"... and Master, do that...?

Oh, a good aunt is some kind of craftsman, too. I thought it was the store number.

"Oh. That's what you call me because I've lived for years and forgotten my name."

I'm talking about how much you live, but I can't help it if you stick it in an outsider, just convince him with 'Oh, yeah'.

"... you're not surprised...?

"The world is full of wonders. Don't be surprised. Not to mention it's not uncommon to be out there. The Black Dragon is still stranger."

Something like that, too? That's a statement, but it's a fantastic life of everything, and I wouldn't be surprised if anything came out anymore. No, well, I suppose I'd be surprised if it was a get-together thing.

"... what kind of life are you...?

"It's a life full of encounters."

That's the only life I can say anymore.

"More than that, what about Zigo?

"I work in the back."

"That's an outsider's shop. It's fully equipped. What kind of craftsman is Grandma?

Grandma's hands are artisan's too. Well, I don't know what it is.

"Me? I am a master's disciple. Well, at the bottom, it's mainly the store number."

"Go down, how many disciples do you have on your side?

"Oh. I'm the forty-sixth apprentice, so the forty-five should be up there. I only know the forty-fourth and forty-fifth ziegos."

That's quite a grand pupil relationship. If it's a book, it's over a hundred books, isn't it? Just read it.

"Parents take good care of themselves."

My desire is the best. It feels like I'm going to say apprentice or mendoxe.

"Mm-hmm. It's not such a good idea to take care of him. It's just that the environment gives you everything you need. I was born in Slam Street, but when I showed my motivation, he made me learn letters and magic. Well, my brother, though. But thanks to you, you've given me a full way of life to make me fat, so I'm an important person."

I see. Your lair, your witch, your parents should take care of this country. This is where we came from.

"Nice meeting you."

"... at all, my master will like it. It's not the kind of face you can put out at that age."

I don't know what I look like, but I know better if I feel the same way about my parents.

This is my home and final home. And more importantly, it is also the place of the beloved. I know what I want to take care of, what I want to protect, what I'm happy about, really well.

"... family, what the..."

Happiness that seemed to gain and did not. You finally got it, you don't want to lose it, naturally.

Being different from people doesn't make your mind any more than people. I don't know if that's a good idea or a bad idea, but I'll do my best to affirm it.

Happy for its shape.