Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"I'm sorry. I suddenly pushed him."

Giving a gift that seems graceful and perfect enough to forget about the slime.

"Don't worry about it. I'm a sudden pusher, too, and I can't get mad because I'm being dealt with."

Well, we're basic, welcome. I only shut the door to people who don't like it.

"Thank you. It would help if you could say that."

You must have come out of your heart, relieved bumbell. What a high spec slime.

"So, what's today?

"It's hard to say, but don't listen to the Lord"

I'm interrupting the carriage because I'm telling you to go inside in the dark.

What a japanese and messy octatami as you can't imagine from a wretched carriage.

Yeah, well, Elina Dashi and I were forced to convince myself, and I lowered my back to the recommended seat.

"I'll make some tea now"

"Whatever."

I responded to the bumbell by removing all my sight from Elina sitting in front of me.

Tea and pancakes will be served and I will be happy to have them. Uh, tea is umae.

"Bae which!

Evidently, you cut a numb on my escape from reality, Elina, slapping the shabudai with both hands and screaming. Really, the reality is tough.

"Huh. Okay. I'll listen. You'll be fine listening. What the hell?

Let's get back to a fun reality.

"Awkward, we want to blow up hot patos!

"Huh."

"Is that it? Unsurprisingly cool?

No, it feels colder than cool? What you're talking about, hot Pathos, it's freezing my heart that something in me refuses to do.

That said, you have to accept reality to see it. but I don't have the courage or the guts to see it fixed, so I see the embraceable bumbell first. You're the only place I can find my heart.

"So, what are you saying?

"No way thru!?

Hi. You're a good boy, so wait a little longer. I'm talking about something important right now.

"What shall I say, do you know that the Lord paints?

"Oh, I don't want to know what you're drawing."

You already know that. I don't ask anything like that. One or two things I don't want people to touch. Guess what.

"As it were, well, I put what I was drawing next to you at this time, and I was going to the harbor, and let me say that I was shaken by something, let me say that I was shocked, what a trouble to explain, but the Lord's 'hot patos' just left me alone? Looks like I created a lot of thin books..."

"Hey, why not? I'm a little comfortable being able to look at a boy like he sees a bug."

Kick the bug out of sight and concentrate only on the bumbell.

"Books, huh. Well, it's up to Elina to create it, and do as she pleases, but why are you coming to me? Let me tell you something, I'm more literary than a painting."

I don't deny comics and pictures, and I think they're great. But my taste is full of letters. It's just quality that the painting is a little bit adequate. I would argue that whoever likes can read what he likes, right?

"Oh, no, please read it to me. I won't even rip my mouth off. I was wondering if you could introduce the reader, or someone of your kind, to the like-minded..."

Along the way, I decided not to hear what Bamberg really meant. Hard to impose a challenge...... Ah.

"Are you there!?

It was too late to deny Bamberle's delightful cry (help). He was blocking his escape route with eyes and signs like a hunter.

"... I don't know if it's the same hobby as Elina, but if he likes man-to-man friendship for a man hater..."

At that time, I gently flushed out that I had a weird taste, but now that I think about it, I have eyes like Elina's. I sincerely hope it was a mistake......

"Comrade! That's definitely comrade!

"Bae sama! This is right, let me introduce you to that person!

Don't pull into the momentum between the two of you, but this place won't release you unless you move on, so step over, okay?

"I get it. I'll introduce you. It's just that he's an Imperial nobleman and a Duke's Lady. I won't be hearing from you soon. Well, that dad would be flying around there, so if he was flying on a jet, he'd be able to find it right away."

I see him once every February or March to get the pearls on him, and the rooted airship bastard. Empty is dumber than work. It shouldn't be that hard at this time of year because we're supposed to be touring the skies around the lake where the Krulls are.

"It's a jet! You got it. We'll create it soon!

"Oh, no, he's the one who rides even if he creates it - I guess. Sapphire is busy doing business with the merchants."

"Then you'll also create a subordinate who can get on the jet. Bee, please ask me how I can get in touch with that person."

"Then I'll be fine. Paint a green coffee cup on the wings of the jet. Because that's my mark."

It's not a family crest, it's what I taught the Duke to know it was me. An airship is so armed that it can't be fooled. If you don't show me you're on my side, I'll attack you without question.

"All right, come on! Bambell, please don't go home!

"Yes, Lord!

He jumped off the carriage in a hurry because he was about to take me home.

He stared at the blasting carriage for a while and realized he had lost me until he could speak to the vans.

... er. I don't know.

Turning his back on the future of the Duke's house, he headed to the square.