Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

This is from the early summer days eight years ago now.

When I was only three years old at the time, my range of action was up to my neighbor's pasture, and it was routine to collect tampon modoki.

The tampon-like things of this world were flowering around the middle of spring and early summer, often blooming on pastures and roadsides.

I have no complaints about where I was born, no electricity, no gas, no discontent with living. But I couldn't stand the coffee.

I drink more coffee than my mother's breast milk.

That's what I thought, bubble bubble. Alive, but one spring. When the tampon mod is blooming at the end of the garden, it is a joy.

But a one-year-old's body. The immobile body and still three abilities gave up unusable, but in the second spring he succeeded in making tampon modoki coffee. But it was exceedingly painful for the tongue of the two-year-old.

So I put honey and sheep's milk in it and drank it, but the power of a two-year-old child prevented me from harvesting the amount I had until autumn. I regret it!

Three-year-old spring who trained and challenged junctions and earthly magic. I am satisfied with the massive harvest.

Well, I'm a little obsessed, I've gone all the way down the mountain, and it's totally dark around here, but you can't help it. It was massive.

What a way to tell my parents, when I get home ready to be scolded, Maidadi goes right and left. What are you doing?

"Bae! Shanilla is going to be born!

"No, Ocan was born long ago."

Then who did I come from?

"I'm not, I'm going to have Shanilla!

Nothing's changed, but, well, I know what Otton's trying to say. So Okan noticed.

I didn't want to get married in my last life, and I didn't have anyone nearby with birth experience, but I know what knowledge is. You're such an amateur, but you shouldn't be in such a hurry.

Hand over your back to Otton and enter the house.

The country woman seemed strong, never in a futon, and lay on a thick goza.

"Okan, do you feel like you're born?

He has a painful face, but his face is reddish, and he's conscious. The pulse rate is fast, but it doesn't feel that dangerous.

"... I don't think so yet. But it hurts..."

"Okay. Otton. Get me Obaba."

"Leave it to me!"

Babun and disappeared from the entrance.

Then I'll be back in twenty minutes - Maidady. How bakemon is an adventurer?

I've never been there, but Ocan said it's quite a distance to the settlement. Besides, I'm in the middle of a mountain here.

Well, I don't care about that. I'm sorry Obaba kidnapped me. My Maidady excused me.

"I don't mind. Damn, are you really three?

"Unfortunately, I'm three years old. As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather you were fifteen."

I didn't think the Third Age would be this disabling. Too little can be done.

"How's Okan, my age?

"I don't seem to have enough blood, but I don't have a problem with that. Eat and treat nutritious foods. If you stay like this, you'll be born in a few days."

As predicted in its future, a healthy girl was born a few days later.

"Well done, Shanilla!

Are male parents happier with girls, or are they awesome shaggy?

I still can't do anything for my three-year-old, but when I can boil water or prepare a beautiful cloth, I'm gumming in the shade behind the aunts in my neighborhood.

Neither Ocan nor the child born were abnormal, and the experienced neighborhood aunts went home with a heartbeat that they were okay.

Everyone's eyes are on the child who was born, and my presence, out of my eyes. I would have been a forgotten child, but if I'd been messing with you this much, I wouldn't be able to live and go in the d countryside.

Hunt the flying birds in a junction boomerang and starve to death immediately if you can't eat enough. I will hunt three of them, bake them, and similarly eat nothing in the morning - I will take them to Otton.

but I have had a hard time relieving the child of my birth. That's how you raised me.

"Otton. I know you're happy, but eat. Eat. We can't live without Otton working."

We don't pay firewood because Otton works as an adventurer, and he's wealthier than the rest, but what a field. About the cat's forehead. Livestock only has two goats, too. When Otton's unemployed, we're going to the afterlife.

"I get it. I'll see you later."

I lowered my eyeballs, returned my born child to Ocan, and hit the whole bird roast.

I don't know one thing about this world, but I do know that our Otton is just a villager, not just an adventurer.

I've only seen my neighbor's old man yet, but he's obviously not out of the country. Sometimes there are goods, there is learning. Maybe he was some rich kid, a noble kid, a second son or a third son.

Well, I'm not so interested in Otton's past. A reliable otton who loves me like this. That's enough.

"Well, what's your name?

Uh, no. If it wasn't for this, I'd seen him troubled many times, but I haven't heard that he's decided on a name.

"How about Vian Sapresia?

"Again, you gave it a difficult name. Hi, Okan. Say it?

"Huh? Oh, uh, Bua, Bear, uh, can we do it again?

How many times did I ask, but there was no indication that I could say it at all.

"I ask you once, does Vian Sapresia mean anything to you?

My vibel fakfinie has no meaning. They simply pursued soundness.

"Every flower that blooms under the light. It's an old famous poet's poem. It was sent to a princess who was in an unfair position but noble. I named this child because I wanted him to smile like a flower so that he could stay in the light."

Otton with a gentle grin. Is this the father's face? I want to have a life where I can look like this too...

"Well, I see Otton's love. But Vian Sapresia won't. I've never been called Vivel Fakfinie since I was born."

Even Mydaddy in front of me calls me Bei at the end. They think my name and bei are official names around here, don't they?

"Vian Sapresia, I think that's a good name..."

"I think that's a good name. Just think of a name you can usually call. There's gonna be another bait."

We're gonna have brothers and bei and all, and we're gonna have a baby grey.

"Well, how about Vian?

"I can't tell you, but you can't"

"So how's Ann?

"There's a lot out there."

"Out? Then how about a sapphire? It's a flower that blooms this season, a pale pink little flower."

"Pink flowers? Oh, that one. That's called a sapphire. Yeah, you're good. Every sapphire that blooms under the light. Perfect for this girl."

"Really? Then this girl is Vian Sapresia. My nickname is SUPPLE!

Such ottons have died a few years later, but the wishes and love are taken over by me.

So Otton, don't worry. I'll protect Vian Sapresia's name.