Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

When I came to the dining room, the maids' cooking class was open.

"Peace."

"Without Bae, it would be mostly peaceful."

Ignore the audible and head between the enclosures.

"Nobody's here."

Well, of course. It's only about three o'clock.

"Mita. Coffee, please."

I can spend time alone without anyone, so I read and spill over a cup of coffee.

"I'll say hello to you all."

Mr. Merchant of Communication Obake. I'd like to penetrate you to be clear of existence, but I'll drop you off because you're about to be penetrated the other way around.

After reading for a while, something lively came to my ear.

What? And when I looked up, the dining room door opened and the sapphires came in.

"Oh, honey! I'm home!"

"Ooh, welcome home. Did you have a good time?

It's like leaving a message without going to the Empire, but it's also nice to welcome my sister. There are no details.

"Yeah! I went to prom with my friends, I had tea parties, I kind of did a lot of princess stuff!

A ball? A nine-year-old? What the hell happened? Looks like you didn't know better than me...

"Weren't you cramped?

I'm not a princess or anything I admire. I guess I'm going to be the protagonist of battle action in one way or another.

"Not at all! I enjoyed every day!

"Right. Good for you."

"Yeah. You made a lot of friends, too."

Friends, noble ladies, right? You and Sapphire gonna talk about this? I think the opposite is true.

"Ah, a souvenir for you. My book-loving friend gave it to me!

and a sapphire to get tons of books out of storage bags. This is not a souvenir anymore. Delivery to major bookstores.

"You gave me this much?

With that friend, the bookstore girl?

"Yeah. Graemelia's grandmother was a witch, and she told me about her."

Witch? Can't you see the story at all? What happened to Saple's friendship?

"Dear Bae. Nobles and magicians enter the school of witches, but they join the social world in the winter because they also associate as noble courtiers."

And, Mr. Newmaid told me.

"I see. Imperial noblemen are in trouble."

I'm surprised there's a witch school, but in retrospect, I was hoping the witch would. That was because there's a witch school.

"But he said it was easier and better than a kid who didn't go to Witch School."

"The sons and ladies of the nobility have decided to enter the general school from the ages of thirteen to eighteen, and they are busy studying various disciplines, attending seasonal social meetings and holding tea parties," he said.

The head of the new maid gives me an explanation for not being able to sapple. This guy is seriously competent.

"By the way, Sappur's friend is also Calet's friend"

"Lord Calet is the daughter of the Duke."

Oh, yes. Thank you for the supplement.

"Is Lady Carrett in the Witch School?

"Yeah. He said he didn't go through."

"Master Calet attends the Duke's School because she is a Duke's Lady. It just doesn't seem like it's an obligation, so it only happens once in a while."

I wonder what it is. I don't know who I'm talking to. Why...

"Hey, Amy. Do you mind if I call my friend to us?

"I don't mind that, but is it nice for a noble lady to come to a foreign country?

I don't know, isn't it yummy?

"He said we'd be fine."

"It's the Duke."

So, Duke, which faction? Wouldn't His Highness neglect you?

"Well, depending on the number of people, if Sapple wants to call me, fine. If it's a lot, invite it to Blue Island. Mita. Have it ready."

"I'm in awe"

Don't worry if I leave it to Mita. You don't have to remember.

"Oh, yeah! We have to give the village their souvenirs!

Is it a woman's gender? Who's going to say hello or give you souvenirs?

"Tell him I'm back."

If you've forgotten about me, come and carve it into your brain miso. I made you a promise.

"Come on. Well, shh!

Maids following the sapphire. Regards, sister.

I saluted and dropped him off, and when he was gone, I moved on to reading.

"Mita. Coffee replacement"

"Yes."

Reading while drinking tasty coffee. Blissful.

"... this is what you normally drive..."

What a ghost penetration. No thank-you.