Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

My heart is buzzing. Why, why, ask the village doctor's teacher in his heart.

"Zara, what shall we do, I..."

"It's okay, 'cause it's okay"

Mr. Zara hugs me again and strokes my back to give up the baby.

Hey, is it remorse or anger already? Unsure emotions overflow with tears.

What was my life? I'll be empty.

But good. Zara doesn't change her attitude, no matter what I do. That was the only thing I was happy to know that was magical.

I cried and it was refreshing.

I am told to move to the living room again and sit in a bench.

I'm sorry to stay long, but Zara asked me to do so.

I had tea brewed full of milk and sugar. If you mouth something warm, you get a ho relief breath.

First of all, I thought I'd sort out my still confused head.

"Nevertheless, did the physician's teacher misdiagnose"

"I don't think so. I must have decided on the spot that it was better to say there was no magic."

Zara says. the miserable lives of those with magic.

"Once upon a time, when natural disasters occurred, such as rainstorms, deep snow, and sunlight, sacrifices were made to God and the Spirit."

Decided to be chosen, he said, was a child of magic.

The gods and spirits returned their blessings in exchange for the great magic of sacrifice.

"That's what I used to do in my village. I hope it's obsolete now..."

It's an old custom in every region that says it's so blind that it's believed in closed places.

"Mel seems to have learned a lot from her physician teacher, but she wouldn't have stopped when she left the village, would she?

"Yes, they only told me to live with my masters"

Incidentally, I had a medical certificate from my physician's teacher, so I was exempt from the magic tests that would be performed on enlistment.

"I knew there was something going on in the village."

"Yes, what is it?"

The doctor's teacher must have seen a lot of things before.

Because of that, I have my current life, so I don't have any complaints.

In the village, it was also possible that such rituals were involved to care about the presence or quantity of magic.

My grandmother used to tell me stories.

More than a hundred years ago, the forest of the village of Fore Elf was about to wither. Now it was lush green and an incredible story. My grandmother didn't tell me how she regenerated the dying forest. I just remember being told to thank God in the woods every day.

"Is marriage, which attaches great importance to magic, to the Gods of the Forest, in order to endlessly sacrifice a sacrifice rich in magic?

"... I don't know. But I think there's been some research that shows that the amount of magic is a lot of parent-to-child inheritance."

"Uh-huh."

I can't help thinking about it.

I'm going to write to my doctor about the magic power.

Hit him in the cheek with both hands and change his mood.

"Thank you, Zara"

"No, I'm nothing. Looks like you inspired me to create anxiety material, and I'm sorry the other way around."

"That's not true. It's good to know who I am."

I've always felt inferior to the lack of magic. I wasn't sure I was going to do anything, and I was deciding that was because of my lack of magic.

"But I had magic, too. You look like an idiot, don't you? Make it a reason for not doing well, or decide you can't, or bother with a whimper."

Magic or not, I'm me. That's today, okay. It would be a big harvest.

"So I thank Zara"

"Mel......"

I kind of feel like all the Moya Moya in my heart is clear.

I decided to think about it later. Let's go home and get some rest today.

I'll take you to the dorm.

"Yes, thank you"

Because of the offer, I decided to sweeten it.

I realize that I've been reluctant to even favor others because I've been kind of bad.

There would be enough rudeness to be poking back the kindness of wanting to do something to someone.

Maybe I couldn't even afford to realize this before.

Walk down the road to the dorm with little conversation.

Zara and I exchanged greetings "see you tomorrow" and broke up at the gate.

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A bell rings to inform the evening.

After feeding Amelia, I'll take a trip to the dining room, too.

Amelia can leave a message in a few moments. Though one of the reasons I'm not comfortable with a dining room with lots of knights.

We moved closer to the dining room. The room I'm using right now seems to be for executives. I tremble with fear. We need to move quickly.

While I was thinking about that, I arrived in the dining room.

Today I decided to roast the rock salt of a young bird, recommended by my aunt in the dining room.

"Ordinary bread or light-baked bread, which is it?

Oh, my God, they have two kinds of bread today. Thin baked bread is like eating a roll of utensils. Something reminded me that you cooked something similar to your bandit brothers before.

How are they? Looks like he was taken by the Knights.

No, I don't care.

Because of this, I decided on a light baked bread. Salad, cheese and vegetable soup were also included in the set.

Because it was still early, it was a meal in the middle of very few people.

Wear a meal with prayer to God.

"It's delicious when you roll it with vegetables and cheese."

The knight's sister, who was sitting in front of the diagonal, told me. I see.

"It's the sauce that's inside the kettle there. It's sweet and hard."

"Thank you"

As I was taught, I added a knife-cut young bird and salad vegetables, cheese, to a thin-baked bread and rolled them with a sweet and spicy sauce from the top.

Eat with a big mouth open.

The light-baked bread is moist and soft. Slightly sweet fabric.

The young bird's rock salt grill is plump and soft, and the salt air feels just right. It goes perfectly with the crispness of the vegetables. It goes well with the sweet and spicy sauce.

Not long ago, I ate two slices.

You think the knight's sister before the diagonal ate six pieces? It's good to be able to eat a lot. I want to be able to eat more too.

After you take a bath, go back to your room.

"Queer ~ ~"

"I'm back now"

When you come back, Amelia sniffs my smell.

"Que ~ ~"

It sharpens my eyesight. "You're taking a bath," he says, interrogating me, I guess. All I can say is yes.

"Amelia can't take a dorm bath. Since you moved in."

"Que ~"

Do you want to say, "I'm sorry I can't bathe"? He makes his tail look like a whip and slaps it on the floor.

"Uh-huh, yeah."

If you bought a big bucket and a warm room that burned the fireplace, it would be possible. It's hard on my own, so I need someone's hand too.

"That's right! Amelia, let's make soap."

"Que?"

I came up with a way to make use of fruit skins.

First, rub the dried citrus peel in a milk bowl and powder it. The pan was hung in the fireplace and the powdered citrus fruit was simmered. It turned bright orange.

Filter it, put it in powder soap and work it out. The finished soap was poured into the rectangular mould I was buying for the treats.

Maybe if I left it for a week or so, it would solidify beautifully.

Smell the smell of soap and shake your tail, Amelia. You seem to like it.

The citrus peel should have had a bactericidal effect, etc. It was also called a fruit that would be beautiful if eaten.

"This is Amelia's soap, so let's use it when you move"

"Que ~ ~"

Apparently, this convinced me. Until then, I want you to just wipe your body and be patient.