Risou no Himo Seikatsu

In the morning, the living room of the rear palace, which had been working on distilling alcohol for a long time, still smelled of alcohol even at night.

In the afternoon, since Yoshijiro was training with Aura in the courtyard, he should have been ventilating the living room windows open all the time, but the smell still persists.

After a moment, the evaporated alcohol may have stained the furniture and carpets in the living room.

(Shall we do it in the courtyard in the future?

With that in mind, Yoshijiro pours a pair of homemade distilled liquors into an empty bottle of whiskey. The same design, with a fine pattern of red on one side and blue on the other, is called "Satsuma cutter", an item.

Repeated distillations result in an increased alcoholic concentration of its homemade distilled liquor, which is almost colorless and transparent, although amber seeps in.

"Well, can you try it? I honestly didn't have a very good reputation in the daytime when it felt like some of the ladies in my spare hands tried it."

Saying so and smiling bitterly, Sanjiro pushed the red cut glass forward to his wife sitting on the couch.

It is unacceptable for Sanjiro, the king's mate, or Aura, the queen, to speak of something that has not been tasted or poisoned, though a substitute made by Sanjiro from his hand.

For this reason, she behaves like this after having had the part-time samurai drink a whole lot beforehand and making sure that their health is not abnormal.

The key reputation is... well, as Yoshijiro just said.

And that sentiment seemed to be pretty much the same for Aura.

"Hmm... somehow, you have no flavor or temperament"

Aura, with her mouth on the glass, said so clearly and frowned a little.

"That's right...... ha"

The conscious Yoshijiro had no choice but to agree, even as he dropped his shoulder disappointingly.

Distillation apparatus using electric hot plates is not particularly difficult to distill itself because it also automatically performs temperature control, but it is Doamateur Sanjiro who handles it. You can't even know something like 'tricks' that make distillery liquor have flavors and aromas.

The result is just a high concentration alcohol solution tinted a little amber.

Aura, who once again contains that liquid in her mouth, tells her to comfort the producer who drips in front of her.

"But you were right, it's amazingly 'thick' liquor. Don't make this thickness sell well enough. Flavours and flavours may be added with fruit juice or the like when drinking. In poor quality fruit and cereal liquor, that's how you drink it."

In response to Aura's words, Sanjiro slapped Pong and his hand.

"Oh, I see. All you have to do is have a shochu drink. Sometimes they drink that straight, but sometimes they drink it by splitting it with carbonated or lime water."

Saying so, Yoshijiro tilts the blue cutter glass himself. When I lived in Japan, even Sanjiro, who had only been drinking sparkling liquor and cheap whiskey, had to admit that it was "just strong and tasteless", and I found it worthwhile to use it, which makes me feel a little better.

"Speaking of which, you pack whiskey or brandy in a wooden barrel after distillation and let it age on an annual basis. With just distilled, it's natural to think so without flavor or flavor, is it?

Sachiro shrieks so, relying on his vague memory. Drinking up the contents of the glass one foot at a time, Aura opens her mouth to answer it when she returns the empty glass to the table.

"Well, looks like you still have a lot of ideas. By the way, is this task of 'distillation' a non-reproducible thing without that special device that you brought in?

To the words of his wife, who expressed interest, Yoshijiro answers, leaning slightly on his neck and frowning.

"Hmm. Well, it's not impossible. Because the principle is very simple. The point is, because you just keep the liquor heated all the way at a temperature of about 70°C to 80°C and collect steam of alcohol that boils from it and drip it. I just don't have that temperature control...... I think if you normally want to do it with firewood flames, you're going to be pretty trial and error until you get the hang of it"

"I see. Temperature control, huh? What is the temperature from 70 ° C to 80 ° C, roughly?

To Aura's inquiry, Yoshijiro thinks with his gaze toward the ceiling, keeping his hips deeply down on the couch.

"Uh... I don't know what to say, it's easy to understand. Well, if you give me a close example, because the boiling temperature of the brine is about 100 degrees Celsius, and I think the temperature of the bath that we usually take is maybe just under 40 degrees Celsius, so, like," bath water and boiling water, just intermediate "?

As for Sanjiro, I meant to explain it quite a bit, but somehow Aura seemed to have conveyed what it meant.

Aura, who was riding herself out of the couch face to face, nodded one deep, returning the words.

"Right. When it comes to that, it feels like a cool high temperature. At least it doesn't seem like a temperature that people can 'remember by hand'."

"Well, I guess you can't. Because I'm gonna burn you."

Have you imagined, Yoshijiro wrinkles a little between his eyebrows and makes his body shrink?

In fact, it is possible that for a moment there will be no burns at about 70°C, but that is why it is no different to the fact that it is unrealistic to remember its temperature with 'hands'.

"But there's something to do. The fields are slightly different, but if you are an artisan involved in the sugar simmering process, you may also have the feeling of measuring the water temperature."

Norikichiro nods back to Aura's suggestion.

"Well, you are. In the other world, distillation of alcohol has been around for a long time, so I think it's up to the artisan sense and experience to learn how to do it."

The history of distilled liquor is old. The manufacturing process is also basically simple. It should be possible to reproduce it by relying on the eyes and arms of the craftsman, even without an electric thermostat.

Old blacksmiths and others said they were looking for the best temperature to hit the iron by staring at the 'color of the flames'. Perhaps a blacksmith with similar 'eyesight' should exist in the current Karpua kingdom.

Compared to that, it doesn't seem so difficult to remember the proper temperature of distillation of alcohol with eyes or skin.

Regardless, the realization will require a lot of tools and dedicated human resource development. The question is, is it worth investing that much in the existence of distilled liquor?

Though a great power, the treasury of the Kingdom of Karpua, which is still being rebuilt by war, can never be said to be in a state of affordability.

Human resources, funding, and time. Everything is finite. Just because it's going to be in the future national interest doesn't mean you can reach for it cheaply.

Unable to fit in, and as far as' distilled liquor 'is concerned, Aura, who has so far decided to stop at the hobby of her son-in-law, shifts the subject to something of more interest.

"Right. One of these days you'll want to give it a try. By the way, the development of 'glass' manufacturing technology is likely to start soon.

I can't afford much of my budget, so I have fewer than ten dedicated personnel. But they're all used to dealing with fire because they're retired former blacksmiths and some degree of training as blacksmith apprentices. "

To Aura, who says so and stretches her chest, Sanjiro asks just in case, with a prediction of an inner reply.

"I can't get an ex or an apprentice, an 'active' blacksmith can't do it after all?

Aura, who did not differ in his predictions and leaked a bitter laugh,

"Oh, blacksmiths are a national treasure. Whatever the old men retired from active duty, it was pretty hard just to pull an apprenticeship."

That said, I shrugged my shoulders small as I sat deep down on the couch.

An active blacksmith is an irreplaceable profession. In a way, he's still more valuable than a skilled knight or a good civilian.

I can't pull out that valuable talent for a new business that I don't know when it will bud. No, to be precise, it would not be impossible to pull out itself if we had Aura's power, but as a result, domestic iron production fell and the most troubling thing is Aura, the king.

Just pulled out one or two blacksmiths on a boulder, and that would be unlikely to have any blatant negative effects, but at least the blacksmiths' hearts against the royal family will definitely be worse.

Craftsmen with jobs in their hands have surprisingly strong lateral connections, even though their pride is high.

Therefore, you should avoid buying the blacksmiths' objections if possible.

"Anyway, that's the only person I can break into 'Glass Development' so far. Whether it's transporting materials or making the necessary tools, there will be more people temporarily.

Yeah, some waterwheels would be better used exclusively in development facilities. In Dee Buy Dee, which was shown to have done so, it looked quite necessary to use a stone mould, pulling crushed bricks to powder, or sand to finer sand.

Because of the scarcity of personnel, it is better to replace the effort that can be substituted by the water wheel from the beginning. "

"Oh, do you have a water wheel?"

In Aura's words, Yoshijiro recalls the content of the lecture he heard from Octavia.

Even in the original world, waterwheels have existed since BC. It is not particularly surprising that it is normally used in the Kingdom of Karpua.

To Yoshijiro's words, Aura nodded back with a slight frown.

"Oh, because the kingdom of Karpua has many rivers. In rural areas, it is effectively used for powdered hiccups, etc. It's just that it was originally born on the North Continent. Hi, compared to the water wheel over there, the drawback is that our country's water wheel has a short lifespan. Really, the gear breaks easily"

"Short gear life, isn't that just because the number of gears involved isn't 'vegan' to each other?

It was then that Yoshijiro, when he was in junior high school, said so, remembering the knowledge that math teachers had told him out of line, with a vague reminder.

"Hmm?" Each other vegan "? What's that?

So as to dispel Aura's words, the conn and entrance door are knocked, and from beyond the door, the voice of a young lady accustomed to hearing "excuse me" is heard.

"Hmm? What?

"I wonder what it is. Yes, go ahead. You can come in."

Once the conversation was broken, Sanjiro gave the invalid maids at the door permission to enter the room.

The luxurious living room door, made of a single board, slowly opens, and three familiar young samurai come inside.

"Excuse me for the night. Since the temperature is still not dropping tonight, I would like to get some ice for His Highness Carlos, I know. May I have it?

On behalf of the three, a blonde samurai standing in the middle bowed her head to the queen and his wife sitting on the couch and told her what to do with a calm voice.

"Oh, right. I'm sure it's still a little dangerous. Yeah, fine. Take it."

Yoshijiro gives permission with such ease.

Even though there is a Fordoor refrigerator at Yoshijiro's place, there is only a limited amount of ice that can be made in its freezer room. If they take the ice for the night, Yoshijiro and Aura will have to outrun the tropical night with only a bucket of water and a fan they left in front of them, but if it's for my sweet child, that much is tolerable.

Basically, the Karpua Kingdoms are born hot resistant, but to a baby a little over a month old on a boulder, this terrible summer night is hard. In fact, the example of infants dying in the summer heat seems to be a relatively good story to be heard even by aristocrats and other wealthy children.

Until one room, where the infant, Prince Carlos, is asleep with his nanny, the fan cannot be taken because the power cord cannot be turned on, but instead the room is laid up and narrowed to fill the room with ice cold air.

In order to reduce the burden on the nanny, it seems that one person every night, even a samurai, puts out her bedtime to do milk in a breast bottle or to change her chin, but since that bedtime is' covetous' among the samurai, it is good to assume that the prince's bedroom is cool enough.

The samurai carefully bowed their heads and headed to the fridge, "Thank you," she said.

"Hmm. I wish I could let Carlos sleep with us in our bedroom..."

Aura squeals so that she can't give up yet as she turns her gaze to the back of the samurai opening the fridge.

Of course, what Aura is sparing is not an iced bedroom. The very fact that you can't wake up in the same bedroom as my beloved son, Prince Carlos.

As a father, he was a good jiro who wanted to agree wholeheartedly with his wife's words, but swallowed the thought and persuaded his wife to mix bitter laughter.

"You can't do that. You know Aura too. How often does a baby that age cry at night? Pee, yeah, opium. If Aura were here every time, she wouldn't be working during the day."

Even if you leave breastfeeding and the change of turtle to the samurai themselves, it doesn't change that if you let the baby sleep in the same room, you will wake up every night crying.

Repeating such a shallow sleep would obviously come in the way of daytime work.

Aura, who understands that in her head, is not going to push through her own self.

"... oh, I know. You can't take care of my son at all. You can't stay in the position of king."

So, it just spills so much stupidity.

As in tune with the stupidity of his wife, Sanjiro also utters words with a slightly bitter look.

"Aura's still good. I'll have to stop talking to Yoshiyoshi in a while."

As I was saying, my emotions had grown, and Yoshijiro sighed carelessly with Haa.

"I don't know how. It's not the Southern Western language, it's the language of the other world. It's obvious that Carlos doesn't have a good influence today."

When Aura says so, she smiles to comfort her husband, who sits in the front.

Those who say stupidity, and those who comfort. Soon, my position has been reversed.

"Well, I know I have no choice..."

Sanjiro leaks his sigh again.

Try not to speak much in other Mandarin until the infant learns the language. That is common sense in this world, where there exists an automatic translation called 'The Spirit of the Word'.

Only when a baby who does not remember any language first learns the word can he or she ask for the help of the 'Spirit of the Word'.

At that stage, when two races manipulating different languages are nearby, the baby risks remembering the two languages in their entirety.

None of the children can consciously suppress magic and block the work of the Spirit.

To raise one analogy, suppose that Sanjiro taught the word 'dad' as meaning 'father'. My father is my dad. If I remember that first, then even if Aura and the others teach the equivalent of 'father' in the language of this world, to Prince Carlos' ears, it automatically translates and sounds like 'dad'.

As a result, if we proceed with language acquisition as it is, it is the birth of a human manipulating a strange and exotic language in which western Southern and Japanese are intertwined.

Everyday he said, "Let's toe-gaster in the dancehall with Me! If you think you're going to be a person with a series of dubious languages that feel like," you're generally not mistaken.

Because this will not be the case, it is necessary to avoid contact with humans whose main language is another language as much as possible until the baby learns certain words.

I know the circumstances, but it is still hard to restrict contact with my sweet child.

"Besides, Seiyoshi is a boy. When you're five years old, you won't be allowed to enter the backyard."

Yes, and Yoshijiro sighs.

In the customs of the Kingdom of Karpua, children under the age of five are treated as having no gender, so far Prince Carlos is raised in the rear palace, but the prohibition of men in the rear palace is inherently no exception to the direct prince.

If you celebrate your fifth birthday, you will move your life stronghold from the rear palace to the royal palace, where you will gradually be educated as a royal, former educator of the literary arts with your daughters and brothers.

As long as Yoshijiro is drawn to the rear palace, it is certain that he will be alienated from my son in the future.

"... in the future, I would ask the royal palace to build my own private room"

While Yoshijiro was leaking such a grunt in his mouth, the samurai handily placed a large piece of gold with ice on the trolley, pushing it on the carpet and moving it to the entrance door.

The trolley is also a substitute for what Yoshijiro brought in from modern Japan. A substitute that I purposefully bought at the home center in order to get the hydroelectric generator on board is helping to reduce the labor of the samurai since I came to this world, more than Yoshijiro himself.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

"Thank you"

"Nice to meet you."

To the samurai leaving the room in a courtesy, Aura and Yoshijiro say so with their hips down on the couch.

When the door closed with a small noise with the batan, the evening living room was once again a space reserved for the queen and his wife.

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On a couch illuminated by six LED standlights, Yoshijiro and Aura spend a often silent time sitting opposite each other.

Even if the word breaks off, neither of us will be forced to try to find a conversation, and both Yoshijiro and Aura will be accepting the alone time, the space, as a 'natural' state.

Break that comfortable 'time of silence' and utter words as Aura wakes her body off the couch.

"Well. Suppose I should get some sleep, too. Tomorrow morning at first light, we will have to send the use of the Ghazir Borderline Uncle to the Borderline Uncle's realm on" Moment Travel ". Not having enough sleep, using great magic can interfere with subsequent politics."

Aura's gaze, saying so, was directed at the radio clock next to the television set.

The digital radio clock naturally displays the time in Arabic numerals, but both the way Arabic numerals are read and the way in which the 24-hour, 60-minute, 60-second formula takes place in the past year is an aura that I have completely worn.

Lately, we have also made the royal civilians learn Arabic numerals, but no one can manipulate Arabic numerals more completely than Aura yet.

Instead, you might wear a younger samurai commonly known as the "Troika", who steals the samurai chief's eyes and competes for the high scores of "Falling Thing Games" and "Car Trace Games" on a "mobile console" borrowed from Yoshijiro on a daily basis than they do.

Either way, Aura, declaring her early bedtime, asks the man, her husband, as she slowly lifts her hips off the couch.

"What about that?

To his wife's question, he was a slightly pondered good jiro, but slowly shook his neck to the side and answered.

"No, I'm a little more awake. Look, there's" Magic Repeat Practice "before you go to bed. Aura asleep first."

Previously, Aura was chasing that ass instantly if she went to the bedroom, but things are a little different now. Recently, they have also started sleeping in one bed with a husband and wife, but now to the extent of cuddling and sleeping, they are not extended to direct sexual activity.

It's a little tough for Aura to have a series of pregnancies and births just the year after she gave birth to her first child, even though she survived the war earlier. to boulders. Now, they may come in the way of government.

Therefore, with regard to child making at present, it is a state of "temporary appearance".

By the way, when I discussed it with Aura and came to that conclusion, Sanjiro regretted dying that he didn't bring a rubber contraption to this world.

Half-seriously, I told Aura, "In a situation where the stars are not aligned, space-time magic to retrieve things from Earth can't be developed," or so I asked, so I guess it was a pretty serious problem for Yoshijiro.

"Okay. Well, I'm in bed first."

"Mm-hmm. I'll be right there."

On the neck of Yoshijiro, who rose late, Aura turns her arms in a very natural motion, overlapping each other's lips.

"Mmm..."

"Nn."

Embrace and mouth. Compared to before, the tightness of the embrace is slightly weakened by the appearance of Aura losing confidence in her body while on a diet?

"Good night, then"

"Yeah, get some rest"

When both embraces and so on, Aura disappears into the bedroom.

"... okay. Then I'll finish my magical repetitive practice and go to sleep."

Shaking off the feeling of his beloved wife's embrace, Yoshijiro, who turned his neck twice and three times, told himself in a slightly stronger voice, to go to the desk where he was installing his computer in order to perform a magical repetitive exercise.