Risou no Himo Seikatsu

When the intense sun during the terrible summer months began to lean westward. By the side of "The Street of Salt," the body and the wreckage of the Dragon Car were causing the black smoke to be shelved.

"Me!

Young soldiers are sweating and pulling ropes wrapped around corpses that emit rotting odors, using chopped down trees dimensioned to the right length as' colo '.

Leaning forward enough that his knees and chest are likely to stick together, a coarsely knitted rope devours the shoulders of the soldiers eating their teeth.

The sweat that touches his cheeks and falls on his chin wets the soil of the dry streets in black over and over again.

But those sweat stains, they dry up in no time.

That's not the only reason the sun is in flames. They're burning and disposing of rotten bodies and damaged dragon cars.

The impromptu hall, made by cutting down the trees on the side of the street, exudes enthusiasm that the Tatara field is also kaya.

The smoke that rises and the red flames that shake the air.

"Somehow, the restoration of the streets is going to end fine"

Chavier leaked that word as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a dry hand plush.

They put the rotten corpse together and put it on fire. Initially it was Chavier who had tears in his eyes because of the destructive power of its faint odor, but now he feels nothing at all.

I'm sure the rot was incinerated and the smell faded, but for the most part my nose would have just gotten dumb and I couldn't feel the smell.

Either way, now the street has regained its function for the first time.

Chabiel, who regained a little spiritual relaxation due to one work guideline, takes his gaze off the flames of burning fire.

So, Chabiel noticed.

"Hmm?"

Earlier, that bearded hunter, who explained the raid, is wrinkling between his eyebrows and leaning his neck.

I guess the man with the beard surface also felt Chavier's gaze. Without Chavier having to speak, the man rushes to Chavier's front for a small run.

"Dear Chavier, I'd like to report to you."

If you look at the man's sinister face, it doesn't seem to be very good information again, but that's why, in Chavier's position, you can't afford not to lend an ear.

"Talk."

Without putting her hair in, Chavier prompts her to do so with a bitter, drugged look.

The hunter on the mustache surface prompted him to start talking a little quicker when he briefly lowered his head, "Ha."

"It's strange, Master Chavier. At first, I thought it was a coincidence that all three Hadron cars had been smashed through their wheels or axles, rendering them inoperable."

"You know what?"

To the words of the hunter on the beard surface, Chavier nods back small.

To that fact, Chavier naturally noticed as well. At first, we were going to use a damaged cargo truck to transport the body.

However, there was not a single loaded dragon car in a state of hatred and safe operation.

Chabiel only thought he was "unlucky," but this bearded hunter has a different opinion.

"Sure, we got caught up in a massive raid, so it's not strange that all the loaded dragon cars are, by chance, rendered inoperable. But from what I've seen, the wheels of every vehicle seem to have been punctured by a group of dragons sticking out their fingernails and fangs."

The group dragons were deliberately attacking the wheels, not causing them to be damaged by your misoperation.

Where that means, there's only one thing.

"I've intentionally come to take my leg," he said? Does Qun Long have that much wisdom?

"Yes. I'm a little hard to believe, too, but I thought it might be easier to think about that. In fact, there are other things that are more convincing to them than to think they're that smart."

"What do you mean?

To Chavier urging ahead, the bearded hunter sweeps away the wrinkles between his eyebrows and continues his words in a painful tone.

"Look, if you were attacked by a group dragon, there's not a single body of a group dragon, is there? This means that the salt merchant's escorts were unilaterally shot without defeating a single group of dragons."

"Impossible," he said?

To Chavier's inquiry, the man with the beard surface shakes his neck to the side after thinking for a moment.

"No, it can't be, you don't even say. The area is narrow as you can see, and the trees on the left and right are quite dense. In this situation, it is not surprising that if the group of dominant group dragons is attacked simultaneously from left to right, it will be wiped out without the art of exchange.

It's just a precondition that all the soldiers in the escort were caught off guard. "

The beard-faced hunter twists his neck tightly after he finishes saying whether he is not convinced of the word now, even himself.

Sure, that's unnatural. On the long road, if the journey of peace continues, it is inevitable that there will be a relaxation of mind for the soldiers of the escort, but nevertheless, assuming that the ambush of the 'group dragon' was so alarming that it was fully successful, it would be that the soldiers employed by this salt merchant were to a lesser extent.

Impossible, even if not impossible, uncomfortable enough to feel unnaturally.

Then, if there is another theory that explains the current situation, it is natural to increase your credibility.

"If I think about it, I don't see the bodies of the dragons, I don't think it's" guard alert, "but there's a cause for the dragons."

"Caused by the group dragon side..."

What's that? And Chavier tried to ask, it was then.

"It's a flying dragon, from the sky, northeast direction!

A soldier standing on the lookout's voice echoes on one side of the perimeter.

"Huh!?"

Reflectively looking up into the northeastern sky, it is reflected in Chabiel's vision.

Dazzlingly blue, floating potpounds in the great summer sky, black stains.

At first, that shadow, which could only be seen as a black dot, approached this way as soon as possible, so that its detailed outline could be seen.

Long neck. Long tail. And it seems that it accounts for more than 80% of the entire body, big wings.

Definitely. It is a winged dragon species. That's not the same as Little Flying Dragon, which humans keep for information purposes. It's an authentic flying dragon.

"Everybody, on a platoon by platoon basis, anti-aircraft defense posture! Archers keep an eye on the arrows and wait until you have a signal!

Thoughtfully surprised himself, Chabiel gave that order to Thrasla and the whole army.

The content of the order itself is only a polar standard response when the army encounters a flying dragon, but its speed of reaction is a sufficient pass line as a young man in the first line.

"Hi, Feilong!?"

"Why are you here?

"Damn it, did the smoke from the fire attract you?!?"

While brewing cluttered air, the soldiers take a defensive stance with the short spear in their hands overhead, like a hare when solidified on a platoon basis, as ordered by Chavier.

"Master Chavier! Over here!"

"Okay, Andres. You too, over here!

Jumping off the back of the cavalry dragon, Chavier let his squire Andres draw his hand, sliding him into the armies formed by the commander's immediate unit.

"Ugh..."

Having his men who set up short spears to solidify their surroundings, and having his squire Andres hand him his favorite single bow, Chabiel takes one loud breath and leaks to himself, staring at the flying dragon dancing above him.

"The dragon is unexpected. What in the woods like this..."

Chavier's words are not just weak sounds.

The hunting grounds of the large Fei Long are spectacular meadows, and few cases of appearance in such forests.

Because in a flying dragon with giant wings in the form of a dermis, it is nearly impossible for the trees to descend into dense forests.

For this reason, as Chabiel puts it, a line of arming revolves around short spears and a single bow, which does not envisage a pair of flying dragons at all.

If you're dealing with a flying dragon, you should have a long spear, not a short spear, and a long bow, not a single bow.

"From that move, you're not using this neighborhood as a hunting ground. They think he's on his way to the nearby meadows to hunt for his prey."

Soon, a hunter with a beard surface who had a single knee next to Chavier and a single bow, his gaze still pointed at the flying dragon dancing above him, with a nervous voice, says yes to Chavier.

"Aren't you going to hunt us?

To Chavier's inquiry, the hunter on the bearded surface nods back small, keeping his gaze unawares pointed at the flying dragon.

"Probably. Of course, it's forbidden to be alarmed. For Fei Long, hunting people walking in the woods is a big danger."

Though commonly misunderstood, a large flying dragon species for the military is, in fact, not so great a threat.

Regardless, from the realm of unreachable counter-attacks over the sky, there is no doubt that a large flying dragon carrying out a sudden descent raid is a formidable enemy extremely difficult for humans to deal with, but the resulting damage to the army is extremely limited.

If you think about it a little, you'll see. Flying dragons are flying dragons because they fly in the sky. In other words, Fei Long's prey is limited to the weight by which it is possible to hold and take off with its toenails.

For this reason, even if a human population is attacked by a flying dragon, it is usually one or two, many of them three, that meet the direct damage.

In fact, it is so common that pedestrians who cannot employ sufficient escorts are supposedly to take one or two old 'carnivores' as' sacrifices' for anti-flying dragons if they go down the streets of the meadows.

In other words, in a ruthless way, even if this army was attacked by a flying dragon, the human damage caused by it is one or two. Unless Chavier or someone from an unheard hub such as Knight Josep is harmed, on an 'army' basis, there is no chance of desperate damage.

Nevertheless, for every soldier, such words are not a great consolation.

One hundredth, or two hundredths of the establishment, could feed the Fei Long. To such terror, the Spear Soldier, the Archer, the Heavy Soldier, and the few Magic Soldiers, "All" turn their gaze to the Fei Long and focus their consciousness on "Over the Sky".

…………

In painful silence, only the feathers of a flying dragon dancing over the sky echo loudly with a goose.

Some of the archers restart their bows in a position where they put their backs on the street ground and lie on their backs. The point of 'directly above' is also a kind of blind spot for archers. It takes skill to strike an arrow directly above you while standing.

But such vigilance, fortunately, has now ended in prison.

Given Fei Long's eyesight, I can tell you that I didn't realize this existed. After all, the hunter is right, it would be undesirable for Fei Long to launch a sudden descent attack on narrow streets with dense trees on the left and right.

The flying dragon stays put and flies away far above the heads of the chaviers.

".................. ugh"

Where he could no longer see the shadow of the flying dragon, Chabiel exhaled unexpectedly in relief.

That's not just Chavier.

The unexpected obstacles encountered, and the success in doing so without causing any problems, relaxed tensions throughout the army, it was then.

"Shah!"

From the left and right of the street, a number of large shadows strike a line of chaviers.

With two thick legs, from the shade of a tree to a row of overhead, the 'it' and the others who came flying one foot, as they were, crush the soldiers, who were completely alarmed, from overhead, with their own weight.

"Wow!?"

"Hih!?"

"Gah......!

Trying to crush the soldiers' bodies, they appeared in the streets.

A bipedal, medium-sized carnivorous dragon with a whole body covered in green scales, about one head bigger than a human being.

It's the dragons. Three from the right. Four from the left. A total of seven dragons lay seven soldiers beneath their thick feet, dripping foam from their mouths showing their sharp fangs.

When did you lurk on the side of the street? Could it be that a row crosses the sky, packing a distance from the woods while Fei Long distracts you?

If so, then this group of dragon bosses is even helping us hunt for the Fei dragon's behavior patterns, which are supposed to be fearful enemies for us as well.

"Become... what...!?"

Whatever the truth of the matter, it only took a few moments for the new American commander, Chavier, to adapt to a sudden change of circumstances.

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On the other hand, the events on the far side of the border, which we still do not know, the queen and wife of Yoshijiro and Aura, in the rear palace of the king's capital, had set up a place for discussion.

Whether it is comparable to the current situation of Chabiel Ghazir and the others who were ambushed by the group dragon, this is a rather serious topic here.

"Uh, I mean, it's almost settled? The prince and princess of both kingdoms are coming to this country."

The rough dressed Yoshijiro, a white t-shirt and thin blue hemp trousers, tries to get himself off the black leather sofa and confirms that to his wife, who sits face to face.

Aura, dressed in a red thin room, nodded back to Yoshijiro's words, with a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"Mm-hmm. Not yet, though, in the inner stages. It may be said that it is almost settled. Wherever possible, I'm going to keep the information secret and move on... well, that would be a waste of effort. Shocks will hit the western and central parts of the southern continent in the near future. Naturally, the source of the earthquake is my royal palace. I'm sorry, but I need you to be prepared."

To his wife, who talks about a future that is pale and troublesome, Yoshijiro does not hide his ungrateful expression, but sighs.

"… Understood. Still, what do you mean, it's hard to keep information secret? Does this mean you're willing to hide it, but not the other way around?

To Sanjiro's inquiry, Aura shakes her neck sideways as she reassembles her legs on the couch.

"No, even for the two kingdoms, it's important that the Shalova royal people leave the country. From this stage on, there is no reason to divulge information intentionally.

But this one doesn't. Anyway, you accept royalty from another country in the royal palace for a long time. To prepare for this, a special budget must be tailored, and personnel must be made available.

Besides, this story will take the form of this one accepting the other request, so we need to ask the two kingdoms for some kind of return so that we don't run into deficits with special budgets and labor costs, and then we'll meet again with the other delegates.

That's all, if people, things, money move, no matter how cautious they are, they realize the truth. "

"I see."

Sanjiro was convinced. Indeed, even if the information itself can be dimensioned, it is nearly impossible to conceal the flow of gold and supplies from the eyes of royal palace nobles.

If the two royalties were moved large enough to accept them over a long period of time, the aiming human would soon notice the anomaly.

The queen tells her husband, who is still somewhere else in HR, in a tone of teachings.

"Perhaps if the information starts to flow, Zenzilow will be the target for corroborating it. It's gotta be pretty depressing around here."

"Yeah......"

In those words, it is now that Yoshijiro has a really sinister look on his face.

I suppose I imagined the nobles would put in an exploration with that hand to make sure it was true.

"Ha..."

From Yoshijiro's mouth, a long sigh leaked.

Nevertheless, it is unbearable to devote the time of relaxation to gloomy topics alone.

Refreshing his mind, Aura, who has taken ice and fruit water from the refrigerator, transfers the conversation, pouring it into a red glass for herself and a blue glass for Yoshijiro.

"Speaking of which, is that what you're doing today? What are you gonna do this afternoon?

In response to Aura's query, Yoshijiro answers as he receives the blue glass Aura offers.

"Oh, thank you. Yeah, in the afternoon, I'm running out of time, so I guess I'm experimenting with the use of soap. Some of the soaps I finished yesterday are quite well made, so I'd like to ask the samurai to work with me and try them out for comfort."

Soap making with ash and vegetable oils, to which Yoshijiro has invested recently, is progressing relatively well. Regardless, by the time the manufacturing laws are established, trial and error are still necessary, but there are times when something close to a successful product can happen.

However, that 'finished product' cannot be said to have been completed in the true sense without actually trying the comfort of use.

For this reason, the samurai "hold hands" in the literal sense.

I find it a little distracting to use a woman's soft skin for experimentation, but I can't help but think that all this is something that Yoshijiro can do alone.

The physical constitution of a person is all fragmented, and even the same person fluctuates depending on the physical condition and season of the day.

We can't guarantee the safety of these items until more humans have experimented with their use.

"I see. But the bathing consumables I brought from my hometown were limited."

Ever since I married Yoshijiro, Aura, who used Japanese soap, facial soap, shampoo and rinse, nodded one as she was convinced.

"Yeah, the truth is, soap is the most affordable. But the most missing shampoo is hard to make"

A soap to wash your body, wash your hair, dirt can get dirty and bad finger streets even if it falls off, which can damage your hair instead.

In the future, we would like to explore ways to remove only dirt without removing luster, for example by using a combination of scented oils for hair, common in the upper classes of the Kingdom of Karpua, but that would be even later than the completion of soap.

Honestly, there is no prospect of completing the shampoo before it runs out of stock.

Was it disastrous that he had divided consciousness into more than half his thoughts that way?

As usual, that glass slips off the hand of Yoshijiro, who tried to lift the blue cutter glass from the top of the table.

"Ah!?"

And it's too late when I raise my voice.

The slicer glass, which fell onto the wooden table, left a hard crushing sound called Gashan and scattered.

Large and small pieces of blue glass and melted ice scattered over a well polished table, and water mixed with fruit juice fell from the table to a daze and carpet.

Speaking of bad luck, bad luck. Even with the same drop, if it were on a carpet wrapped in long leg hair or on a cushioned sofa, it could still not be damaged, but instead it was dropped on a stiff table.

"Wow, I did it!

Unexpectedly, Yoshijiro struck his tongue.

As for Sanjiro, he is quite a pain in the ass. If you're on Earth, a glass vessel that you just need to buy again will never be available again in this world.

Still, it was definitely an invaluable item for Yoshijiro, who is now not a fool in the palate of silver and wooden cups.

Nevertheless, I have divided it by my carelessness, and no one resents it.

"Well, I can't help it, can I? I'm sorry, but I need you to ask the lady to clean it up."

And it was then that Yoshijiro reached out to the call bell on the table.

"Hmm... what are your plans for today... no problem, huh?"

On a face-to-face sofa, Aura, who was floating on her hips, stops Yoshijiro after doing her hand to her mouth and whining about bumps.

"Well, Zenzilow. It does not extend to that. It's a good opportunity. You have the right to know because you are part of the authentic Karpua royal family."

"Aura?"

But to his wife, who had just broken one glass but suddenly said something exaggerating, Yoshijiro stops his hand, which he almost extended to the call bell, twisting his neck in surprise.

Knowing or not such a husband's suspicion, Aura stands up straight, flattening her right hand with a pin and five fingers stretched toward a fragment of glass scattered on the table.

"Showcasing more than this is the 'secret magic' of my Karpua royal family. Once you are able to use magic, you must master it, but no matter what happens, you must not let others know that this magic exists.

Other products are used in public. This is no exception to the heavy towns of countries like General Pujols and Count Marquez, as well as my bellies like Fabio and Espiridion.

Nor should Carlos be taught this magical existence until I say "good". Okay? "

To such a good jiro, Aura held her right hand flat against a broken glass, sitting on the couch, looking firmly into the eyes of the good jiro looking up at herself, and said it out in such a strong tone.

"Okay."

From his wife's tone, Sanjiro honestly agrees that the joke is not an acceptable situation.

"Uhm."

Satisfied with her husband's response, Aura nodded back small, slowly increasing the light of magic rising from the forwards, casting a spell.

"Rewind the target time for a day. At the price of this, I offer a thousand and three hundred magical powers to the Spirit of Time and Space."

The effect was dramatic.

When I wonder if a fragment of the glass on the table was wrapped in a hemisphere of light, the next moment that hemisphere emits a light so strong that it is also difficult to look directly at it.

"Wow!?...... what!?"

And when Sanjiro opened his eyes, who meditated reflexively, on the table, there was a glass of blue satsuma cutter, which regained its original shape.

Sanjiro asks in a solitary tone, keeping an eye out for surprises.

"This......! Magic of Restoration...... so, no, right?

Looking only at the results, it looks like the magic of object repair, but it is easy to deduce from Aura's spell earlier that it is not.

To Yoshijiro's words, Aura remains upright and shakes her neck vertically.

"Oh. In object repair, would my royal family's 'lineage magic' be too different in colour? This is the secret magic of my Karpua royal family. It's Time Retrospective."

"'Time Retrospective'..."

Yoshijiro mutters so, as he was overwhelmed by the phenomenon that happened in front of him.

The blood magic of the Karpua royal family is' space-time magic '. I was somewhat thinking about the possibility of being able to manipulate time from when I was asked to preside over time and space, but when the phenomenon is shown in front of me in this way, it is attacked by excitement that cannot be said in words.

Or you could call it 'touching'.

Even when Mrs. Octavia showed me the magic of 'making water polo', I wasn't impressed so far.

On the first night, when I buried my face in Aura's breasts, the emotion comparable to that of a fifth dominates the heart of the good jiro today.

I would have noticed my husband's reaction to changing the color of his eyes.

Aura, sitting back on the couch, does not hide the bitterness and continues with the words of explanation.

"Where I'm touched, I'm sorry to give you water, but this magic isn't as big a substitute as it looks, in fact."

"And say?

Shinjiro asks so briefly, shifting his gaze from a freshly resurrected cutter glass to Aura's face, who sat back face to face.

Aura shrugged her shoulder peeling from her sleeveless room outfit with a leopard.

"First and foremost, 'time retroactive sailing' is possible only for 'things without magic'. For this reason, it is not possible to use it on living things first. All you can do is inferior creatures without magic - like bugs and small fish.

Naturally, demonic props are also non-renewable. In that case, the subject is neither a creature nor a magic prop, but there are few things that are worthy of such things.

Until the Immediate Royalty uses immense magic, there are few things that can be said to be enough to use 'time retroactive'. "

That's what I said, I laughed.

Indeed, from the values of this world, we do not know that we have not rolled early, such as' things that are neither creatures nor magic props', which are worthwhile enough to repair until we use the secret magic of the royal family.

In fact, Aura herself, there is not much memory of the beneficial use of 'Time Retrospective'.

It's just because the memory that I think I made the most effective use of is the memory that I snuck up on when I accidentally broke the pipe that my father cherished.

"Besides, this magic is proportional to the size of the subject and the length of time it takes to unwind, and the amount of magic it takes jumps. If you want to rewind on a month-by-month basis, you are ready to empty your magic, and if it is also on a year-by-year basis, you can combine 'time manipulation' and not activate your magic of the future unless you join it together.

In the end, it is not the right substitute.

But in the unlikely event that this magical existence is known to the world, it is likely to spread to the finer constraints. The resuscitation of the dead is also possible, misunderstood as all-purpose magic.

So this magical being is an absolute secret. Got it, Zenzilow?

Thus Aura takes the user-friendliness of "Time Retrospective," but the colour of excitement in the eyes of Yoshijiro could not be more matched.

Shitty, with the color of excitement in his hands, Yoshijiro looks into Aura's eyes, sitting face to face, and asks with a slightly trembling voice.

"I mean, if you just rewind the time of the 'no magic cage' and 'not very big' stuff for a short time, it's not impossible, right?

"Ugh, um. Well, you will."

Rarely, Aura shakes her neck vertically as she pulls her body slightly back so that she is barely pressured by her husband's pressure.

Sanjiro, in an excited state, without noticing such a subtle change in his wife, smiles in full on his face, dashing into the corner of the room with a dotard.

"Bye. This, if we were to retrograde this for as short a time as possible, how much would it cost Aura?

With that said, what Yoshijiro pointed to was an appliance that had never looked into the eyes of the day since that day he brought it in from Japan, "Air Conditioning".

As soon as I came here, I gave up mounting, so I haven't peeled off the plastic on the packaging yet.

Without understanding Yoshijiro's intentions, Aura, leaning her neck, still honestly answers her husband's question.

"That's... to the boulder, it's a big difference from the cup. I can't unwind it as easily as I do now. But, well, if you just rewind for one day, which is the smallest unit, it doesn't mean it's an absolutely impossible burden.

I didn't use any magic on the day, and I definitely don't plan to use it the next day. If it's that night, it's possible. "

As a matter of fact, Aura's chances of consuming magic are not so much.

But the magic of "instant travel", currently only available for Aura in the Kingdom of Karpua, is a trump card at a time of need.

It is now required of Aura to preserve her magic so that she can cut this bill at any time.

It was Aura's response with such a restriction, but it seemed like a well-intentioned thing to Sanjiro.

Sanjiro, with a full smile, grips both fists firmly, shakes them fine many times and exposes his excitement.

"All right, all right, all right! Now I can finally get into the 'A/C' installation work!

The words contained thoughts of all kinds.

Until today, Yoshijiro did not carry out the installation work of the air conditioning because of the fear that "if the installation work fails and it breaks, it cannot be taken back".

However, with the magic of 'time retroactive', the damage to the air conditioning is not 'irrevocable'.

Then you can work through the installation of the "A/C".

For example, you don't have to succeed in the first time, if it's advantageous to start over, you don't have to be afraid of anything.

"Hey, Aura. Hey, do me a favor..."

The laughter of Yoshijiro, who leans towards Aura, is "Mommy, Daddy" itself.

In this way, Yoshijiro Yamai begins by transferring to another world and gives a very personal favor to his wife, the queen.