Risou no Himo Seikatsu

One afternoon, more than a dozen days have passed since the day the Chaviers had their first battle on the streets of salt.

As usual, Aura, who continued to work in the office, glanced at the documents just delivered by 'Xiaofei Dragon' from the fort at the king's helm, with one deep sigh.

"... ugh. Well, did Uncle Ghazir's son fail in his crusade? Well, just identifying the obstacles that were blocking the streets and bringing that information back can't be considered an achievement."

Something slightly troublesome happened, Aura said, turning her neck with her hips resting on the chair. Aura's flaky red head glistens in the sun as it slips through the window.

"Yes. If, as that report says, the crusader was a group of more than fifty dragons under command, with an army strength of about a hundred, the load would be a little heavy. Sir Chavier's judgment was never wrong."

"I know."

Aura returns such short and unscrupulous words to Secretary Fabio, who speaks from behind the diagonal, with her front facing.

Aura also agrees that Chavier's judgment is not wrong.

The current Karpua kingdom is still in the midst of rebuilding from the war ahead. Even the people of the local lords, not the people of the kingdoms under their direct jurisdiction, but the Five-Body Satisfied Young Man is precious only for that.

Successful in the destruction of the 'group dragon', but the force was halved. Then it can't be called a crusade success.

In that sense, it can be said that the three boys of the Ghazir border uncle made sensible and precise decisions that do not seem like young people in the first line.

At least Aura doesn't see this "crusade failure" as a negative point for Chavier. But it is also true that, in Aura's position, Chavier's decision cannot be welcomed at will.

"Now the lead in the 'Battle of the Dragons' is to move from the Border House of Bahr el Ghazir to General Pujol."

That's what Aura said, one big sigh.

In the name of the 'Suburban Exercise', an elite thousand of the national army, led by General Pujols, have already begun marching towards that fort.

Maybe we're already at the fort.

In any case, this one initiative is already in the hands of General Pujol.

Aura, unable to move from the Wang capital, can only watch the course in silence.

"Well, fine. It's about that man. In any way, things will be resolved."

Regardless of personality, I place my trust in General Pujol's ability as a samurai.

I wanted to raise the fame of my next lord in this matter, I'm a little sorry for my parents and children on the border with Ghazir, but restoring the streets of salt is urgently needed. If the restoration of the streets of salt is delayed, they will suffer direct damage because it is the outer realm of the border of Ghazir that is no other, so even if their thoughts are somewhat removed, they will have to be put up with it. But...

"Sure, it's hard to think about the possibilities beyond General Pujol's control. The question is, is the general going for a further leap in the footsteps of the process?"

As always, Secretary Fabio says so in an emotionally unseemly tone, keeping his faceless expression, so much so that he wants to suspect that his fine face is actually a well-made mask.

"... I know. Well, I'll root for the ex-post."

Aura put her right elbow on the elbow of the chair and sighed again with her cheekstick on.

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Once upon a time, when Yoshijiro was only in elementary school, in the talk corner of a TV music show, there was an anecdote I heard.

It was a poverty-era episode before the debut of a certain musician that said, "By then, what was the toughest part-time job you've ever experienced? The answer to the question".

The musician had responded instantly without getting his hair in. That's "part time air conditioning installation," he said.

Because the room where you ask to install the air conditioning is not equipped with the air conditioning. And that room is so hot that air conditioning is more essential than asking for air conditioning to be installed.

In an air-conditioned, unconditioned space, you get sweaty and work, and as soon as you're safe, you're on your way to your next place of work. Naturally there is no air conditioning there either.

A part-time job in Japan in the middle of summer, from a space without air conditioning, to a space without air conditioning, repeatedly travelling, even equal to a difficult journey. That's what the musician said at the time that it was "a part-time job in the installation of the air conditioning," said Sanjiro, "haha, I see," something he was laughing at and listening to as he grabbed the shears in the air-conditioned tea.

So why, now that I remember such a story more than a decade ago, there's nothing to it.

"Damn, the sweat's in my eyes! I can't see the horizontal memory!

"Dear Zenzilow, are you okay?!?"

"Ze, Master Zenzilow, please be careful with your feet, feet, and feet!

At present, Yoshijiro Yamai was sweating in the unfamiliar "installation work of air conditioning" in the rear palace of another world, so hot that he wanted to visit "heat shelter" in Japan in the middle of summer.

"... All right, backboard installation is complete...!

Somehow, on the bedroom wall, Yoshijiro, who had finished installing the air conditioning backboard, muttered so with a satisfied look like that was all he had done with one job already.

"Master Zenzilow, it's a towel."

"Oh, thank you, Dolores"

Yoshijiro wipes his face sweat with it when he receives a well cold wet towel from a tall samurai he had refrained from next door.

"... uh, come back to life"

I climbed the ladder up against the wall in this hot caged bedroom and worked unfamiliar tasks. The feeling of "coming back to life" is never exaggerated.

With the help of a few samurai, he managed to hit the silver glowing metal backboard horizontally with a long threaded nail on three wooden columns while allowing the ladder to be pushed or the samurai to hold the backboard with her hand.

"Thank the carpenters, right? You annoyed Aura yesterday, and you can thank me later."

Yoshijiro looks up at the backboard he just installed and squeals like that.

Yesterday, in order to install this air conditioner, I purposefully gave a special permit, put a carpenter in the rear palace, and at the wall of my bedroom, I had a wooden pillar erected. The columns are reinforced for hanging heavy air conditioning with gutters and muscles in case they do not fall.

I stuck wooden columns on a white marble-making wall and even put diagonal muscles between them, which made it look pretty ugly, but well I can't help it.

No way, I can't even punch a screw nail in a marble-making wall. In the other world, there are nails for stone and power tools to punch in those nails, but when Yoshijiro Hate came to this world, he didn't have enough eyes for special tools.

Either way, he wipes his face with a cold towel and takes a breath, Yoshijiro notices and speaks to the maids who are holding their posture correctly around him.

"Guys, don't hesitate. You can use the towel in the fridge. Oh, and drink the water from the water. If it stays like this, it can cause heat stroke or dehydration."

They also did a hard job inside, supporting the ladder downstairs and supporting the backboard from underneath while Yoshijiro hit the screw nail, as directed by Yoshijiro.

If you don't lower your temperature a little and rehydrate, you can get sick without joking.

"Yes, thank you"

"Let me sweeten your words"

The samurai, who was sweating on her forehead, scalp and dot, quickly headed to the living room next to where the fridge was located, to thank Sanjiro honestly for his words.

One person, Yoshijiro, who remained in the bedroom, spreads a bunch of paper printed "Do It Yourself, How to Install Air Conditioning," which he has printed out of various homepages in Japan, on the bed, and looks again.

"Uh, I took the backboard horizontally and installed it on the gutter wall, and next time, do you have a problem putting the indoor unit over the backboard, or do you want to try it? After that, plumbing, wires, drain hoses (drain hoses) are passed through the hole in the wall…"

With that said, when Yoshijiro looks next to the right of the backboard, there appears to be a round name worn on the thick marble-making wall. Of course, it's a hole drilled slightly downward so the drainage doesn't reflux.

"But, well, in every world, craftsmanship is amazing. The size of the hole, the angle, it's just like we ordered."

Yoshijiro leaks his admiration by looking up at the hole worn next to the right of the backboard.

The hole was opened yesterday by a royal masonry.

The technique of letting Yoshijiro's stone walls, thicker than the length of his arms, wear the holes he wanted, without using power tools, was stunning enough to be seen by accident.

Anything, the high-ranking masonry in the class with the royal palace said he could use the earth-based 'spiritual magic', and before drilling the hole, 'stone softening', and after opening it, the magic of 'stone curing', but based on that, it's still no different that it's a great deal of technology.

Connect to the outdoor unit by passing piping, wires, and drain hoses (drain hoses) through this hole.

Yoshijiro lifts his voice, once he wipes his face and re-flakes the towel that has become lukewarm, opening it and wiping his face again in the still cold inner part, as he has put his temper back in.

"Okay, well, let's finish plumbing the indoor unit first. After that, get the plumbing and more out of the hole and install the outdoor machine! Installation of outdoor equipment, or…"

This blaze. The same level of work that has just been done must now be carried out in a courtyard with no shadows.

"... ha"

Sanjiro didn't think, staring at the sunlight slipping through the open window and leaking a sigh of sigh.

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When Yoshijiro was in the backyard courtyard and the samurai relied solely on the sunshadow of the sun umbrella to sweat like a waterfall into the unfamiliar air conditioning installation work, Queen Aura, who had finished her work in the office, was visiting the backyard of the royal palace.

Aura, who consolidated her front, rear, left, and right with white leather armor and a short-speared Kingsguard, as a woman, with a huge strand of solid footsteps, steps on the earth where the weeds thrive and walks on.

Compared to the front yard, which should be called the exterior of the royal palace, and the courtyard, which sometimes invites guests to an outdoor party, here the back yard is only made to be called the 'killing landscape'.

Instead, its size is still wider than the vestibule and courtyard combined.

This is the space that craftsmen serving the Royal Palace are offered to work in the Royal Palace at times of need.

Masonry cuts stones here, carpenters rough wood here. Blacksmiths rebuild the Royal Palace knights' weapons, and tanneries undergo repairs to their protective equipment.

In other words, this is what should be called a "craftsmanship district" in the royal palace.

Within the royal palace there are other large-scale fields, excessive wells and grazing land for livestock for meat. If you look at these areas, it may be understandable that this royal palace also has aspects as a fortress that can withstand caged castles at times of need.

Fortunately, even in the war ahead, there is no history of the King's capital being engulfed in war.

The artisans, aware of the presence of Aura, who walks with the soldiers of the escort, give a gentle compliment on the spot by stopping their hands from working for a moment.

"Uhm. Good luck. Keep going."

Aura speaks softly and walks straight through the scene.

Craftsmen working in the workplace are allowed to omit thanksgiving, even if the king is the other person. Surprisingly flexible around here.

Aura, who attracted a lot of attention from the craftsmen, made it early this year in a wooden hut.

Around standing beside the waterways of the Royal Palace, securing a water wheel, the fact that you are a newcomer, but fairly privileged, can be seen.

In front of that cabin, several men dressed in dirty work were waiting for Aura's visit, immobilized upright.

"Sire Aura. Thank you for your time."

On behalf of him, it was the old man whose hair and beard were completely white who raised his voice so. Hands except from a crude, durable, long-sleeved shirt are stiff and savvy, telling the story of him being a skilled artisan. However, if the viewer sees it, he will also know that the muscles hidden in the back of that shirt are only a little faded to call it "active".

In contrast, without hiding any tension behind them, it is all the young men from the middle of their teens, good or late, who are forcing their bodies to stretch.

This one is still luxurious in body and thin in skin in its flat hands.

Once retired from active duty, the old man's "Blacksmith" and still a chick's "Blacksmith Apprentice".

They are artisans gathered by Aura for "glass manufacturing".

At the moment, there is no estimate of what can be achieved, the current situation, and human resources could not be pulled from the active generation.

Aura cut out her big chest in front of the awe-inspiring "Glass Manufacturing Team," she said.

"Let's hear the report. I hear you got results, huh?

To Aura's words, the old blacksmith shakes his head small and vertical.

"Yes, Your Majesty. As Your Majesty instructed, we managed to melt and liquefy the mixture of white sand, the powder of the baked seashell and the powder of the natural Heavy Cao (Torona Ore) at the highest possible temperature, where it continued to heat for five days and five nights.

This is the one who took it soaked with iron bars, draped it in the ashes and chilled it. Take a look. "

That said, the old blacksmith offers an elongated object to Aura, which he holds in his standing hand.

"Uhm."

When Aura says so and squeezes her chin, one of the Kingsguard soldiers who was holding back on her side receives it from the hand of the old blacksmith, carefully turns it all the way around, and hands the object to Aura after making sure there is no abnormality.

Aura flattens the object handed to her and raises her voice.

"... well. I see."

It is, in short, an object that should be called a 'greenished obsidian'.

The surface is quite glossy, glossy, but the color is almost black, and if you don't ask me, I also notice it's green.

Even if I'm wrong, it doesn't look like something homogeneous to the 'glass' used for dishes and liquor bottles held by Yoshijiro.

But if you put that on the sun for your hand, you can see that it is slight, but clear in nature. Especially when you do your hand to that stone shadow, the shadow in your hand is not black, and it is above all proof that it is green.

"Uhm."

Seeing its shadow, Aura grinned satisfactorily and nodded.

This is all for nothing, it's just a thin, dirty stone, but at least this proved the DVD way that that son-in-law showed us, as a way to make glass, is basically not wrong.

As a first accomplishment, it may be said that you can do well.

"Well done. At this rate, look for ways to make this object more transparent while establishing it. It's an entirely unknown task. There is no deadline. I can't even tolerate failure. But quitting trial and error is unacceptable. Encourage them in the future."

"Ha! I understand!

To Aura's words, the old blacksmith bowed his head so deeply that he said so and exaggerated. In the meantime, the young blacksmith apprentices who were stiff in the back also bow their heads one tempo late.

In fact, Aura's words are true. From the beginning, Aura herself had no idea she could make something similar to the DVD that Yoshijiro showed me.

In this short period of time, even if I could just do something that bends over and says, "If you look closely, this is certainly glass," I think it's 'too much'.

In fact, Aura, who had been told by Yoshijiro that glass was more difficult to melt than iron, was also prepared not to take shape for some time.

"So, what do you say? Now, they're diverting the kiln for iron smelting as it is, but do you think we can keep it that way?

To Aura's inquiry, the old blacksmith shook his neck sideways with a sinister face.

"No, Your Majesty. I was wondering if that was a little harsh. Honestly, if you repeat the use like this one, it's not strange when the kiln passes due to heat. Besides, it seems to take five days to refine this amount, which also hinders technological updates."

"Hmm... Then again, it is better to reach out parallel to the manufacture of" fire-resistant bricks "found in that dossier, and as a result, it may be a fast track..."

Aura thinks often, silently, with her right hand on her chin. And

"Aye, okay. Let's get back to it so we can have as many extra people as we can. But it's not something I can arrange right away. For a while, just do as much work as you can with your current personnel.

Proceed with the study of 'Glass Manufacturing' itself, or give priority to the study of 'Refractory Bricks'? I'll leave that area to your discretion. Do your best, okay?

That said, I turn a sharp eye to the old blacksmith.

"Yes, I understand."

The old blacksmith lay low and accepted the queen's life.

Aura, who reared in front of the Glass Manufacturing Research Hut, leads her foot along the waterway and to another compartment, while taking the soldiers of the escort with her.

Eventually, Aura's vision shows a slightly strange sight.

"Hmm, right here."

That was, in a nutshell, a massive 'waterwheel', provided parallel to the waterway. Count it and you'll see that there are actually ten water trucks seated in a row across the street.

It is usually an unlikely sight from common sense.

So much so that, with continuous waterwheels at close range, there is a lack of water power and downstream waterwheels cannot exert satisfactory forces. But you won't have to worry about this waterwheel from the start.

Because all of those water trucks are only about the size of a person's knee length.

Now, as a motive force in the first place, it doesn't do much good.

It was just then that Aura held down the hem of the dress with her hands and bowed herself, glancing at the miniature water wheel from the top.

"A, Your Majesty! Was he there? If you tell me beforehand, give me what you've received!

I see middle-aged men with a little belly and young men in gutter shape rushing over here.

Still breathless, Aura shrugs her shoulders small and controls with her hands to the artisans who rush to lay flat.

"Fine. It's a sudden visit I didn't plan. I'm sorry. My whims made me work harder."

"Ha ha, that's a nasty word"

Although they did not lie flat, the watermillers bow their heads deeply in alignment.

Aura, who has no hobby of spending time on unproductive words and deeds, also cuts out the story frankly here.

"This one seems to have some 'achievement' as well. From what I've seen, six of the ten water trucks seem to be broken."

"Yes, as you can see. Five of the six damaged are conventional water trucks. The other one is a 'new' water wheel built exactly as His Majesty instructed."

"And the four surviving, are they all new?"

"Yes, sir, to the left."

"That's a lot of stuff. Knowledge of my son-in-law..."

Aura muttered so in her mouth alone that she could not be heard by the people around her.

This endurance experiment on the waterwheel is also a substitute for Aura's idea.

Previously, when Aura leaked to Sanjiro that "waterwheels in this country are more fragile than those in the northern continent," Sanjiro said as if they were nothing. "Isn't that because the gears aren't 'vegetarian to each other'? It is these ten miniature waterwheels that have shaped the proposal.

The fact that the gears are 'vegetarian' to each other means that the number of teeth of the gear to be engaged does not have a common number of commitments other than 1.

For example, because 9 and 5 have no common covenant other than 1, they are 'vegetables to each other', and 10 and 5 are not 'vegetables to each other' because there is a common covenant other than 1: 5.

When combining gears with each other, whether or not this number of teeth is' vegan to each other 'is an extremely important point.

If the number of teeth in the two meshing gears is' vegan to each other ', there is an even chance that all teeth will mesh. On the other hand, if they are not' vegetable to each other ', only the same teeth engage each other out of a number of gears, resulting in tooth combinations that do not engage at all.

When that happens, what will be the result?

In the case of a meshing that is' vegetable to each other ', the wear of the two gears evenly optimizes the meshing according to its use, whereas in the case of a meshing that is not' vegetable to each other ', the wear progresses extremely and the gear that is not so worn that it may be used at all, and as it continues to be used, both gears rapidly become distorted in shape.

The distorted gear will sooner or later roar and destroy itself.

In fact, even gears of the same material and the same accuracy, when compared to things that are vegetated against each other and things that are not, their average life span is not a joke and can sometimes open up to a factor of ten.

If this is a gear made of ultra-hardness alloy, like the one made on modern Earth, and boasts the accuracy in microns, even if it is not 'vegetable to each other', it can be deluded by its technical ability, but if, like the water wheels of this world, it is a wearable material called wood, and the accuracy is also sweet, the difference is shown in real terms.

"Your Majesty was right. The gear of the number of teeth your Majesty has instructed seems to last longer than any gear we have ever done"

To the fact that the Queen, the gatekeeper, gave appropriate advice to our specialty, the craftsmen do not follow, words of heartfelt admiration to Aura.

Originally, Aura, who thinks it's good jiro, not herself, who deserves that admiration, had intricate thoughts, but is not so far-fetched a person as to put it on the look on her face in this setting.

"It's no big deal. It's just a few thoughts, such as my suggestion. Without the skill of your craftsmen, they will not take shape. Your moves, which have embraced my words and shaped them in this short period of time, are the treasures of the country. And for the sake of the royal family, the kingdom, and this king, do your best."

"Ha ha"

To the queen's words, the watermillers bowed their heads deeply once again on the spot.

Looking down satisfactorily at the artisans bowing their heads, Aura continues her words as she distorts her mouth to a large form of grin.

"So I'd like to have the King's Land waterwheel replaced by this new gear in the future, but no problem?

In case of Aura, the middle-aged craftsman returns the words, even as he comes out as poorly as possible, with an upper hand mounted with the desire to sue.

"That, of course. With His Majesty's decree, I'll take care of it right away. But just in case, I'd like to ask you one thing…"

"Hmm? What? Fine, let me know."

At this point, half of what this waterwheeler wanted to say was Aura, who was sure, but prompts her to continue with a glitch.

"Ha, well, forgive me and grab your disrespect. Does His Majesty intend to show information about the new gear to other lords?

The Craftsman's question was not to betray Aura's expectations.

(After all, did you care about that? Well, if you think about it in this man's shoes, you can't do it either.)

An overwhelmingly longer lasting new gear than conventional gears.

Its very existence is the gospel itself for the ordered royal nobility and the rural peasants who are the users, but in a very small part of it there are those who suffer enormous damage due to its presence.

Needless to say, they are watermill craftsmen.

The extended endurance of the gears means that they will not be fixed and their watermill workmanship will be reduced.

In a way, it is an act that is tantamount to strangling yourself. Craftsmen's concerns are good too.

While getting a pretty accurate idea of the insides of such craftsmen, Aura answers in an unscrupulous tone, without breaking the poker face.

"Oh, that's no matter what I tell you. As the king of one nation, we have a duty to share such useful information with our trusted subordinates."

"Sa, is it Master Left..."

despair. A model of a statue with such a title, with a look that seems to serve, the middle-aged artisan says in a rubbed voice so

With a deliberate disregard for the transformation of the artisan who drops his shoulders disappointingly, Aura goes on and on.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. This is a completely different matter, but I would like to change the form of your request.

Instead of paying for each installation or repair of a water wheel, as before, I entrust you with the management and maintenance of the water wheel installed once, and I think of the form of paying for the expenses in advance at the beginning of the year. "

"Huh? That means..."

Soon, he is a waterwheeler who failed to understand Aura's words, but eventually follows to unravel the meaning of the words, and his expression changes.

From despair to joy.

Aura's proposal is, simply put, 'an annual contract'.

Until now, whenever the water wheel broke, the craftsmen were asked to work and repair it.

In this form, if it becomes a new type of water truck and the number of times the water truck is damaged is reduced, the expense reduction is directly negative for the artisans' income, and they suffer.

Now there's not a single artisan.

To avoid such a situation, Aura says that the repair and repair of the water wheel will be paid for collectively at the beginning of the year as an annual contract, and that even if the water wheel continues to operate without a single problem, the cost will not need to be returned.

Regardless, in the event that the water wheel is damaged during the term of the contract, there will be no additional charge and the obligation to repair it will arise for the craftsmen, but that will not be such a major problem unless the compiler performs such a sloppy accounting control.

(Regardless, give me an estimate of the average annual cost of repair and repair of the water truck, and let the annual contract fee be lower than that.)

Aura thought about it in her heart, but even if she could read inside Aura, the joy of the craftsmen could not be overwhelmed.

The worst possibility of a waterwheeler going zero at once can be avoided in the form Aura has just said.

Even as Aura, it is unwillingness to make a sudden reform here to get the watermillers lost on the streets.

Besides, taking the form of an annual contract also has the advantage of making it easier to calculate state treasury spending because it will no longer force 'unplanned expenses' along the way.

Even for the artisans, the income itself is slightly diminished, but the fact that only a certain amount of money is deposited each year at a set time also means that it is easier to plan for the year.

(Well, this neighborhood is about to drop. Also, thanks to my son-in-law, there's going to be room in the treasury, albeit marginally. Now, where shall I spin this money)

"Thank you, Sire Aura. Thank you so much!

In front of the craftsmen who bowed their heads and said thank you, Queen Aura had already put her head around the next strike.