Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Miscellaneous architecture built in the vast 'backyard' of the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Karpua and a large hall.

Unlike a vestibule that welcomes those who come in a majestic atmosphere or a courtyard that entertains people's eyes with calculated and planted trees and grass flowers, the backyard has not become a conscious creation of people's eyes.

That, too, should not have originally assumed that the backyard would have ordinary people entering.

Also known as the "Craftsman's Box Garden," it's just a place for all kinds of craftsmen who work for the Royal Palace to wield their arms.

Blacksmiths, tanneries, carpenters, masons, etc. They are allowed to live in the castle, not in the castle towns of the king's capital, because the royal castle can be caged at any time, and their mindset is the norm of the spirit that has elevated the kingdom of Karpua to so far a great power.

And, ostensibly, they say, but if you let Queen Aura tell you, that's, like, a little different.

Originally, the truth is that the old king, who had trouble giving orders to the craftsmen who lived in the castle towns, forced them to move into the backyard.

"In general, if it's for a wartime system, what do you do with the precious craftsmen in the backyard? You should keep it in the courtyard."

I see there is a certain credibility in Aura's opinion that I don't know the truth, because since the Kingdom of Karpua transitioned to the current King's Capital, the King's Capital has never been a battlefield.

Together, the "Craftsman's Box Garden", set inside the Royal Castle, is one culmination for the craftsmen of the Karpua Kingdom.

Regardless, it is not uncommon to have more than royal craftsmen in the field because of the artisan world with many bigots, but it is basically a status that is only at a glance in the artisan world when it comes to being invited to the "Craftsman's Box Garden".

However, very few of the artisans in the "Craftsman's Box Garden" have exceptions.

It is about them involved in 'glass manufacturing', a completely unknown technology.

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As the young craftsmen watch, the old craftsmen, with cautious gestures, insert the earlier spread chopsticks into the ash heap and take out 'it'.

What can I say about that? At least, it is an object that can be called by a name that has some function, such as "vessel" or "article".

If you put it in a way that doesn't put clothes on your teeth, the rating of "stone goggles in transparent black and green" would be the most accurate.

But the old craftsman, who saw something that only looked like a scumbag stone, grinned at the mouth beneath the white beard.

"Success."

"Okay!

"Congratulations, Parents!

"We did it, another step forward!

The young craftsmen cheered on the words of the old craftsmen.

"So to celebrate the success of the glass blowing experiment, cheers!

"Cheers!"

The young craftsmen belatedly summon to the voice of the old craftsmen who take the heads.

This is in a small, thin, dirty hut set in the corner of 'Craftsman's Box Garden'.

It's a snug place to celebrate stepping up technology, and booze and knobs are all cheap. Naturally, at night, we roll out to the tavern in Wang Du, but the first toast can only be done here.

The reason for this is in the middle of the desk where they sit.

"Nevertheless, you did it, parent"

"Oh. It took a long time, but now we're one step further. There's still a long way to go."

The artisans' gaze as they dried the contents of the jock early on nailed to the black and green object sitting in the middle of the table.

For the first time today they have succeeded in manufacturing, "blown glass".

Of course, it is just a distorted piece of glass to call it "blown glass."

The color is still darker green than the old bottle of lamune, and the thickness falls apart. Damn it, just touching it with your hand is going to shatter, there are holes everywhere and it's not in the shape of something as clear as calling it a 'shape'.

But anyway, this was the first glass workmanship they had succeeded in "blowing and spreading".

To wipe and process the glass, it is an absolute condition that some viscosity is maintained in the liquefied state. Simply put, dark soapy water makes it difficult to make chavon balls with thin soapy water, even if you can make chavon balls.

The original glass was more like water than thin soapy water. Even if you plug the blown iron rod into the melted glass and circle it, the glass fluid won't get tangled up in the rod.

From that state of affairs, it is a distorted mass of glass that regulates the temperature of the kiln, regulates the amount of powder (natural heavy cadet) of trona ore to mix, repeats the trial and error, and somehow arrives at the result that is now on the table.

"Right. Not yet, there's a long way to go. The colors are dirty green, and they're so full of bubbles at a glance."

"In the future, His Majesty Aura tells me to strive for colourless transparency, but is it really possible?

"At least, I'm pretty sure the color has slipped out somewhat since I broke the sand into finer pieces and carefully did the water stirring to sort out the supernatant sand"

"I care more about the kiln than that. This time, the kiln lives again. I can't help but burn the kiln down so often."

It seems to be the craftsmen around that if you open your mouth, all that comes out is stupidity about the problems and improvements.

They are all still raw craftsmen because the reason they are toasting inside this filthy cabin without rolling out to the Wang Du tavern is because of the "I want to have my first drink while looking at successful glass" thing.

Even now, they don't take their gaze off the glasswork in the center of the table, exchanging foolish words.

"But the truth is, it's tough ahead as it is now, isn't it? It's too inefficient to rebuild a kiln every time you burn it down."

"Sure, yeah. Even though a wizard with a royal palace can help you with dirt magic, it's a manual at the end of the day. Can't you do something about it, parent?

Watered by a young craftsman, until then silently dried the cup, the old craftsman rarely opens his mouth in an attempt to unconstructively soak his moustache bubbles with his sleeves.

"That would be difficult. Even the kiln we're using is not particularly inferior to the one we used when Non was an active blacksmith.

When it comes to withstanding the high temperatures of glass manufacturing, it is quite difficult. That's all I can think of to bring a rumored North Continent kiln. "

In the words of the old craftsman, one young artisan egg rides himself out and raises the question.

"After all, is the North Continent progressing, too?

"Well, I haven't been directly to the North either, so it's mostly hearsay. Over there, it seems that iron products may also be melted and 'cast' like copper or lead. Plus, it's enough to heat platinum."

"Ugh, is that true?

The young craftsmen all listen to the words of the old craftsmen with a face of intrigue.

They are all young people who were blacksmith apprentices if they correct the ex. Now at the request of Queen Aura, she is prepared to spend all her future life in the unknown world of 'Glassmaker', but until then she dreamed of becoming a single blacksmith. Untrained, not so much, but I still can't erase my interest in steelmaking technology.

"Oh, at least, on the North, there are definitely 'cast' iron products out there in general. I've seen casting pots and iron plates from sailors on the North Continent several times. They're also casting cheap knives. Sure, but for that matter, they're out there enough to buy even kid pennies if they work hard."

"Well, parent, have you seen the real thing?

"That's great."

"Do something, can't you steal it? That kiln."

"No, if I did that, it would be war"

"No, it's the North, isn't it? How can this not be a war, huh?

Young artisan eggs speak of irresponsible hope in a good way, worthy of that identity. If I steal steelmaking technology, I may still be on a level higher than the average common man for what I understand to be a war.

In fact, in this world steelmaking technology is the most important technology in a country directly linked to military power. With that in mind, even though it can be a bit daunting, the craftsmen involved in the manufacture of "casting" furnaces are close, in modern times, to the combined armor of tanks, to the aluminum alloys of fighters and to the technicians involved in the development of carbon materials.

It can be taken for granted that the pull-out will not go out of style.

So much so that Aura, when establishing glass manufacturing technology in the future, is seriously considering moving its manufacturing base to a uninhabited island on King's territory and banning access from the island in any way.

Of course, this is a measure taken by Venice, a medieval European urban state famous for its glass, and the origin of the idea is Good Jiro.

"Anyway, I just have to leave that area to His Majesty Aura. The only way to do what you're told is with handheld tools and handheld technology."

The old craftsman breaks the story off. That said, he sticks an empty jock into a barrel of cereal liquor that is by the table.

"Well, you're right"

"Your Majesty will not make demands that are not so."

"Quite a relief, isn't it?"

Essentially, the artisans' trust in Aura is high because they are being treated with care, after understanding the level of pride of the artisans.

In the world, the craftsmen are forcibly gathered together to say, "Make this within ○ ○ ○ years. If you can't, die," declares some royalty and nobility.

Well, that's just as intense a minority as there is anecdote left, but also a minority of those in power who can respect craftsmanship.

Nevertheless, Aura is also not a "understanding monarch" or "sweet monarch" by mistake.

The old craftsmen, who know it, stare at the young craftsmen guillotinely,

"Don't get distracted. Your Majesty tells me to deliver. You have told me that there will be no time limits due to unknown technology, but you are not so kind as to allow me to spend time lazily.

Obviously, if you skip it, your neck will be easily torn off, and if you work to divulge information, your neck will be torn off. "

I slapped Tonton and myself in the neck with a knife.

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Silence spreads among the young craftsmen.

If you skip it, it's the neck in the sense of 'dismissal', and if you skip it, it's the physical neck in the sense of 'beheading'.

To the young artisans who change their complexion now, the old artisans sigh all the time saying, "Forget about it, these guys".

Bent over, they are entrusted, 'Glass Manufacturing' is a classified undertaking of a nation that the king of a nation has ordered immediately.

Queen Aura is basically given a cozy work environment because it is more about streamlining her work by providing an environment that is easier to work in than setting her artisan ass on fire, but she forgets that there is a promise of late payment for her skill acquisition for the benefit.

Periodically, it is the pioneer's duty to sprinkle cold water and cool his head.

Once experienced as a blacksmith, an artisan has seen several times that seniors, colleagues and juniors are heavily punished by nobility for their inadvertent words and deeds.

Hopefully, I don't really want to see that one. Nevertheless, it would be a shame not to let the occasion of the celebration sink in forever.

The old craftsman coughs one deliberate cough with the cohon,

"Well, when it comes to how to make glass more transparent, we can only try it with a lot of sand. Later, enough to add a liquid and pull it in a stone mold."

Yes, try to change the subject with a very poor discourse.

Not so long ago, the young craftsmen, who understood that their old bosses were clumsy but subordinate minded people, rode off the subject.

"Oh, yeah, right. The way we do it, it's the limit around here."

"But me, somehow, I think I'm starting to see the trend in the sand toward glass"

"Oh, that's me too. Not much, you can't have a guy that feels black and heavy. Because white sand doesn't mean anything."

"Either way, you're waiting for His Majesty's orders now, aren't you? His Majesty also said he would explore all aspects of glass discoloration."

"Well, so is that"

It was originally an artisan gathering. If we start talking about technology, the story plays quickly, even if it's inexplicable at first.

"Nevertheless, Your Majesty Aura is amazing. In fact, the proposal His Majesty has made so far largely shoots at you. This' glass' itself is your suggestion in the first place, isn't it? I wonder where you found out, Your Majesty?

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In the words of a young artisan, the old artisan again erases his expression and closes his mouth.

Originally, Queen Aura has a proven track record of being unsuitable for her youth as an exchanger and military conductor, but she has never heard of rumors that she is bright in craftsmanship.

By contrast, a man named Zenzilow, who had a marriage with Queen Aura last year, seems to have been born far exotic, unheard of.

And the fact that Aura laid down the secret life of glass making just a little after she married Zenzilow.

If we link this together, it is relatively easy to imagine where the real source of knowledge is. In fact, it seems that not only the old craftsmen are coming to that idea, and some of the young craftsmen can see a small face in what they are saying today.

(Though, this is the one thing I should never follow, I wonder. This one has no choice but to pelican it than His Majesty has clearly stated "his orders")

The old craftsman shook a burrito and an old body.

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Glassblowing success.

Having received the report, Queen Aura returned to the rear palace after rescheduling in order to discuss the future of glass production with Sanjiro.

Since the arrival of Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, he has been a good busy day, but at lunch he makes sure to return to the rear palace whenever possible.

Had Aura not remembered correctly, Yoshijiro would still be scheduled to have lunch in the back palace today.

Returning to the rear palace, Aura momentously pulls open the door to the living room where her husband is supposed to be taking lunch as she walks down the hall early.

"Zenzilow, I'm sorry, can I have a moment?

With that said, the queen's movements solidified as she stepped into the living room.

"Oh, Aura...?

Sanjiro, who was in the middle of lunch, trembles with his gibberish and looks here.

He seems heartily surprised by his unscheduled wife's visit. If you're a jealous woman, say, "Is it also some nasty hiding thing?" and I am in a hurry, likely to push evil.

But Aura, who quickly sees what her husband's 'lunch' is, understands her own lapse and apologizes for sighing.

"Sorry, that sounded a little bad for you. I often run out of time, so take your time and finish your meal."

"Yeah, sorry"

That said, to his wife, who was about to leave, Yoshijiro returned a small word of apology and made a nearly edible 'soba'.

"Um, exotic customs aren't all acceptable from one to ten, after all."

Aura, who closed the living room door, leaks so much stupidity when she shrugs her shoulders small.

Most of the food and beverages and recipes that Yoshijiro brought into this world were delicious things that also aroused interest for Aura, but some of them make you realize the 'cultural difference' that is unacceptable no matter how.

That's exactly what Yoshijiro is eating right now: soba.

It is not exactly the food called 'soba' that Aura finds unacceptable, but the very act of 'soba noodles'.

Local dried noodles that Yoshijiro got from his aunt and Mentsuyu. It is a food and beverage brought in from Japan by Yoshijiro, but because it is troublesome to explain to the samurai how to cook (even though Yoshijiro, who is royal, is not recommended to wave a pot kettle in the cooking area himself), it is something that remained untouched until recently.

There is a limit to telling boulders that the dried noodles are in the refrigerator in an unopened state anyway. Considering it a waste to waste the flavors of his nostalgic hometown, Sanjiro taught Vanessa, the head of cooking, all he knew, and entrusted him with the cooking of soba. The first time, Vanessa was too boiled to make it gnarly, but then she managed to cook enough to eat it.

The juice is a simple meat soba noodle with no odour-extinguishing mushrooms, but Yoshijiro's tongue is not splendid enough to identify fine differences.

The soba noodles taste like soba noodles, and the more often the meat comes out, the soaked in Mentsuyu, enough is enough.

It should be said that Aura, who was joyful and brave enough to see how Good Jiro was doing 'soba', caught his face was an inexorable reaction.

In fact, not only in different worlds, there are few cultural areas on the planet that have a strong aversion to softening noodles of juice like ramen and soba.

Neither was the special nasty (though extremely common, dish that does not appear first in the formal setting) way for Sanjiro, nor was it disgusting enough for Aura to reflexively distort her face.

Saturated Aura and, even if not as satirical, Yoshijiro, with his people-like intelligence and knowledge, soon realized that neither was bad for each other, and furthermore understood that it was difficult to find a compromise on this issue.

The resulting way of dealing with the matter is "non-interference".

Yoshijiro only eats noodles of juice when he is alone in the rear palace. Aura doesn't say anything about Yoshijiro's actions.

In that sense, earlier happenings are either Aura's lapse.

"Because of this, it's also a waste of time to eat separately when you say you're back in the rear palace, but you have no choice. I take a meal in a separate room. I'll leave the details to Vanessa, so prepare them properly."

"Yes, I understand."

Dear Passover, when Aura tells the samurai that she so requests, she heads straight to the rear room with her legs intact.

Sudden rescheduling and sudden meal requests. The surface is soaked. The samurai bow their heads with their faces, but they will definitely behave in the back.

Find that out. Upstairs, very naturally. Around ordering "do it," I guess Aura is still a born royalty. If this is Yoshijiro, I will shy away from the circumstances of the samurai in vain.

The Lord, who does not hesitate to give unscrupulous orders, and the Lord, who must work voluntarily, perceiving extraneous intentions, because he is too reluctant to put his requests into words.

pointing in the opposite direction, but both are troublesome lords in some ways.

Aura shook her head small as she walked down the corridor of the rear palace with cutlets.

"Zenzilow is a man of another world. If you think about it, it's more like luck that the differences in values have subsided to this extent."

Even if I knew that, I still can't accept Aura's culture of soaking that noodle.

Skirting, brandy, castella, and, more recently, distilled liquor. Basically, the global food and beverage culture brought into this world by Yoshijiro was a pleasure for Aura, with a few exceptions.

"Later, hopefully, you'll stop making me cook that" simmer and paste beans with tons of sugar, "which doesn't seem sane"

So far, only two of them have been rejected by Aura in the food culture brought about by Sanjiro.

"Sweet Bean Paste," if you ask Sanjiro, "is currently in trial and error. If I could reproduce it, I could use it for a variety of treats," but honestly, all this seems like frown spit. I don't think it's a decent dish, such as boiling beans sweetly.

Nevertheless, it's also rude to think about my husband's few grievances forever.

The queen, who switched her head, lay her hands on the door of the cafeteria, which she did not use much on a daily basis.

After having finished lunch, both in the backyard but daring to take another meal in a separate room, as if it were a "cold cut couple close to divorce," Yoshijiro and Aura were sitting back against the living room couch.

"I see, I was totally no-touch, but the glass manufacturing was going pretty well. It's amazing to say that I even took it to the shape of a blown glass bend.

So, the problem is, I can't get through the 'glass color', "

"Oh. There are other problems with the extremely short lifespan of the kiln due to the fact that the kiln cannot withstand the high temperatures required to manufacture glass, but the problem with the current site being the most unbeaten is the color problem."

Recently, after a terrible summer season, you don't have to run into an air-conditioned bedroom to spend quite a bit of time there.

Soon after this, the queen Aura, whose next business was still withheld, sat with her legs aligned on the black sofa, slightly distracted from her mouth, still dressed in a red dress in a third dress.

"Nevertheless, is the glass out of color? Um, basically, I figured I'd end up with one thing: how to remove the metal component from the diaphragm sand. When this happens, the method of soothing the supernatant with water stirring and the removal of metal grains by magnets. After that, use as little sand as possible with as little metal as possible as a radical improvement."

"Hmm, still is. I hear you're doing enough water stirring to say whether this is still the case." Jishak, "he said," but he does it in the garden every once in a while, right? He said it wouldn't be a thing for a while. When it comes to this, the only way you can do it right now is to look for sand that is more suitable for glass. "

Aura arms herself with a pale expression that is not as unfortunate as the words, whether she had some anticipation of Sanjiro's response.

From the look on his wife's face, Sanjiro realizes that it is not so serious a problem, he comes up with a little mischief.

(Mm-hmm. That's about it. It's a joke, right?

"In principle, I'm just an amateur because I'm from a world with glass. I showed Aura what I know. It's just DVDs."

"Twice?

As Sanjiro intended, Aura reacts sharply to Sanjiro's "twice" part. Sanjiro stayed only sober,

"Yeah. The first time I made 'glassware'. The second time I made 'round sheet glass'. Sure, he's called Crown Glass. I'm practicing mostly how to discolor glass, that's the second time, didn't I show it to Aura?

Yes, say it with a tight face.

If used as a glassware, dark shades do not create problems other than appearance, but 'sheet glass' used as window glass cannot withstand practicality unless it is transparent. Inevitably, in "Crown Glass," it's more about discoloring the glass than it is about glassware.

"I didn't see it, I..."

To Aura, who gained momentum, he later perceived that this would be dangerous if the nails were not put aside,

"Oh, but I've already taught you how to deal with what's feasible in this world. If that's okay with you, why don't you take a look?

"Oh, look at that."

"Copy that. I'll be ready in a minute. But don't be really disappointed to see it. It's not my fault."

Good Jiro, given the momentum of his wife, also forgets his initial mischievous mind, and pushes him to be so.

"Oh, I know. No, not originally."

Behind those words, Aura's face had such a strong color of anticipation that she could not miss it.

A few minutes later, they were sitting amicably in front of the TV.

Yoshijiro holds the TV remote in his right hand, presses the pause many times along the way, and each time explains the contents in detail to Aura.

It takes me almost an hour to finish watching less than thirty minutes of the show, but that's the only thing I can do. No way, it's too inefficient to ask Aura, who is busy with the Queen's duties, to learn Japanese just to watch TV.

"It feels like... Crown glass is the way to make it disc-shaped by turning the glass spread with blown glass even more vigorously. By doing so, round plate-shaped glass can be formed.

You know what I mean when I say windowsill? Take in the light and don't let the air through, just take in the lights from the outside with that kind of thing.

So, inevitably, glass for windows requires a high degree of transparency, unlike glass for glassware. "

"I see."

Aura is a serious face, gets herself off the couch and sees herself on the TV screen as she eats in.

For a while, it went well.

"Hmm, you pulled the current sand in a stone mold, didn't you?

"Yeah. You make it easier to remove the metal mixed in the sand by making it as fine as possible. And then I wash the sand with water, and after I dry it well, I sift it and divide it into sand that contains metal particles and sand that doesn't."

"Around here, you already did, but you taught me how to do it."

"Yes. So, here. The square stick in the bag that is sticking into the sand is the 'magnet'. Because of the properties that attract metal, we use it to divide metal components."

"This is the guy you've been exploring in the courtyard lately."

"Yeah, it's not going very well. So I didn't think there would be a way to do it for a while."

"Um, unfortunately, I don't have a choice. Later..."

What is happening inside the TV screen is how you have already done it and how you can't do it now because you don't have the tools.

As a result, Aura also remained calm until this point, although she had nothing to gain.

The problem is then.

"... first"

To Aura's low voice urging him to stop, Yoshijiro shrugs his inner neck, "Are you here?"

But Yoshijiro took care of it with his expression and voice.

"Hmm? What?

and make it look refreshing. Either way, Aura can't be deceived by that.

"What did you just say?

To his sharp wife's gaze, Sanjiro, who immediately conceived, answers honestly that he takes a small sigh.

"Yeah, that's why I put in 'something' to make it more transparent because even with magnets the glass still remains dark"

"What is that 'something'?

"Broken transparent piece of glass"

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To Sanjiro's answer, Aura often remains silent with a scary look wrinkled between her eyebrows.

Sachiro, who at first wanted it with a mischievous heart, is a face so scary that he unexpectedly regrets it a bit.

To make clear glass, mix clear glass.

Well, mixing that would certainly do 'clear glass'. Anyway, it's clear glass.

"Hey, Dad..."

"Well, I don't remember having such a big daughter. My wife would know that."

"Right. Hey, Carlos, your dad."

"I don't know, Yoshiyoshi, your mom."

To the flat voice and half-eyed expression of his beloved wife, Aura points and says to the television with her index finger.

"Hey, these guys, you don't like me?

"No, to a boulder. That's just paranoia..."

"Because in the previous way of making" refractory bricks, "you mix the powder of refractory bricks and cook it in a kiln of refractory bricks, and in this way of making" transparent glass, "you mix the broken transparent glass, right? Now how do we reproduce it?"

"In the first place, this is an entertainment show, a thing for watching and enjoying, so I guess I'll have trouble being asked for such practicality, and the producers. Plus, look, yeah. When I came here, there was a bottle of sake and wine that I broke in the shock of metastasis. The wine bottle is dark red, so no, but the sake bottle is white and cloudy, but the material itself is transparent.

You're taking it, aren't you? Broken bottle. You might be able to do the same with that. "

To Yoshijiro's desperate persuasion, Aura loosened the wrinkles between her eyebrows a little, but the grump still didn't disappear.

"But wouldn't that be a fundamental solution?

That word, which I say with my mouth grimaced, is actually shooting.

Only one seems to work with a broken liquor bottle. Even if unbroken whiskey bottles, brandy bottles, etc., are also on the account, they are only a very limited resource that cannot be expected to be obtained any further.

For Aura, who intends to incorporate glass manufacturing into the national century-old total, it can't be anything more than an experimental toy.

"Mmm..."

Keeping his mouth shut and trying to fool his beloved wife who scowls at the TV, Yoshijiro slaps his wife in the back with a tonne of silent, shoulder-spinning hands.

(Oh, that's kind of a nervous feeling that you can't bare a female tiger with her fangs out and a loud voice, this...)

He was a good guy with a cold sweat in his heart and a bitter smile on his face, but he still couldn't think of the option of distancing himself from his beloved wife anywhere in his head.