Shut-in Magician

Siu's hobby is reading, but I feel that this is closer to seeing typescripts rather than being happy to gain knowledge.

Especially the books in this world are mostly handwritten and they are calligraphy and artistic. There is a specialist brush plow officer, and what a rank it exists.

So, naturally, the highest-ranked brush plower writes because he makes it into a book. That's beautiful again. It has a similar beauty to Japanese calligraphy.

In this world where printing technology has not advanced, books are very valuable.

There are magic techniques that specialize in photocopying, but you think people who can use it won't take on the plain and cumbersome task of photocopying books in general because they are brought into the country, nobility, and big merchants?

These were taught to me by Grandpa Stan.

When I talked to him about the record bank, he was forced to theorize how convenient it was.

As I used the recording library, I was able to search and now it is a specification that can be marked with importance rank where the page is concerned. I wish I could, so I think the magic I make is convenient.

And I'm still in the midst of accumulating more and more book contents with just the task of taking the book from one end into the recording library, which means actually holding it in my right hand and putting it back on the shelf with my left hand.

When I finished my book on everyday life, I was thrilled to just read the title anyway with everything, such as a scholarly book on magic.

I made plans for you to go through the library for a while for the amount of books you just take in your hands and take in, but still can't see ahead.

Along the way, I was hungry, so I decided to leave the library and chill the stall. There were many skewer shops, sandwich shops, soup and bread shops, etc. For some reason, there are stores that sell alcohol during the day. What bothered Siu was the store that looked like a bowl of food.

When I stopped nearby, it was still a "bowl" with ingredients on top of rice.

I was impressed and stared at the rice in this world, and the owner of the store made me look like I was in trouble. They thought you were a child without money.

"Boy, don't you have any parents?

Feeling a sympathetic gaze, such as that, Siu rushed to take out the money.

By the way, I don't mean to take the money out of the vault as it is. I usually use it out of the West Porch. I granted it a function as a magic bag, but you don't have to do that to get it out of anywhere, but this is only pretentious.

"This is rice, right? I was hoping to have it someday, so I said."

"Oh, my God, well. You know rice. What a twat."

That's what he says, he prepares a bowl with grilled meat on it.

"I'm glad because I thought I couldn't eat without going to Shi Turn Country"

"Right or right. I'm married to my wife from Shytern. I'm in business over here."

"So you're purchasing rice by your wife's hand?

I would normally think why a child would ask that, but my husband was kind enough to tell me.

"I'm selling it in the market. Unexpectedly, the ingredients of the Shi Turn Country are coming in here."

Heh, and Siu was heartily surprised. Since Steyburn is an agricultural power, self-sufficiency is higher than it was, so much so that it exports to other countries. So I thought I wouldn't import cereals.

The owner's description suggests that they are not importing individually, but on a large scale by merchants. Surprisingly preferred ingredient, I guess. When I actually ate it, it didn't even go as far as the sweet, dusty, delicious taste of Japanese rice, but it was cooked better than I imagined. After eating and returning the dishes. When I thanked him for "it was delicious," my husband was overjoyed and even taught me how to cook rice.

When he bought a small one on his way home and went back, Siu wrote down his schedule quickly.

I also got the paper, but it's much better written than what I bought in the country, and the tip of the pen doesn't catch me either. It will go smoothly, so I will wiggle and spell that out. But Ferres interrupted me when I was writing. You're stubborn because they left you at home, or I'm going to slap your tail in Siu's hand.

"Mia!

Pfft, I think I even heard an angry voice, and Siu laughed.

"I'm sorry. 'Cause I thought the library would just say no."

Plus, it's a big thing I wanted to avoid standing out in my guild.

"Miu!

He's wiggling his tail peppery, so he still doesn't seem to change his angry posture.

"Let's go out together next time"

"Micha."

With his tail in place, Ferres now stared at the paper and pen with interest.

"It looks like there are soybeans, so I want to make miso and tofu. It'll be in Shytern, but I just don't have enough money to import it personally."

Transportation costs aren't stupid either. Then you should make your own, and you can make the flavor your own.

Thinking about it, Siu's dreams just swell. There were many other things I wanted to do. I want to make a bath away from home. There are no baths in the general household and there are not so many bathers. They don't have to come in. But Siu, the bath lover, wants to take his time at home.

Writing such a plan, Ferres was interested in the pen again and came out of the way. This place looks like a cat. It was tangled with energy, ringing micha micha.

I started going to the library, and I learned more about general common sense.

Not very directly connected to life, for example, but necessary in texts, letter greetings, etc., the way seasons are called.

The parents of Siu's upbringing taught us the basics of "a month is twenty-eight days, and this is a year in thirteen months," but not how to call it a season, etc. By the way, counting the year, it's pretty much the same as the year on Earth.

In addition, from the Savonesian faith, the number seven is preferred in this world. Because there are seven pillars of gods, but for that there are seven days a week. Each day of the week is made using what was the lord of the attributes required by basic magic. In turn, there were Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Wind and Light, and basically the last day of light was supposed to be a rest day.

And the way the seasons are called is a new moon of the year, a tree ice moon, a snowmelting moon, a budding moon, a windy moon, a morning moon, a windy moon, a flaming dance moon, a windy cool moon, a birth moon, a mountain cosmetic moon, a grass withering moon, and a mountain sleeping moon. Only at the beginning of the year we pray to the gods, it does not seem to be a seasonal relationship.

This is a nickname, but ordinary people don't use it verbally either. However, it seems convenient to remember that formal documents require it.

The Adventurer Alliance requisition, for example, briefly reads "From the Three Moons, Two Weeks of Trees". This is because some people cannot read or write letters.

It is now the last week of the flaming moon. Steyburn may be close to the "end of summer" feeling because of the clarity of the four seasons, similar to Japan.

Parallel to what he learned in the library, Siu also entered and exited the market often. Thanks to that, my face was becoming remembered. Something tells me rice is brown rice, I want soybeans, I want beans, I ask around if sugar and salt have anything refined.

Some merchants got along because of that. It's Anna-Camille from Shytern.

"There have always been people who have an unusual interest in rice, but you probably haven't either"

He promised me that he would bring the rice Siu sought for his next import, even though he said so.

"Tiny, sweet rice. That being said, there was talk that they were making that."

To her words, Siu imagined in her heart that "it might be caused by the reincarnator".

God's, I still don't quite understand the vocation of seeing and enjoying the life of a reincarnator, but I decided to force myself to think that he might be similar to Siu's reading lover.