Shut-in Magician

Commercial enemies will be joking, but I've never done that if I can control it.

Kirik seems to have really started thinking about it, too.

However, since it is a Warcraft Stampede occurrence due to a "dragon feud" that does not leave the imaginary realm, he said he would go to the bottom anyway to confirm it.

It's true, I can't tell you, and I reserved it to tell you not to force it.

I was playing with Ferres because I was free, and the faces of the lump projectile fleet came back from the basement alternating.

"Excuse me, the blood of the Warcraft has splashed and tainted me. The trigger will work, but will it be okay?"

"Oh, well. It also has a purifying function, so when you chant" purifying "through extremely small magic, it becomes beautiful. When I have it, I purify myself."

"What... such an amazing feature..."

He looked surprised and saw a lump projectile when the soldier he had spoken to shivered. However, he cautioned in a hurry because it was a stare at the gunpoint pointing at him.

"No! Because how many safety devices are working, if you do such a dangerous thing"

With a decent face, Siu looked around at the other faces and dressed to scold with his hands on his hips.

"Although I say demonic props, that's the end of the weapon. Not necessarily without outbursts. Those with weapons should be careful. I've hung many safety devices, but there's no perfection in what humans do!

"Oh, yes...... sorry"

"Because when you hang it on your hips, you don't take it off your sheath and carry it with you, do you?

"Oh well."

"Really. Right..."

So it seems that the seriousness of the matter has finally been conveyed.

"When I first explained it, I said that shooting people accidentally wouldn't kill me, but I get hurt. I told you earlier, in case there is. So handle it with care."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, they said there were quite a few empty magazines, so when I tried to pack them, everyone offered to help me, so I decided to ask for them.

I could do it all at once as magic, but I didn't want to waste my favor because of it.

They also built a spare magazine for the alternates and went into a break.

By noon, Svalf and Liliana came.

Siu and Ferres were invited to accompany them for lunch because they were invited to join them.

but I realized once again how poor my wartime meal is. I remembered that there was some food in the luggage I was carrying into my tent and decided to cook for you, thinking that I wouldn't be able to help. Tell them you brought your own condiments and missing ones and sneak them out of the space vault.

"Please stay away from me for a moment because I'm going to make a new one."

Activate the magic props you were building for this time and create a firepower magazine made of earthly attribute magic. The iron plate just can't be removed, so the iron pan was magically deformed by production and rebuilt.

Using too much meat seems to vary how I brought it in, so I refine the flour as an increase in the amount of meat that is not enough for the number of people and turn it into noodles. They were magically messed up.

All you have to do is fry it and bake it. The weeds, too, lie that they've been taken in the woods in the morning, adding more and more.

"... awesome, smells super good"

"I can't stop. What is this?"

"Shit. I can't do this anymore. Shouldn't you eat it yet?"

Around the iron plate the knights swung, and approached the knights and soldiers elsewhere.

I think food matters after all.

"We're almost there. Yes, you can. I'll make them one after the other, so eat them separately. And have some soup there to add to your stomach. Because if you do what I just said, you can even eat hard-baked bread!

Speak up and tell. A soldier who hadn't heard the first story asked me what I was going to do with the hard-baked bread. Another knight was trying to teach me that, doing it in front of me and showing it.

"Ooh, what is this, a fluke!

I thought that was a big deal, but I know how it feels if the hard-baked bread gets soft.

"I used to sprinkle it on water and water."

"It's useful to have water attributes. Some light can be refreshed. So, warm it up with fire attributes. All the magic is fine. Yeah, well, this one's more important."

"Hey, I don't have a water attribute."

"I'll do it."

And I didn't have to be a colleague to speak up.

"I wonder if being close is beautiful"

And when I whined, Svalf, who came so close, asked me what that meant. When I answered appropriately, it seemed like an uninteresting reply, but maybe I felt something because I had repeated it over and over again.

In time, people called people, even gathered other soldiers.

Although it was good because I didn't seem to be talking to the inside of the crater, I've been in charge of cooking for quite some time.

Although it is good because I am free, I still feel a little guilty because I am in my capacity as a mass firing engine clerk.

Svalf thanked me, but I don't know if I should.

Since after noon, he spent nothing to do with the crusade to deepen exchanges because another replacement for the mass projectile fleet came, or to go into the woods and procure something to eat because the food situation is pathetic.

Unexpectedly it was very pleasing, so it should be good.

Even with such a large squad, no one has come specializing in cooking, and it looks tough.

"You were in the division once, weren't you?

"Um, I'm there. But that's a cook for an officer."

I wish I could rest because it's a break, but for some reason now I had a couple of Lanvaldo and Chunk Shooter Squad replacements coming together.

Siu was beside his tent making noodles from the flour.

I taught a few knights and soldiers how to make a roasted noodle, so I only prepare noodles.

"And you're handy, and you use magic, and you're amazing!

"Sort of. It's been a habit since I was a little girl. There's no magic, it's surprising when you think about life magic."

"Heh."

Lanvaldo, who was watching at hand, turned his gaze to the faces of a squadron of projectiles who were similarly watching.

"By the way, is it okay if I come over here? The military is disciplined. Oh, no, I'm not blaming you. It's just that it's easy for us, because it's gonna be tough for you."

"Right. But now I'm supposed to be in a mass projectile squad, and if it's in the name of listening to the handling, you can go away."

And Clemens answered.

The department is different, Lanvaldo seems to be a far superior class, and Clemens speaks in a nervous and respectful tone. Larsh, next door, is only eighteen, which seems to mean Private. Siu can tell this. It's the lower class. So, he stayed solidified.

"It's the Brosfeld Division, so I guess that's allowed. Even this attempt, asking for the instructions of a hero with the eyes of a ship, is an amazing thing, even though it is a royal life. If it was another division, I don't think it would have worked."

"Really?

"Siu is a common man, and I mean, you were just a kid. Then you wouldn't really feel it, but like a faction, that's what I have. Army and nobility."

Lanvaldo like that seems aristocratic too. I hadn't heard, but I thought the floor would be low.

"Yeah. By the way, the name of the division, it's a family name, right, Brosfeld?

"Yes, yes. With Major General Erald-Brosfeld leading the division, the name of the Count Brosfeld family will be taken. But you know very well."

"Because it was in the book. My hobby is reading."

"... isn't that cooking?

I turned my gaze to the noodles again.

"Cooking is a hobby, too. … but my best hobby is to save money, I wonder"

"Buha."

"Hey, dirty! Purification, Purification, Purification!

"Oh, man, I've had to purify you so many times! Hiya."

"It's Mr. Lanvaldo who's terrible. I'm working hard on it."

I'm sorry, I laughed and apologized.

There were replacement people in and out after that, but only Larsh remained.

If you appraise it, you are losing your intelligence and strength. I put a drink in Larsh while I thought it was easy to understand some of the mental abilities.

"Huh?"

"Because you look tired. Finally, the potion works. Because it's tea, it makes you drowsy, and try it."

"Oh, thank you"

"Yeah. We're a similar age than that, and we can talk about it, right?

"... I don't know"

Larsh held a warm cup in both hands and zeroed it with a little sip like a child.

"What?

"Because, you know, I'm a teacher"

"... me? It's not that big a deal. I just happened to know Master Kilik, and I just couldn't help but offer him the magic equipment he made because he didn't have solid attack magic."

I sighed.

"So you didn't expect to come to the battlefield, did you?"

"That's right... That's tough. When I think about it, you're just a little girl."

"It's too small for me."

When I said and laughed, Larsh finally laughed at me, too.

Even though I'm still young, I'm being driven out to this place, and the mass jet squad has to go to the front line, and it'll be hard for people who aren't used to it. Before I chose him, I felt sorry for him.

"... hold this. Because it protects Larsh."

And I took out the pinch I had in my pocket. It has defensive features. Then heal as well. Larsh was leaning his neck strangely, but he replied and received that you had taken care of it.