Shall we even make a safe house?
I was thinking as I [magic injected] into the servant beast's egg.
I was remembering the other day when my mother preached to me.
Needless to say, I am only a child and I am under the asylum of my parents.
For that reason, it basically hits that spending money on your own, as parents told you, shouldn't be done.
But there was more to it than that.
It depends on how old the customs around here are.
The father, who is the head of the family, holds the house, and it is up to him to make all the decisions.
That's no exception to the poor farmers I was born into.
Father's decision is absolute, and his eldest son takes over it.
If the mother and children go bad, it can be said that it belongs to the father, who is the head of the family, and hits something subordinate.
And I'm not the eldest son in this house.
I can't inherit the house.
The next son of a farmer, the rest of his life, will have to work as a father or brother, or manage to become independent.
Of course, I'll be familiar with those people, too.
The quickest way to get yourself up is to join the fight as a soldier and get a handle on it.
Anyway, sometimes they take me to battle so I can be forced to, and I started saving money trying to keep a good weapon.
But if you think about it, by the time the money that came together was accumulated, there's also no chance that it would be confiscated by saying, "This is our money," etc.
Then I wondered if I could think about post-independence from now on.
"All right, good is a hurry."
That's how I just started acting.
My birth village exists in such a way that it surrounds itself with a wooden fence.
And on its outside, the forest was spreading.
Especially not mountains, but basically flat ground.
From the memory of my previous life, I had a strong image that the forest was in the mountains, but apparently this is not the case here.
It is said that this village is the beginning of what was once cut open as a pioneering village.
They cut down the trees of the depressed woods and opened them to create fields.
At that time, the reign seemed stable.
He was also sent a large number of manpower from around the corner and succeeded in cutting down trees and creating fields.
But when times change, things change.
Nowadays, it has become a time of constant war, with fewer fields than before, and the villages being as good as possible to maintain the status quo.
It only keeps me alive while I manage to stop the forest from spreading.
But if I say the opposite, the land outside the village does not belong to anyone at present, and if opened, it will be recognized as land for what it accomplished.
I took to the woods outside the village and looked around to see where to open them.
"In the meantime, I think I'll build a safe house around here"
It was the land near the creek that flowed through the woods that I chose to do so.
We managed to get through the tall trees and the grass, and there was only a little bit of open space.
Let's decide to build a house here.
"Strengthen your body"
I crush spells that strengthen my whole body.
Even the body, which is still a child, can exert a lot of power if it is strengthened using magic.
We used that power to wrap our ropes around the trees around us.
Focus on the place where the house is to be built, and wrap the rope around the tree that is likely to become softer, and create the rope around the tree that is far away.
I roped it to pull the tree with enhanced force.
Then, in that state, he crouched into the roots of the trees and sent his magic into the ground.
The trees that grew up in the woods are deep into the ground, stretching their roots in various directions.
It turned all the soil its roots stretched into soft soil.
Until then, the tree, which had its roots on the earth with disappointment, will be crumbled from its feet.
Slowly by the rope that was tied to pull further, but surely, the tree leaned as it made a squeaky noise.
That's how at the end of the day a tree falls to the ground with a loud sound called Zdon.
That's how I pulled the trees out of the land I was going to build.
"Tidy ground"
A space where trees have been knocked down and poked open in the woods.
I put the tree together and put it on the edge before using another magic.
The magic I used to tidy the field and the spell name stays the same.
10 m square of land changes flat all at once.
Various weeds growing at the ends of the roots left in the soil and in the soil, plus gobbling and rolling stones and rocks.
I put them together and turned them into flat ground.
I am impressed by the fact that I have created a very convenient magic.
And I did that tidying up several times, changing places, and securing a spacious lot of land.
"Well, what am I going to do from here"
So far so good.
but it makes me wonder what to do with the work from here.
If it's a building, I've built a storage unit before.
Building something that will be a safe house this time around will suffice.
But it's no fun to mass produce bricks again.
No, it's so hard, whether it's funny or not.
My brick is a clean rectangle and I can build a pretty solid building just stacked like a building block.
But it's really hard to magically create a huge number of bricks and build them up.
I want the magic of Pong and the building coming out in one shot, if possible.
But I can't do anything bad when I remember that I once lost my magic and passed out.
Because this isn't behind a house with a family or anything, it's in the woods outside the village.
"Right. You don't even have to build a house..."
I've been thinking un-un for a while, but suddenly my head was refreshed.
In retrospect, it was a simple matter that I had previously failed to make a storage unit because I tried to create a dustbin at once.
My hypothesis is that the amount of magic you use for magic involves the volume and volume of what you make.
In other words, if you try to make a building out of a single piece of magic, even the interior space is involved in magic consumption.
Naturally, in the case of houses and storerooms, the interior is hollow and it is a great waste of magic to consume for it.
Then the story is simple.
Instead of building at once, should we build every wall?
Simple, but that alone must consume a lot less magic.
I closed my eyes with my hands on the ground.
Repeat your deep breaths to work out the magic in your body.
In doing so, in my head, I imagine a finished diagram.
The basics would be based on the bricks I've made so far.
Regularly assemble it to portray it as one wall.
Between the brick and brick a mortar is provided to secure the brick, making it less likely to collapse.
And the moment that image came together, it tamed the magic in the body to the earth to activate the magic.
In an extremely short time, I succeeded in creating a safe house in the woods.