Since I was reincarnated as a poor farmer in another world, I decided to lay bricks and build a castle

Crisp, Mosha Mosha.

There's such a noise in my lair in the woods.

The source of the sound is a servant beast who slept on my leg wearing an agua until earlier.

I slept for quite a long time, and when I woke up, I nobbed my back stretched gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Then, after looking around, he moved to the room.

The safe house is a brick house built in the woods.

But from the area of land obtained by cutting down the trees, the size of the lair was not as large as the scaffolding, and there was other land surplus.

Therefore, the free space was transformed into a field by the magic of [soil improvement], and the Hatsuka, which soon grew, was planted.

Hatsuka, who grew up in a few days, was left in the safe house after harvest.

Apparently, he woke up. The servant beast discovered the hatska and approached him.

"You, did you like that? There are plenty of them, so you can eat as much as you like."

When I say that, a servant beast squeals and mouths Hatsuka again.

Apparently, he's herbivorous and eats Hatsuka deliciously.

Good.

As much as I was worried about what I would do if I only ate meat.

Compared to that, Hatsuka can prepare as much as she wants.

I would suffer from the bitter taste that would make me look woolly if I ate Hatsuka raw, but it doesn't look that way either.

Wouldn't it be good as the main food?

It was a sigh of relief that the cultivation of the servant beast was unlikely to lead to an economic collapse due to the cost of feeding.

"Hmm, you've grown up. How can you grow so fast?

About 10 days had passed since the birth of the Servant Beast.

Oh, my God.

Didn't the servant beast, which at birth was only about the size of a ride in the palm of his hand, grow so much now?

Aren't the servant beasts, with splendid horns growing from their heads, grown to the point where it's okay for a large adult to ride in just a few hours?

Too brilliant flesh.

A horse-shaped, white-haired beast with muscularly disappointed reindeer horns.

The hair is as sarcastic when touched as if it were silk or something, so much so that when the light of the sun shines.

From a distance, its presence is not half-way.

I can sell this for sure.

Whoever sees it must think so.

But there was something I wanted to try before I sold it.

"All right, I'm going to give you a name."

In fact, I haven't even given a name since the birth of the Servant Beast.

To be honest, I thought that if I gave it a name, I might be too emotional.

That's true when I sold it, but I thought it was going to be quite a snag in case it died.

But if you grow up to this point, you won't be the first to die of illness or starvation right away.

I may cry when I sell it, but I don't do things that would slaughter me like an edible livestock, well.

You won't hit a bee if you name it.

There are other reasons why you want to give it a name.

That's because of the magic team I saw at the Baptist naming ceremony.

Father Paul used a magical formation spinning with magic from the palm of his hand that protruded against me to name him.

And then I got the magic of life with my name.

But I've always wondered about the magic of that life.

Father Paul said that was what he would gain from the Lord's protection, but I feel very different.

At the moment when the name ended, I understood the name of the magic spell of life and its use and effects, even though there was no explanation.

Somehow, I was under the impression that it was either a direct instruction or a program written in my head.

Assuming that is the case, what would happen if we named the Servant Beast using a magic formation?

That's where my interest was.

I think [drinking] is especially plain but amazing in the magic of life.

I didn't think anything of it because I lived a life where I could drink water anytime, anywhere in my previous life, but I came to this world and found that to be amazing.

Drinking the raw water in that area can cause diarrhoeal illness quite easily.

Diarrhea is dangerous.

It can lead to death in a situation where there is no health care provider without a joke.

Originally, dirt must be removed and water must be boiled with fire to drink.

But living magic [drinking] will save you the trouble.

I gathered magic in my eyes and looked at the servant beast, and I know that this guy has magic, too.

If successful, it will also be possible to prepare your own drinking water.

I'm afraid [ignition] exists, but I really wanted to try it.

Because there's no way I'm going to use this magic formation to name it after a village person on my own.

It's all right.

When something goes wrong, let's think about it then.

There's a chance that it will fail...

That's how I decided to name my great-grown servant beast.