"Huh? Who's here?
"It's called a wanderer or something. He's traveling a lot of places."
One day, it was when I was teaching Kyle magic.
I'm based here, and my part-time brother tells me that people have come.
Not many people from outside have ever come to such a despicable village.
Have you come all the way out here to tell me something unusual?
"No, you're not. I heard about this village. He said he came all the way here."
"Well, I guess we're talking about this village."
"Maybe you knocked down the big pig. Let's talk about it. I'll bring him in."
That's what I say, Bite. My brother pops out the front door.
And is the big pig thing on the table?
I was a little thrilled to see what the hell he was doing here, waiting for the traveler to come.
"You'll be the first to see it. Awkward, I encourage people to make things while traveling."
"... Awkward? Are you there?"
"Ha ha. It's the way you talk in the awkward part of town."
"Maybe you're from the east or something?
"Oh, you know me well. Surely the Awkward were born east of this land."
"... could it be an island country?
"Ha? Not that it's an island country, because it's also land that comes to mind somewhere?
"No, never mind. Again, nice to meet you, Ars."
"This is unusual. Awkward, my name is Gran. See you later."
It was a man who spoke differently than around here that Brother Byte brought in.
Do some people talk like this in the east?
What kind of place is it?
"So, what kind of requirements could Mr. Grant have here?
"Hmm. Actually, I heard a big pig was crusaded in this land. Once, depending on what you want to see."
"Hmm. It's nothing. Well, I'm not peeling it, so I don't have my whole body left..."
"Which Mitsujin, by the way, was crusaded the great pig? I'd love to meet you."
"Yeah, it's me, though."
"What? Is there a child like Lord Ars? I'm sorry, but I can't believe it."
"Well, I used the trap, and it's not a big deal."
"Mmm, no, excuse me. Awkward, because I heard in other villages that a big pig is a terribly violent and horrible creature."
Well, that may not be a strange story to hear.
In fact, if it were a village near this northern forest, the story would be telling everywhere.
Once several villages were created to transform large forests spread over vast areas into fields.
But in the end, no village succeeded in pioneering.
There will be no more pioneering villages, or we will manage to keep them smaller than before, like this one.
The reason was in the big pig.
To some extent, as development progresses, it always hits the big pig problem.
They cut open trees and made fields, but the crops in those fields are vandalized by the great pigs.
The properties of the big pig were even more problematic.
Remembering the flavour of the field crop, the big pigs try to teach even children to eat the food.
But if that's all, I'm still glad.
Sometimes the problem is remembering human taste.
Big pigs don't eat as much as they like with omnivores, but sometimes they eat meat.
Naturally, eating humans is a possibility.
Big pigs that cut through the woods and no longer have anything to eat eat eat crops from the fields.
If you can eat it up, what else is left?
Unfortunately, some villages were devastated by big pigs who remembered the taste of people because of some cause.
The story is also told in this village from parents to children and to grandchildren.
Even at home, if it's a farmer's borough house, it collapses quickly with a rush by that giant.
For humans living in villages near the North Forest, I guess it is no exaggeration to say that the great pig is synonymous with fear.
"But in the end, it's just a big boar, isn't it? Why did you even bother coming to see me?
"Don't you know Lord Ars fought a big pig? Big pigs use the magic of [hardening]."
"Oh, yeah. I had no idea. Yeah, but that's why it's so hard to get through the attack."
"Ruri. And the materials that can be taken from a magical creature can be materials that make things different."
"Materials?"
"It is. Fangs that can be taken from a big pig. Through magic, it's possible to create harder weapons than the metal."
"Seriously."
"Seriously. And the awkward wander around looking for such special materials to make things."
"What do you mean, Mr. Grant can make weapons out of the fangs of a big pig?
"It is."
"Wow. You don't build me weapons. I'll be sure to thank you!
Unexpectedly, I have risen.
But are the big pig's fangs harder than metal?
Glad you kept it properly without throwing it away.
I thank you for this coincidence, remembering that I have a big pig's fang left in the corner of the warehouse.