Skeleton Knight, in Another World

In the morning, my ears and nose wake up first to the slightest smell of breakfast drifting downstairs from the birds' crotch. My eyes open with it, and the situation in the surrounding room enters my eyes.

Waking up and looking around the room, a silver whole body armor was placed on the side of the bed colored with white and ethereal tones.

Yesterday, for the first time, I came to this world to take off all my armor, put on a futon in bed and sleep. It's a general skeleton, so maybe I don't need to wear a futon, but it's a matter of feelings.

When I try to wake up my body, I realize that my body is strangely heavy. With the exception of the futon, what a ponta was diving in at some point. And in my own ribs.

"Duh!

Unexpectedly stuttered with vegetables and his voice leaked.

I manage to draw Ponta, who is traveling to the world of dreams in her ribs, to sleep beside her bed.

Pulling creatures out of their ribs... No, it's a hard feeling to get to the tongue...

Get out of bed and gently squeak your whole body bones for flexible gymnastics. I feel like I have no muscles or muscles, and I don't feel flexible or snaggy, but this would also be a matter of feeling.

Wear the armor you kept aside, and at the end of the day also wear a helmet.

I don't show my elder family the secrets of my body, but I don't reveal this to all the inhabitants of Laratoia. Elder Dylan also talked last night about how few people would want to know about this. The people who know about this outside Elder Dylan's family are about Senna and Oona, who were imprisoned by Diento's lords.

I heard that people rarely enter the Elves, so if something happens that rarely happens, it will instantly become a rumor in this place.

I've never gone beyond avoiding useless trouble that I can avoid.

The black coat I lent to Oona yesterday is already on hand for me to give it back, but inside it, whether it's in armor or or in a black coat, it's no different.

Keep the jacket in your hand in your luggage bag that you won't even need to wear an extra coat while you're inside.

Trying to get out of the ready room, Ponta woke up at some point, sitting in a good position in front of the door of the room and rocking its cotton-hairy tail.

Apparently Ponta also woke up caught by the smell drifting from downstairs.

When I open the door of the room a little, I stick my head in there and cleverly open the gap with my head, and when I slide my body in, I run down to the downstairs as if it were a detachment.

The Elves told me that spiritual beasts don't eat food in public very aggressively because they don't have to eat much to live for a long time.

It just seems that when you go down to people, out of the woods, etc., the Spirit Beast also has a lot of opportunities to eat, but the appetizing Ponta, whether it's in the woods or in people, doesn't seem to fit that example.

Going down to the dining room upstairs, which became a feast for dinner last night, there was Grenis, Ariane's mother, who had already been obsessed with breakfast and who had bent on watching how she ate it.

She looks like an elf ethnic costume-like piece from yesterday, feathering an apron from above.

"Oh, good morning. Did you get some sleep yesterday? I can't believe you sleep in the skeleton... it's amazing to imagine."

Did Grenis imagine the look of it, laughing ridiculously zero?

Sure, if you imagine a skeleton sleeping in a futon, it would only look like a white bone corpse, but he's quite a daring person, such as where he comes forward and shakes without hesitation.

Unlike Ariane, the atmosphere feels like it's a little loose.

"Good morning, Lord Grenis."

"Ki-yun!

When I returned my greeting to Grenis, Ponta turned to this one and rang out to see if it was a morning greeting too, and then stuck her face back in the plate with breakfast again.

"I'll prepare breakfast now, sit down there and wait."

When he strokes the ponta and stands up, Grenis walks into the kitchen behind him in an apron.

"No wonder. By the way, I can't see Lord Dylan or Lord Arian, but have they gone out to Maple yet?

Looking around, ask Glennis in the kitchen in the back.

"Yeah, early this morning."

Out of the kitchen, Grenis answered concisely while holding a tray with breakfast on it, placing the tray he had in front of this one and sitting across the street.

I take off my helmet and turn aside, gently holding my hands together and dropping my gaze at the breakfast in front of me.

On top of the tray was a round cut of dried sausage with grilled eyes over lightly broiled toast accompanied by a white sauce, with a menu called Eyeball Grill and Vegetable Soup.

Roasting the toast, it's a crisp, petite sound and sweet-scented bread in the fragrance, and although the dry sausage on it is a little habitual, it works with herbs and spices and it's quite tasty. Furthermore, the nostalgic taste of the white snug sauce, which was hung on top of it, leaked a surprising voice when I said it unexpectedly.

"Mayonnaise..."

"Oh, you know me well? A source conceived by the first chiefs, I thought it was only spread around Limburt as a city of people..."

Glennis tilts his neck with a face like it's a surprise.

Apparently the name Mayonnaise is also used as it is. Mayonnaise itself is not that difficult to make, so I can do it with a little knowledge.

Eight hundred years ago, he and the first chief of the forest capital Maple were apparently similar to himself. If you're a long-lived elf, could you still be alive?

"If you're going to be that first chief, are you still alive?

Throwing the eyeball grill into my mouth, I asked Glennis, sitting across the street, with a little anticipation.

"Hehe. Even the long-lived Elves can't live that long. The Elves are about 400 years old."

Still have a life expectancy of four hundred years......, wouldn't human life expectancy in these times or something like that be a good place for fifty years? No, is the powerful living a little longer with restorative magic, etc?

I thought the first chief was of the same condition as myself, but there is no way to ascertain the truth in the deceased already. You can't help but think about things you can't be sure of at all times.

Today we plan to take a little look around Laratoia, one of the Elves.

With the permission of Dylan, the elder, I intend to take a relaxing tour of the day. Grenis will accompany him as a guide, but I'm guessing this includes a watchdog. Given the relationship between the Elves and the people, I am not particularly concerned because I think it would be an inconvenient measure.

Dylan wants to talk to me again this evening, so it's not a bad idea to get into trouble in here for a while.

Whatever. Last night's supper, but this breakfast is pretty good, too. The rice eaten by the common people of the people has a majority of basic thin flavors, with the main staple foods being beans, grain porridge, and potatoes. There's a lot of warcraft meat and so on, there's a lot of variety when it comes to meat dishes, but there's still a small spice system.

That's all I appreciate about staying where I can eat delicious meals.

The last time I tried to carry the remaining dry sausage to my mouth, I had a ponta and eyes that lay down beside the table and stared at this one.

Moving the sausage stabbed at the fork to the left and right, it's like a marionette caught and moving by a thread, and Ponta's head can shake left and right.

When I pass the sausage to Ponta in ideation, I jump and chew it happily.

Glennis, who was at the front of the scene, smiles with a smiling eye. White bone skeletons never change complexion, but they cough gently to mislead the air on the spot.

"It's a treat, Lord Grenis."

When the helmet is seated again for breakfast, Ponta, who has finished eating the sausage, magically winds up and sticks it on the helmet, which is in place.

Go straight down to the ground floor of the Great Tree Mansion and exit the front entrance before looking back once.

Yesterday the area was a lot darker and the whole picture was difficult to grasp, but now it is illuminated by the morning sun and its strange artificial and natural fusion buildings are clearly exposed in front of us.

People's streets had a lot of scenery with an atmosphere like the historic district of Europe for the price of it, but this one is fun like a fairy house that comes out in games and novels. I just don't see a lot of buildings in this format. I just see some of that stuff in the distance, and basically houses like wooden mushrooms are lined up.

After a short period of observation of the Great Tree Mansion, I saw Grenis coming out of the mansion with the apron removed.

"Is it a rare building for people?

I saw this one looking around the building without getting tired of it, and I asked him with a slight smile.

"Um, I don't even know how I built it, and we all don't see it."

"Well, I'm sure you might not be able to handle spiritual magic."

Apparently, this building is built by the power of spiritual magic, is it still expensive to see a small number of things hanging at the time of construction?

"Sometimes cotton-haired foxes come to the tree sinks in this mansion just like Ponta. Cottonwool foxes are supposed to travel in the wind and live in flocks..."

She squeaks so, throwing her gaze at Ponta, who is strangely leaning her neck over her head. Heal Your Injuries I have been liking this position ever since I magically healed and fed it.

Until I find another companion and leave me, I'm letting Ponta go free.

Glennis tells me he can show me through the inside, so I follow her.

It can be seen with strange eyes from other elves rubbing off on their way down the road, but this doesn't make much difference in the people's city either.

The inside of Laratoia was like a settlement surrounded by a fairly vast area of high walls. Long before my vision, the green wooden walls that I saw at the top when I came in here were wave-shaped all the time.

Inside the walls are vast pastures grazing livestock and fields strewn vertically and horizontally with beautifully maintained waterways, where various crops are planted.

There is still a shelf in front of me that involves strange hawthorn plants, and I can see a number of fruits like hechima hanging from the top.

"Lord Grenis, what is this all about?

The fruit like Hechima is actually translucent and filled with liquid inside, and the species connected to the core floats like hydroponics at the center. If you poke it a little, the surface is buoyant and the feel is like a plastic bag with water.

"Watermelon. The contents are water, but the outer skin is used. Drain the water and fill the skin with a mixture of ground meat, herbs and spices to make it smoke."

"Ho, so this is the dry sausage we had this morning?

"Yes, the meat of the Warcraft is often processed and eaten because there are many strong objects of habit. This method of using watermelon was also devised by the first chief. They used to only use watermelons to hydrate them in the woods."

The first chief seemed to be keen to explore food for a long time.

I meet an elf man who was working the harvest on a watermelon shelf, and then I look around. When you see many elves farming in the surrounding fields as well, this is not so different from a human village either.

From the number of elves you see, it may be closer to town than a village.

"Is this a big one? The number of elves seems to be quite high."

"For the sake of safety in one case, we closed a small inside that was earlier than here, and it was absorbed into a large inside, so maybe there were more than four thousand people here?

Considering there are four thousand people living in the back of the woods, that's a good number. With that in mind, I saw just one girl rushing in from the other side. The girl I recognize was one of the ones who helped in this rescue operation.

The girl stops as she rushes to her feet and looks up at this one. The sarcastic, green, blonde offering is shaking adorably.

"Uncle Armor! Can I give this to Ponta?

I show this one what I had in the girl's hand, and she asks me that. What the girl showed me was a red, round fruit that looked like an apple no matter what.

Ponta is invited by that sweet smell to sniff the girl's hand with her nose crackling as she jumps from above her head.

"Oh, I don't mind."

The girl is giving the whole apple to Ponta after she brightly thanked her. Ponta circles around the apple thinking about where to start with it.

From behind the girl, who looked like an interesting look at such a situation, two young men and women came and bowed their heads deeply to this side.

"Thank you very much for doing your best for my daughter this time."

The young man, who looks like his daughter's father, stares straight at this side and zeroes his words. The woman, who would have been the mother lying next to her, was bowed her head many times, weeping without being able to say thank you well.

"What, you can't thank me enough. I've been hired by Lord Arian, and I'm not so afraid."

But the couple shook their heads beside each other, and once again uttered their thanks. I was farming around it, and the Elves looked at this one unusual.

Even then, as he looked around inside, whoever named the parent of the girl who had been imprisoned went out of his way and bowed his head when he came to say thank you.

As for myself, it was done at Arian's request, so I feel a little itchy on my back. No, in my case, is it the spine and the scapula?

Did Ponta satisfy herself with being fed or played, and now she's stuck over her head and sleeping cleverly.

Thanks to you, I'm just getting a better posture so I don't drop this one.

Because I looked around, the area had completely changed to sunset color already, and the street lights installed on the road were starting to light up.

Grenis told me it was time for Dylan to be home, and that day he was on his way back to Daiki's mansion.