Skeleton Knight, in Another World

A vast forest extending to the southeastern part of the northern continent - the Canadian Great Forest.

In order to escape persecution of the people, the trees of the forest and the numerous warcraft that live there keep people away as natural fortresses in a huge forest built by the Elves who fled to that place, which was only a vast wasteland at the time.

In the depths of such a forest were built several elves.

The interior of the walls of the living trees, built using the magical powers they specialize in, has an idyllic landscape that appears in some story.

It was dotted with wooden houses shaped like mushrooms, confirming the appearance of monstrous buildings that blended huge trees and houses everywhere.

One of the many elves, called the Lalatoia, was in Ariane's father's reign as an elder, and now he is also in his place of residence.

And in front of me is a huge building of the presbytery, which is also Arian's home.

Thinking of that mountainous dragon crown tree (Road Crown), it's thin enough, but it's huge enough around the trunk where people live for about a minute. Inside its huge trunk lies the mansion in a fused fashion, with large spreading branches at the end stretching upwards creating a huge shade of trees on the spot.

Arian knows on his own. I'm going into my house. Walk behind it.

Once inside, it was a blowout hall in a huge tree, from where the staircase leading upstairs to the left and right stretched, with a large dining room ahead.

There was one woman with the same atmosphere as Ariane, who found herself and Ariane and broke her face.

"Oh, you guys are finally back? You said you'd make lunch, Ark, and I thought you were keeping it today because you weren't coming back."

It was Arian's mother who said that and smiled, and Grenis, the elder's wife in this room.

Glenis Arna Laratoia, acting for her husband, now an elder who is away inside, looks no different than Arian.

But the elf species, which is a long-lived species, does not know the exact age from its appearance.

But that's why swinging the age story to the person in front of you is an act that itself is tantamount to jumping out of your head into a coffin. Whatever you say, he is the master of Arian, the user of the sword, a man who has done many simulated battles himself, but who has never had a single attempt to carry out an effective counterattack.

So I honestly pass on my apology to her as she smiles.

"I'm sorry, Lord Grenis. I just got a little enthusiastic about producing a"

Originally, this afternoon was also to put into practice the preparations I had been trying to make, and for that reason I had named myself in charge of this lunch.

In the meantime, I went straight into the kitchen set in the back of the dining room, as I was in armor.

In this world where people cook with firewood, they elves maintain a high standard of living with their excellent magic prop skills.

There is now a kitchen in front of me and a firewood kitchen, but it also had tools with an atmosphere like a gas stove.

However, because this consumes fuel using demonic stones, the usual use is still often dominated by firewood.

"With that said, Ark, I've been preparing something for you in the morning, but what's that?

I started getting ready in the kitchen. There, Ariane came talking to me with a sneak peek in from behind.

Her gaze is poured on two larger vessels placed at her disposal.

There is water strained in a ceramic vessel, each with dried tomatoes and dried mushrooms marinated.

I thought I'd make some new condiments this time.

With that said, take the tomatoes and mushrooms out of the vessel.

The new seasoning that I will be challenging this time is soy sauce.

The original soy sauce is made by fermenting soybeans and koji, and the process is complicated, and temperature control is not quite the same as making it overnight. Rather, it's not a substitute for amateurs to make it that way.

However, it is possible to produce soy sauce ingredients with chemical changes.

First are the dried tomatoes and dried mushrooms that have been soaking in water since last night.

Mushrooms would have been nice to have Molieu, but I haven't seen them here yet. Therefore, the mushrooms that were said to be aromatic were used by Grenis to look after them.

Looks a little like Eringhi.

Together, those two return juices are transferred to a pan, and then processed into a mince with a knife tapping the chicken's mumps next to it.

If it becomes a mince, leave some and put it in a pan and put it on fire, and when it boils, filter it with a narcotic cloth.

For now, this completes the “stock” for the bottom preparation.

I will smell the fragrance and look at the flavor a little bit, but I think the stock is ready to taste good.

But Arian, who was watching it beside him, was, to say the least, sniffing at the root of his eyebrows.

"... what, this? I don't smell very good..."

I stopped to respond to Arian, who looked really disgusted.

Well, if you're Japanese, it calms you down when you smell the stock, but foreigners call it the smell of steamy laundry, so it's just a difference in habit and sensitivity here.

Now let's finally make “soy sauce".

The basic philosophy behind making soy sauce this time is that soy sauce is the ultimate story and can be made with the amino acids and sugars that make up the majority of it.

First, I'm in charge of amino acids, but I put the mince of the rest of the chicken nappy meat, which I also used to make the stock, in a vessel, and now I add maple syrup, which is also a specialty of the Canadian Great Forest for sugar, and mix it carefully.

When you start sautéing it in a pan at high temperatures, a mailard reaction begins to occur in which the honeyed mince is browned and transformed, adding salt and liquor where the whole thing has been coloured to put the fire down.

"Um, you're done."

Try licking a little bit of rusty dark brown liquid accumulated at the bottom of the pan against your fingers.

Soy sauce doesn't go to boulders, but it tasted a lot like it.

I was just able to prepare something fruity like white wine, so the taste of soy sauce makes me feel westerly overall. Is it more like "soy sauce” than “soy sauce”?

Although “soy” is not used in the ingredients at all.

Arian, who held Ponta next door as always, was intrigued and so on, peeking into the work on this side, he smelled the soy sauce that had just been made by letting his nose snort down.

"What do you say, Lord Arian? Is it still a bad smell?

To her own question she tries to think a little bit and shakes her head small to the side.

"That smell has changed a lot. I don't know, it smells fragrant."

Apparently, there's been no rejection.

I hope the chicken teriyaki that I'm about to make fits my mouth as well - but with that in mind, as I prepared the teriyaki marinade and soaked the chicken, Glennis, who had been sitting quietly in the dining room seat until now, stood up as if he noticed something.

After a while Grenis came back from the ground floor to the dining room. Behind that, I found my first face in a long time.

"Oh, Lord Dylan. Are you finally back inside?"

The person, who appeared from behind Grenis, greeted herself with a slight grin and one hand up when she admitted that she and Arian stood in the kitchen.

"Hey, Ark, Arian. I just got back. No, no, it's been quite a long journey from King's Capital in Rhoden to here. But I was able to get a meaningful place to talk."

It was Dylan Targ Laratoia, the elder and father of Arian in Laratoia, who said so and returned it.

Long pointy ears on slightly longer green blondes, the overall figure of skinny is also a characteristic of the Elves, many of whom live in this forest.

"And I've got a guest for both of you."

With a deep smile on his face, he says so and turns that gaze behind himself and shifts slightly to the side.

When the gaze of myself and Arian also turned naturally to you so that you could follow it, one girl appeared standing to hide behind him.

"Chiyome!? What are you doing here?

Admitting the girl's appearance, it was Arian who reacted first.

To her question, Chiyome, dressed in a sneaky outfit in her brunette cat ear, lifts her long tail slightly and lowers her head.

"Long time no see, Lord Arian, Lord Ark"

The tail, shaking left and right with slight joy, is emotional instead of a chiyome that doesn't change her expression much.

After she and I had cleared up a case on the southern continent, she had been transporting it with Goemon to a hiding place in the current base of the Blade Heart clan, Mount Kalkato.

Sasquatch, Chiyome's brother, who was missing in that case, appeared before her as an immortal (undead) and buried him with her own hands when he came under attack.

Return to the inside was also to report the series.

"... Lord Chiyome, are you all right?

I don't know what to say to Chiyome, which has been around for a long time, and ask such vague questions.

There's probably been funerals and stuff in the clan, and it's only been half a month since then.

Her mood, which had to kill her own brother and those she admired, cannot easily be inferred by one of her own.

Then Chiyome turned his pale, clear eyes straight to this side, slightly tilting his neck and nodding.

"Yes. After that, I went back inside and raised my report with Master Hanzo, but there was also a funeral..."

When Chiyome's tail, which had rocked until earlier, drooped slightly and her gaze lay down, Arian, worried about how she looked like that, lowered her brow butt and peeked into her face.

"Chiyome..."

"Later, in order to explore the meaning of the words left behind by Brother Sasquatch, it was decided within the clan to follow the footsteps he had previously followed."

Saying so much and separating words, her gaze looked up at this side again.

Sasquatch's last words - I didn't hear them in person, but according to her story, just before she died, she told me to “beware of the Church."

It can be inferred from the words that the reason he became immortal (undead) is in the Hilk country.

And most importantly, Saskatchewan is quite unnatural as an immortal (undead). Chiyome and Ariane, who confronted him, kept their mouths shut.

Normally, the undead are naturally born, and are said to be born by evil spirits entering the flesh of the dead exposed to dark magic vegetables (mana).

However, because the accumulation of magic vegetables (mana), a condition in which the immortal (undead) is born, it is common for most of the immortals (undead) born to become corrupt dead people, that is, zombies or skeletons in white bones.

However, Sasquatch, who appeared before Chiyome, did not see any such appearance, rather he could not distinguish himself from a normal living person in appearance.

He was the undead because there was an Elf Ariane who could see the beast clan Chiyome with its nose that could smell it and the characteristic "filth" that the undead wrapped around him.

Because of their abilities, they are able to live the same time with the certainty that they are not immortals (undead) whose figure is the skeleton beneath their armor. If they saw Sasquatch as an immortal (undead), I'm pretty sure that's true.

But when that happens, the problem is the countless necromancer soldiers who moved with a clear purpose and suddenly appeared ahead of them, as well as the creepy beings who, in an unnatural way, became immortal (undead), and who appeared from within the Church, somehow inexperienced.

I guess the reasoning that came out of combining those beings with Sasquatch's last words could not be ignored by Chiyome and the rest of the Blade Heart clan.

"─ But there was a problem in conducting a secret investigation into the Church. Brother Sasquatch entered the kingdom of Del Frent over the Febbint wetlands stretching northwest of the Kingdom of Rhoden, from where the“ road ”to the end disappeared."

To her words, herself and Arian ask each other what that means with their eyes.

Chiyome, who was watching this one like that, shared a supplementary explanation.

"If we were to go away, we would use the safe houses of the people called Kusa, who live in the land, as hubs and relays, to connect them, but this time they were all crushed.

Apparently, "Kusa” is the network that they ninjas use to do intelligence work. If that were to go away, it would be a huge burden when gathering information.

"I think that Kusa and his compatriots are safe houses to observe, but are the Kusa characters missing?

To his own questioning, Chiyome gives a small endorsement.

"Originally, the Hilk countries and the three surrounding countries sometimes have deep-rooted Hilk teachings, and this is a land not suitable for the people of mountains like Boku and elves like Lord Arian to live in. It's not uncommon to find a slave or be killed, so there weren't many lurking kusas in the first place. You come here, you lose your foothold, you get stuck, you dress up."

That's what Chiyome said. He clenched both fists in remorse.

It was Dylan, the elder in this room who had ever listened to her talk in silence, who took over her words that seeped such remorse.

"So they came into contact with me, who was staying in the king's capital of the Kingdom of Rhoden, to ask your help again, Ark. Hey, and their information networks and infiltration are a big deal. I chilled my liver when she showed up in the castle room where I was staying."

The atmosphere of the place, which was a little heavier, soothes Dylan's remarks, which can also be regarded as such an open mind.

"Oh, so now I'm going to the Hilk country, huh?

Chiyome glances over at his words and looks over at him.

"!? Lord Ark, can you help me...? Well, we haven't even talked about the reward yet..."

Somewhere like a draw was felt in her inquiry.

Perhaps this request is different from the previous one, and it is not about the great name of the liberation of her compatriots, but about the sasquatch of the clan, which was also her closer brother in private.

But the last word Sasquatch left, it bothered me personally.

"No, because I was a little concerned about you, too. Besides, if I can help Lord Chiyome, I'd be happy to help you.

When he said that and laughed, Chiyome lowered his head silently, letting the cat ear on the top of his head pat.