Spirit Growers Travel Around the World - Get Rare Materials and Spirits Grow Rapidly!? ~

The morning of Sigel's second day of his otherworldly life was a wake-up call with the feeling of something pulling his hair.

Basically, Sigel is better off sleeping, and once he wakes up, he rarely sleeps twice (not at all).

Especially if you wake up like this morning in a way that doesn't make sense, your head will wake up immediately.

I checked to see if my hair caught on to something and it didn't look like that in particular.

But the killer, supposedly the cause, was laughing nipply in front of Siegel.

"... Ha!? Aate.... yeah. I hadn't woken up yet............ ok ok ok. Sorry, stop pulling my hair!

It was Sigel trying to dive into the futon again, but she was pulled off her hair from the cause just like she did when she woke up and refused.

Yes, there was a midget with a big palm floating in front of Siegel.

Sigel blinked several times wondering if he was still asleep, but the dwarf (?) never disappeared.

Instead, I'm glad to see that it's seen from Sigel, Nico.

Sigel, who watched it, was making an inexplicable escape from reality with the boulder fantasy world.

While Sigel was doing that, at some point another dwarf and enough puppy to grip (?) is increasing.

Siegel had no idea when he showed up or when he came close.

Sigel was tilting her neck, no matter how she saw it, feeling nostalgic.

"Mm-hmm. Did you even do something that would be missed while you were asleep?

A dwarf who had come out in front of Sigel from the beginning did something to answer Sigel, who shrugged so.

However, Sigel only seemed to be moving his arms so hard that he had no idea what he wanted to tell him.

"Um? Shake your arm?... No? Brush something?... this isn't the same"

Every time Sigel says something, a dwarf is shaking his neck, left or right, shaking his blue hair.

I know Sigel's words totally make sense, but unfortunately I don't know what that dwarf wants to tell you.

Then another red-haired dwarf, who until then was silently watching the exchange between the two, suddenly flew in front of Sigel and glowed pale.

"Whew!? Hey, what?

Suddenly, Sigel accidentally said a surprise, but the red-haired dwarf began to move somehow without looking concerned.

Sigel, looking at it with his eyes round, noticed that there was still light after the red-haired dwarf flew.

And it turns out that the light is in some form.

Sigel accidentally spoke of the shape.

"Open?...... WOW!?

When Sigel uttered the word, suddenly, in front of him, something like a translucent acrylic plate of prompters appeared.

The two dwarves watching it were happily flying around Sigel's perimeter.

While noticing how the dwarves were doing, Sigel looked at the acrylic slab.

Because there was a letter there that Siegel knew better.

Of course, it is in Japanese.

"... what is this?

While Sigel said so, he flushed and read the letters written on the board.

And after reading it, Sigel finally understood why the three spirits (...) appeared.

"Hmm, I see..."

Sigel roared unexpectedly after reading a help-like sentence written on the board.

The board that suddenly appeared in front of Siegel - for convenience, I decided to call it an input terminal - is said to be a terminal for external input to create a boxyard world.

And they say the two of them and one of them still wandering around Sigel are spirits, residents of this boxyard world.

The early boxyard world is a space about the size of a middle school ground (for one track) where only the lawn grows.

By making that space into a variety of environments, various spirits will come to visit.

And while they get 'souvenirs' from those spirits, they're going to be able to do a lot more to change the environment and change the size of the boxyard.

By the way, the three spirits who have been around since the early days can even let go, but they will stay there forever unless they do so in a manipulative way.

But the other spirits are only 'customers' to the boxyard world, unless special conditions are met.

If we want to anchor the spirits in the boxyard world, we have to set the environment to meet those conditions.

After reading the text, Sigel, who was messing with the input terminal, sighed loudly.

"... I don't care what you think, I guess this is going to mean cheat for me"

In the boxyard world, we can grow spirits.

If we could raise many spirits, starting with the three spirits we have now, that would likely be enough cheats.

"Well, better than nothing at all"

Having so concluded, Sigel decided to leave the boxyard world aside for one second and do the work he had decided to do since last night.

By the way, the input terminal closes (Shit?) I could.

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Help in the Box Garden (?) Sigel, having finished reading, left the room softly to avoid making any noise.

I'm keeping quiet just to make sure I don't wake Philomena, who's supposed to be sleeping in the next room.

The sun is already out, but check the boxyard. There's a reason Sigel woke up early.

It's a corner, so I'm thinking of returning the favor of a meal.

Yesterday, if Filomena hadn't invited me to her house, Sigel would undoubtedly have lost his life or been close to it.

If you think about it, it is against Philomena that there is no place for one meal.

Sigel doesn't even think that Filomena helped him with the boulder, just because he's nice to you, but he's grateful.

Without doing anything, I didn't want to say goodbye.

Well, I don't have the bottom line of not wanting to cut the edge with the bong-cubby woman I know in the corner.

That's why Siegel's thought of giving back meant preparing breakfast.

Instead of making it, the mountain vegetables that were harvested yesterday before Sigel moved to different worlds will come into play.

I'm supposed to be moving to town today, so there's also a reason I can't help but leave it.

Of course, I'm going to present the rest to Filomena, so I'm never just going to use it to dispose of it.

Seeing Sigel's breakfast made for that reason, Philomena was smiling bitterly as she rounded her eyes.

"I didn't mean to get you to do this and help..."

"Well, don't worry too much. I made a corner, let's eat."

"I hope it's hard... but as far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about them beside Sigel?

Filomena said so, seeing the spirits playing beside Sigel.

"Uh, yeah. We'll talk about it while we eat."

Box garden is likely to be an important element for Sigel to live in this world, so how far he tells Philomena is in the midst of cooking.

Sigel the boulder, too, is not going to tell Philomena everything so far.

In the meantime, I got to my seat, and now it was Sigel thinking about what we were going to talk from, but he made me stop along the way for raising Philomena's astonishing words.

"Hey, what's this!?

"Huh? What?

Sigel tilted her neck as she watched Philomena open her eyes as she held a spoon.

For Siegel, it was made in the kitchen of someone else's house, using a matching object, so there was no element to be surprised at.

Against such a sigel, Filomena pointed to the soup with her trembling fingers.

"Here, this soup! Tastes better than I've ever had before!? What's it taste like, this?

"Ha!?

To Philomena's words, now on the contrary, Sigel turned out to be a surprised face.

And Sigel immediately remembers the soup he had last night.

"Uh... once I confirm, what culture takes soup from the bones of birds and pigs in this world...?

"From the bones? What the hell is that?

Sigel sighed heavily at Philomena, who had heard that with a twinkle of an eyebrow.

Last night, I was thinking maybe from the meal Filomena prepared for me, but apparently the food culture in this world is very different from what Sigel knows.

No, or the possibility that Filomena just doesn't know how to do it.

I still just ate the stuff Philomena made for me, so I don't think this one in the world is inferior.

But it's not just the soup, but seeing Philomena happy to eat sautéed mountain vegetables really makes me think in that direction.

Anyway, as a Siegel, I was thinking about stopping coming to conclusions until I went to the big city and checked it out properly.