Survival in Another World With My Master

"Good morning."

Wake up with Patchi and say hello to Sylvie in the morning. Sylvie was still asleep, and suddenly turned bright red after staring at my face for a while.

"Sit down."

"What are you doing?

"Sit down."

Sylvie pushed her face into my chest to hide her bright red face. I thought it was counterproductive, but it's cute, so I'll leave it there.

"It's not that bad. Sylvie and I are already like a couple, painful, painful!

Stop biting! You can't be there! It's not particularly useful, but it'll tear you apart!

"Sit down."

"Ohhhhhhh, I forgot. But I have a suggestion."

"What?"

"Forget it while the sun is rising, but remember when it falls. When the sun goes down, Sylvie is so sweet to me, it hurts, it hurts!

Damn it! I'm gonna rip it off! No, seriously!

I'll keep an eye on it.

"Please do."

Forgiveness.

So we clean ourselves up just like yesterday and discuss our plans for today while having breakfast. Today's breakfast is wrapped in Kebab dough with chopped vegetables, warming up the remainder of last night's key mackerel dish. I don't have any particular name for the dish. If you dare, burrito?

"So, what do we do today?

"Well, I'm running out of vegetables, so I'm going to the pantry to get my rations. I also want honey wine, so I will exchange it for yaki. If there's anything else you want, use the gemstones that Koske took out of the rock."

Gems. Is there a demand for jewelry?

I have not carefully observed the elves in this village, but at least I don't think there were any elves who wore ornaments to stand out. The elders wore some decorations instead of jalajara.

"Of course, there is. Gems can be a magical catalyst, and they can be processed into magical materials and spiritual stones."

"Oh, that sounds fantastic. What exactly are the three of them?

The magical magic only sees the magic of the Spirit of Life that Sylphie cast on me, the magic of recovery that uses it, and the magic of the wind that blew me up as a mob. It's a world of corner magic, so I'd like to spread your knowledge.

"The gems were soaked with magic corresponding to that color. Like the power of fire for red gems, the power of water and ice for blue gems, the power of wind for green gems, the power of earth for yellow gems, the power of light for clear gems, and the power of darkness for dark gems. Using these gems as a magic catalyst increases the power of magic."

That's how Sylphie showed me her bracelet. Silfi's bracelet contains blue gems, green gems, and transparent gems that shine on it.

"My bracelet acts as a catalyst for the magic of wind, water, and light. You can use magic without it, but with less magic, you can use powerful magic."

Hmm, something like an amplifier.

It must have the effect of making certain magic stronger. Nice magic. I think it would be interesting if I could use it.

"The ability to act as a catalyst is also applied to magical instruments as it is. I'm not a craftsman, so I don't know the details, but they say that jewelry is an absolute necessity for magic tools."

"I see. So, what is a Spirit Stone?

"The gems contain the Spirit along with magic. In other words, it's like a temporary home for spirits. Spirits are ubiquitous in nature, but depending on the location, the power of a particular spirit is weak or, in some cases, absent at all. There are no spirits of wind or light in the dark caves that cannot pass through the wind, and no spirits of water in the wilderness that has withered. Of course, then you can't use the corresponding Spirit Magic."

"Well, if you have the Spirit Stone of Wind and Light, you can use the Spirit Magic of Wind and Light in your cave."

"That's what I'm talking about. You can also use powerful spiritual magic in exchange for spiritual stones."

"You have romance."

It's exactly like a man's romance, like a powerful blow at the price of a product that can be used as a constant product. Look, I'm excited about the famous free scenario RPG fa ◯ nalstrike and that kind of romantic cannon.

"That means jewelry is like a strategic asset to an elf."

I see. If we throw away five Spirit Stones, we could kick off an army of 100 men. "

"What? That's amazing."

A little tactical weapon. That would be worth it. It's a little unimaginable to be able to defeat 100 people in five. A weapon that can defeat 100 people in five rounds is not the level of a portable weapon. Five shells in a tank won't kill 100 people. It's already at the level of ship gunfire and aerial bombardment.

"Incidentally, what kind of phenomenon happens...?

"If the Spirit of Fire is a stone, the superior Spirit of Fire will appear and wreak havoc on the enemy team. There is a sea of fire all around. A Wind Spirit Stone will attract tornadoes and lightning strikes from the upper spirits of the wind. You want to hear about the other spirits?

"No, enough."

It was well understood that a catastrophic event would happen. Spirit stones of other attributes must also be rocky.

"The great wilderness of Omit stretches out of the black forest."

Yeah?

I leaned my neck in spite of Sylvie's sudden talk.

"There used to be a country on that land called the Kingdom of Omit. It's a vast wasteland now. Was it because of the anomaly in the Spiritual Power that the land was desolate?

I didn't want to hear that.

Omit, how long is it on foot to get out of the wilderness? How many Spirit Stones did you use to make such vast land wasteland? Actually, the elves are really bad guys.

"Um... I missed the point. So, what do we do when we're done with rations and bartering?

"I would like to introduce you to the evacuees of the Kingdom of Merinard. I have revealed to the elders that you are a rare person. I don't need to hide from you as soon as possible, so I'll explain the situation, including your abilities, and talk about building a barrier."

I see.

I'll think about it a little bit. I was restricting my ability to disclose to Sylvie. For some reason, I didn't know what Sylvie was coming at me for. I had a sense of danger enough to be alert to the Japanese who were peacefully bogged down by the boulders without revealing their purpose.

But now Sylvie has revealed the purpose to me. I can say that I solved the question of why I approached rapidly and tried to envelop me until I had a physical relationship. And I don't think I'd be stingy to help Sylvie.

He wants to reward her for her readiness to devote herself to her purpose. No, to be honest, you're in love with her. There's nothing I can do about it. She's beautiful, and she's my type. Some of them are cute, and I would like to support them even if I only think about the situation. Besides, it's better to have a bigger goal in life.

"After all, I don't think it's a good idea from a security point of view to release everything I can to the refugees."

"Mm, what's going on?"

Sylphie had a drink of tea after dinner, and she had a faint expression. Perhaps the Melinard kingdom asylum seekers will use that information to hurt me.

"I don't think the refugees will do anything to me directly. But is Sylphie going to take back the kingdom of Merinard? Then the opponent is not just a monster, but a human. In the future, I will almost certainly help Sylvie with much of what he does. I don't mean to be complacent, but I think it will contribute to what Sylvie wants to do on that level that I can't do without."

"... is Koske my weakness?"

Seriously saying so, Sylvie leaned down and stroked the thin jaw. After a moment of reflection, I looked up and stared straight into my eyes.

"No problem. All I have to do is stay with Koske all the time. My neighbor is safer for Koske than anywhere else."

"No, I'm super handsome."

How inertial of me to say that I am the weakest. I want to enter if there is a hole.

"Fufu, I don't know what you mean by" cum cum ", but I know you're being praised. Come on, let's move. I'm busy today."

"Eye Mom"

Having finished our after-dinner tea, we left Silfi's house behind. I haven't made lunch today. Sylvie says he's eating out today.

This is the warehouse in the village.

I can't do it.

The warehouse was in the corner of the craftsman's quarters. I don't know how many elves live in the village, but it seems too big.

"It seems to be remnants of a time when we were dealing with humans. I don't know much about it either."

I see.

When Omit was fighting to turn the Great Wilderness into a literal wilderness, this town was probably bigger. With that in mind, I arrived behind Silfi and saw how many armed elves were in charge of the warehouse. Refugee measures?

"Morning, Sylvie. And a slave to rumors."

It was the elf of an expressionless man who approached the warehouse and greeted us. Not only Sylphie, but also me, but unlike the elf soldiers who threw me in the square, I don't feel hostile.

"Oh, I'd like to get supplies and exchanges. The recipients had fewer vegetables, so I bought all the vegetables except for the Deacon."

"Ah, let's get you ready. What's an exchange?

"Eight beers in barrels, and eight sacks of grain flour. Four salts in a pot."

That's a lot of money.

"To the people. Give me a rock."

Yes, sir.

Sylphie watched me, so I pulled my guts out of the inventory and put the body of the yak on the warehouse floor just to cool it down in the river. Beshat sounded because the fur was still wet. Then they take out the wooden dishes and place the mined gems on them in pieces. Looking at the gemstone's raw stone, the elf of a man with no expression was wide open.

"Oh, my God, what kind of magic did you use with so many gemstones... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Fufu, this is something you can use. So, is this enough for the exchange?

Sylphie turned her chest against her face. No, my master, who boasts of slavery, is cute.

"That's too much. Not many good stones have come in lately. The craftsmen will all want stones."

I see. Then give me O'Neill, Garlicke and Pepper. A lot. "

"Okay."

The elves enter the warehouse and bring a bag of grain and a barrel of barrels. I put them in the inventory at best. Probably going to behave like a refugee.

"All right, let's go, Koske. I'll see you later."

Ah.

The warehouseman's elves escorted him to the refugees' quarters. As far as I'm concerned, it's just bitter memories, scary memories... but what happens now?