Survival in Another World With My Master

The refugee settlements are quite close from the joint warehouse in the craftsman's quarters. It is necessary to pass through the magic field compartment, but the magic field has a three-storey structure like a three-storey parking lot, and the site itself is not so large. While looking sideways at the magical fields that emit bright light, you arrive at a cluttered refugee section without walking long enough.

The ingredients for the refugees' dwellings are quite varied. Something like sun-dried brick, wood planks, fallen wood, tall grass, sturdy cloth... anything that could protect against the rain wind is used. However, all buildings are equally poor. It's obvious that it's the only place where you can sleep.

"Tough."

"Elf's ability to produce is full just to feed them. There are no ingredients or tools to build decent housing. We're trying to build barriers and houses in one place by expanding, but it's hard to get the materials."

The refugees' eyes are on Sylvie and me. My gaze is as harsh as ever. As for Sylphie... I don't know. Fear - no, is it a scary gaze?

"Where are you headed?

"They have a moderator. I intend to grasp the situation first. I need to know what happened to my discussions with the elders."

Walk past the refugees looking around and close to the expansions. Then you can see a slightly larger building made of dried brick. As the building approaches, I hear the children laughing.

"Nursery?

"It's like that."

There were gathered refugee children. Cat ears, dog ears, hummings, lizardman, harpy, lamia, horny, angelic, devilish, monocular... so many different kinds of subhuman children are to be found.

Hmm, the kids are cute.

"What? Is that your hobby?

"No, as a general theory?

Children laughing innocently are unconditional and cute. Don't take a bad look at me.

"Ninja!

"Taken!

"Give it up!

"Nyanshi!

"Shhh!

And the children who found me ran into the building at an incredible speed while scolding me. Very good... what have I done?

"You hate me."

"I'm not bad! The world is bad!

Approaches the building screaming like a useless adult. Then the refugees gathered together to hear the children screaming earlier. Among them comes a man with a healthy wound.

Big. Looks like his right leg is bad and he's dragging a little bit... just like a muscular macho man. He produces two horns from his head, like a bull. Are you a Minotaur beast?

"Princess...."

"Danang, stop calling me that. I don't deserve to be called that."

"No, no matter what Her Highness says, Her Highness is Her Highness. There can't be anyone in the dark who didn't see it coming for us."

A big man kneels in front of Sylvie and hangs his head. Is it a thank-you?

Even so, it's an expression that stimulates the inner two hearts, such as wrapping up the darkness. Unlike other white elves, it seems to have something to do with Sylvie's brown skin.

"Stubborn... well, good. I'm here to talk about anti-gizma measures. Gather those who were the Lord and prepare a place."

Ha!

A big man named Da Nang stood up and looked at us for a moment and left. I suppose a stabbing gaze means exactly that. I almost got a chicken.

Master, I'm afraid of him.

"Danang was humiliated and killed by a human before he fled to the Black Forest, and lost two children in the great wilderness of Omit."

"Oh... Hevy"

That would be an amazing resentment against humans. Hmm, is Sylvie the only one behind this? Fighting gizmas is on the stage. Can you get rid of it from behind? I mean, I'm worried about Sylvie's position surrounding me.

"Are you okay with me? You have a position."

"Well, I don't know. I'm sure you'll be all right if I tell you, but you better do what you can. But I will never abandon you. Just remember that."

"Okay. I won't abandon Sylvie either."

"Fufu, I'm so glad."

Silfi smiles softly and naturally. The refugees around me opened their eyes to the look of Sylvie. A woman with a single eye and her big eyes are so wide open that she seems to have zero eyes. Yeah, maybe not for me, but it's a big deal for someone who's seen Sylvie all the time. Very well.

"Well, gentlemen! I've got firewood and food! We may not all be hungry... but there should be enough to get around. Give me a hand!

Sylphie's looking at me. Yes, yes, yes.

I took out a bag of grain flour and a pot of salt as I was told. Regardless of the bags of grain flour, I don't know how to put the pot on the ground.

Hoi

Eh?

"Please."

Oh, oh.

This one too.

"Hya!?

This, too.

……

So I gave it to the nearby refugees one after the other. Hand over baskets and bags of flavoured vegetables to nearby refugees.

"Can I get firewood out of here?

"Oh, do it. Gizma meat, too."

"I can't put it on the ground, Master."

That's true too. How about setting up a cooking table?

Master, you're smart.

Nails and wood are in the inventory so you can craft as quickly as a table. Mass craft large wooden desks from the craft menu.

"How about this?

"Isn't it bad?

The table had several designs, but the top plate was made into a single plate. This will also make powder. Install a larger and larger table.

"Is it okay to put the gizzard meat directly on top of this? Don't you get dirty with sand and dust?

"That's right... do you want to build a windscreen wall?

"You're exaggerating... why not mass-produce crates?"

"You look familiar. Do it."

"Eye Mom"

Now we're going to mass produce a wooden box the size of a hug. There's not much wood per piece, but it's a lot to consume because of the number. We have to go logging again.

"How about this?"

"Isn't that nice?

Take out one of the wooden boxes and touch the interior to make sure there are no debris. Looks like it's okay. So I'm going to put the gizzard meat in a wooden box... but what is this? Raw crab meat? Or shrimp? It is white and slightly transparent and plump. Yeah, the image is huge shrimp. Sylphie peeks into the meat in the crate from the side.

"I still don't know where it is. I don't think it's like gizma meat."

"You should eat."

I see.

Remove the box and stuff the gizzard meat. While taking out the box and packing the gizzard meat... the number of boxes exceeded ten. Thirteen. It may not be a big deal if we split it it between 300 people, but I have enough grain flour and I'll have to have my stomach inflated there.

The rest is firewood.

Remove firewood from the inventory and stack it up. How long have you been here? Do you want to leave a little more of it? If there is any excess, you can use it for something.

"How about this?"

"Hmm, this is what it looks like. What are you doing here? Start cooking. Let the children eat."

The refugees, who were stunned by Sylvie, began to move in a hurry. Carry a wooden box with tables and gizzard meat, bring stones, make an instant mold, magically add water to the grain flour from the bag, and start kneading it on the cooking table. Cookware such as pots seems to have come from each house. A pot, a pot. It seems convenient at times like this if you have a large pot and an iron plate. I'll make it when I can afford it.

"Princess!

Da Nang brought back some of the most prominent refugees, but in a very short period of time he lost his words to a radically different landscape. That's right, if it's just enough to start cooking there, we'll have a good time.

"It will take some time for us to eat. In the meantime, we can talk."

"Hey, what's this?

"I want to do what I can. It has a little to do with what we're going to talk about. Let's talk in that corner. Koske, can you make a chair?

"Ah, that's close. Wait a minute."

I'm glad you left some wood! It would be a chair like a lightweight stool of ingredients, but it would be better than sitting on the floor or standing still. It is placed in a slightly open area that is crispy and becomes a meeting place while walking. The number is five equal to the number of people. I didn't make my share. I'm Sylvie's slave. It's not a good idea to sit with Sylvie and Da Nang as if they were equal.

Da Nang and the others seem to be facing a chair that appears suddenly.

"Koske, you're out of chairs."

"I can't sit down as your master's faithful slave."

"Hmm... that's an order, put down your chair."

"Hmm... well, if that's what your husband says..."

Make your own stool and sit behind Silfi diagonally to the right. It's my message that I'm not going to make a scene. Da Nang and I, who were watching Silfi's conversation, seemed to be confused. I don't know what that is.

"... well, that's good. Nothing else, I'm thinking of discussing the gizma today. The elders called you yesterday, didn't they? I want to arrange information."

"Ha, choose between running deep into the woods from the elders of the village of Elves or staying in the village of Elves and fighting. I was also told that even if I stayed in the village, I would still be able to put my children in the walls."

"Shit, those beavers. You're still not going to release the Spirit Stone."

Sylphie groans in disgust.

I see, if you use Spirit Stones that can definitely repel an army of 100 people in five, the Gizma raid will be easily bounced back. But the elders in the village are not going to do that.

It's not that mean. Probably can't afford to stockpile Spirit Stones. He said that the stones in the joint warehouse were unusual. I don't know how long Elf's "I haven't seen him in a while" will last, but I'm sure he's been pushing the stock of Spirit Stones for a long time.

The emergency that the elders are looking at is not such as a gizma attack. Well, I suppose you're alert to the Holy King's invasion. The opponent is a big country that divides the continent. If we conquer the Black Forest, we can't imagine how much strength we're sending. No matter how much you have, you won't be overequipped.

Sylvie seems angry, but Da Nang and the others don't seem to be so angry. Out of the question, maybe they're more convinced of this than I am of the Holy Kingdoms and the Kingdom of Merinard. On the contrary, it is more surprising that Sylvie is indignant.

But now I'm an observer. In the middle of the public arena, I'm the slave here, and I'm questioning your husband.

"Well, they're good. Did he say anything else?

"As long as the walls were built in time..."

"I see. The same story we heard... Koske is the key to the construction of the Wall."

Sylphie looks back at me, and Da Nang's eyes are focused on me so they can catch me. Hmm, I don't feel as hostile as before, but don't get annoyed when you get noticed.

"Let me introduce you. This man is Koske. It's supposed to be my slave, but I gave my manipulation to this man. Therefore, I am the master and wife of this man."

"Ha...!?

"Princess!?

Sylphie drops an extra-large bomb without warning. Looks like Sylvie likes the style of making an impact first, upsetting the opponent, and advancing advantageously while confused.

"Calm down, Koske is not a normal person."

"Sure, it seems to use strange forces."

"But the man is human."

"That's right, human. But this world, it's not about Reese. Koske is a rare visitor from another world."

Silence came to the scene with Sylvie's remarks, and the voice of the refugees cooking sounded strangely. And all of a sudden, my gaze turned towards me, and I saw something stinky. Yeah, that's right! That's what happens when I'm in your place!

"You can't believe this all of a sudden. Because I couldn't speak many words with me and be sure until I saw that mysterious ability."

"With all due respect, Your Highness, may the Princess be deceived by this man?"

"I can only see ordinary people everywhere."

"I don't feel any magic."

I don't think I have any arms.

It's full bocco as much as I want to say. Yeah, I think so, too. It's true you don't have the strength! The most I can do is make disgusting moves!

"I know you can't believe Koske. But first, I want you to believe me who believes in Koske. And the distrust of Koske dodges him and his words, and I want you to see the power and clear it up."

With all their sincerity, it seems that Da Nang and Silfi are no longer able to say anything. But if Sylphie says so much, it seems that the gaze on me has included not only suspicion, but also interest.

"Let's introduce ourselves to each other first. Koske"

"Oh, how far do we go?

"Everything."

Sylphie looks straight at me and says so.

Honestly, I don't feel well. I don't feel comfortable, but not following Sylvie's words here means I don't trust Sylvie's words, which I said to protect me.

I don't want to, but I can't betray Sylvie.

"... I'll introduce myself again. It's Koske. You may not believe it, but he's not from this world. Just a few days ago, I found myself thrown into the wilderness and forest. Then my husband picked me up in the woods to live. It's hard to explain my power in one word... but the main thing is that I can make a lot of things in a short time with just the ingredients. You can carry a lot of other supplies by hand, or you can move a little out of the ordinary. But I am the man who has lived in a world that has nothing to do with killing each other. I think the direct push is less than usual. This is the place....."

The gaze on me is as suspicious as ever.

"Sylphie owes me for saving my life and protecting me. I want to repay the favor. I will do everything I can to help Sylvie. That's all I can say."

Too many words make it sound like a lie. That's the limit, I guess. Well, how's it going?