Survival in Another World With My Master

The next day I went home for dinner and had a nice time.

When I woke up, Sylvie just next door stared me in the face. You have a smile on your mouth, and you have very gentle eyes. A happy face would mean something like this.

Morning, Sylvie.

"Morning, Koske. Koske's sleeping face is cute. You can watch as much as you want."

"As long as you're ashamed. But I think Sylvie is next door so I can relax."

I can't help but sleep on my face. But you won't be exposed to stupid sleep in a situation where you won't be alarmed by the boulders. I think it's because Sylvie is next door that I can expose my face to what Sylvie calls "cute."

"Come on, let's get up. I will deliver it to the joint warehouse today. Then it's free time."

"The grande comes at lunch or in the evening, so I have to eat lunch and dinner at home."

"That's right... hmm. Let's go for a walk in the woods around the village when we finish delivering to the joint warehouse."

"Well, sometimes it's not bad to bathe in the forest."

Even so, the woods around here are dangerous. I usually use a reservoir like a wolf and lizard divided by two. He's scared. Keep your gear in place.

We both take a bath in the backyard to wash away last night's debris and have breakfast. There's no hurry, so it's time for the two of you to stand in the kitchen side by side and cook.

"Can you make a craft easily?

"Sometimes it's not so bad to make it normally."

I see. There's plenty of time. "

Today's menu is fried bread, meat and vegetables, nectar and milk from the inventory. The origin of this milk is, of course, an ordinary cow. Never make a mistake because it is not a cow beast lady's.

"Hmm, this sweet and spicy feeling suits the bread."

"The spices are creepy in this flavor. Koske's abilities are convenient, but sometimes this is good, isn't it?

I see. Cooking in a craft is convenient and quick and delicious, but I like the warmth of Sylphie's cooking... "

I see.

Sylphie is staring at me with a smile on my face. It's a little hard to eat if you can see it so much, but if Sylphie is happy, why not?

"Hey, it's been a while."

We finished breakfast, got dressed and headed to the joint warehouse, where the warehouseman's elf called out to us. You used to be the warehouse keeper's elf. Does it happen to be the same, or is the warehouse number in production... maybe the latter.

"Oh, it's been a long time. The elders may be talking to us, but this time it's not a personal delivery, but a reward from the Liberation Army to the Elves."

"Okay, I'll keep a good record. Now, please come this way."

The warehouse number placed a bag of gemstones on the large platform pointed out by the elf. Raw gemstones used as raw materials for Spirit Stones are equal to strategic supplies for Elves.

Spirit stones made by processing gems perform functions like amplifiers that improve output when using Spirit Magic, and collapse events released by running away the power of Spirit Stones exert enough destructive power to repaint the terrain. Naturally, I will throw away the Spirit Stone, but if I make up for it in numbers, it would be possible to destroy the army in a small number.

"Is this... all gemstones? I don't think we need to worry about Spirit Stones for the next few hundred years."

"Aggregation will be difficult, but I'll leave it to you. There's more."

"Do you still have it? Alerter, I'm sorry, but I need your help!

"Yes, it's been a long time."

The elf of a woman who had chosen her own clothes also appeared from behind the joint warehouse. Then, from the top of the delivery desk, a bag containing gems was brought into the back of the joint warehouse.

"What else are you delivering?

"Metals and ores. Koske"

Ah.

Place refined iron and steel, copper and silver, as well as magic iron, magic steel, and mythrill ingots on the table.

"I've forgotten this... so I guess I won't have to go mining with Mills for a while."

"There's some raw ore."

"No, the quality is good, and the refined metal is better? I don't like the space."

I nodded as I turned to Silfi, so I kept the raw metal ore in my inventory. I'll refine it later in the backyard of Silfi's house. Once you've set the ingredients and fuel and booked the craft, it's easy to leave it behind.

"This is the place for now. I think the deal will resume later through the Fort of the Great Wilderness."

"Really? I'm glad about that. It would be helpful to be able to handle hard-to-get items again in the village."

"It would be helpful if you could put together what you're looking for."

"Okay, I'll write it down."

The warehouseman's elf nodded with a smile. That's almost the end of my work as a Liberation Army. Later, I felt like I would relax in the village and see if there was anything I could do to support the PLA. The Elves were originally self-sufficient only in this village, and they weren't supposed to be short of defense, so the Liberation Army didn't seem to be very helpful.

We bid farewell to the male elf on the warehouse watch and head for the entrance to the village.

"Well, there's no trick in just taking a walk. Looking for something?

I guess so. Looking for the grace of the forest while logging appropriately, would you be prepared to catch it if there were prey? I don't think it's a bad idea to walk slowly. "

"Really? Yeah, I guess so."

Let's do it.

Regardless of Sylvie, I'm not such a tight exploration gear. I'm just wearing an elf-style ethnic costume, I'm not equipped with leather armor, and I'm not wearing a helmet. There are various weapons and collectibles registered in the shortcuts.

Silfi says she dresses as usual. Black-leather rider suit-like leather suit with pale moon at left waist. It is equipped with two knives crossed at the back of the waist and lowered to the revolver at the right waist. The clumsiness around my waist is incredible.

"Oh, my God, look at people's hips."

"No, I'm glad you kept what I made."

"Fufu, obviously. Koske made it for me, and it's enough to keep me alive. I always wear it when I leave the house."

"I'm glad to hear that. Shall we rebuild Kukri with Mithrill?

"No, that's fine. Mythrill weapons are great, but steel weapons have the virtues of steel weapons."

"Is that what it is?"

"That's what it is. Sometimes you throw a weapon? If it's made of a mythrill, you can't throw it easily, right?

"I'll make it again then, but when they say so, yes."

A weapon made of Mithrill is very expensive. I can make as much as I want, so I don't care if Silfi throws it and loses it, but if I throw it, it won't work either. The person who accidentally picked up the Mythrill Kukri knife that flew somewhere would be surprised.

That's why we spent a relaxing stroll through the woods, logging trees and picking wild strawberries.

It should be noted that I never encountered large animals or monsters in particular. After all, they don't seem to get too close to the village of the elves. I saw birds and squirrel-like little animals.

When I returned home for lunch, I moved on to figurative time.

No, it's healthy to call it a figurine. Sitting and chatting side by side in a wooden bench, getting Sylvie to put her lap pillow on, and conversely, I combed her long hair with a comb. I haven't had time lately to gently develop love like this. No matter how many friends Sylphie and I fall in love with, there's no trick in just having a pelopelotchurch every time.

Besides, the fact that Grande didn't come at noon is likely to come in the evening. It would be somewhat awkward to meet Grande and do that until just before.

"It's nice to spend some time like this... I don't know how long I've felt so calm."

"Sylphie's always been too careful. If you think of your age, why don't you sweeten it more?

"It's kind of more complicated for a younger Koske to say that than I am."

"Sure, I'm younger in age, but given my elf's lifespan, Sylvie's still a kid. I'm an adult enough to be human."

"Fufu, that's right. Well, let's say it's a lot sweeter when you're alone with Koske. Would you like me to give you a lap pillow in the morning?

Of course.

When I came to the edge of the bench and slapped my knee, Sylvie put her head on my lap with a happy face. As he stroked his head, Silfi narrowed his eyes like a cat and looked pleasant. Fufufu, no, love. But Silfi is more like a big dog than a cat. When I relax, it looks a little bit like a pussy or a husky.

"Silfi's hair is beautiful. It feels so good just touching it with a glitter."

"Really? I'm glad you said that--"

Gyaooooooooo!! (Where's the bastard who took my daughter? Oraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

I heard an incredible roar and a sub voice.

Gyaaaaaaaa!? (Father, stop!?

Subsequently, I heard familiar sounds and sub sounds.

"GURRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

"Gyaaaaaaa!"

Grraaaaaaaaaaaa!!! I want a drink!

More roars and subvoices followed.

"Koske?"

Looks like a customer.

I looked up at the ceiling and exhaled heavily. How many of them are coming?