Survival in Another World With My Master

"It's a face of sleep deprivation anyway. It's filthy."

"Because it's not. Because it's not a lack of sleep that looks like that."

The next morning, Mr. Aquawil disengaged me as I was face-to-face. No, it's not. I didn't just sit around late or anything, it was just a gunshot from a golem turret that got me sleepless. This needs improvement. Hmm, maybe I'll put on a suppressor or refine the barrel. Power is overkill anyway, and it may be ants who kill a little of their range and power to ensure silence.

"I mean, it was supposed to be hard, but you're not sleepy, are you?

"There was plenty of water. I used spiritual magic to make a membrane of water to cover the dormitory."

"Mr. Aquawil is a wise man....."

We naturally have an infinite source of water at this gathering site, so Aquawil is right about getting as much water as he wants. I think making a soundproofing film with that water is a very smart way to deal with it. It's a little rough, or I don't feel like a force technique, but I don't have the right to say such a thing to myself when I'm sleepless without thinking of surrounding myself with another wall.

"So, do you devour idleness?

"No, I don't think I'm sleepy enough, but I'm not."

In the meantime, get dressed and messed up. If you wash your face and eat mesh, your head will feel dry.

As a matter of fact, Harpy and the others seem to be racially short sleepers, so it doesn't seem too painful. Grande and the demon daughters slept through the bustle of gunfire last night, so I was the only one who felt sleepless.

"Now, I'm going to supervise your work today. I have nothing else to do."

"Well, then, I'm sure you'll want to see something nice."

Mr. Aquawil's expression was really cold. What happens if you show me what's good? But that's a strange expression. It's going to take some time to get along.

"Now, let's have breakfast. Which would you prefer, Mr. Aquawil, light or heavy breakfast? I'll give you winners and bacon if you like."

"Salty meat has been a little bitter since morning."

Well then, let's light it up.

In the meantime, there is nothing to be ignored and perhaps we are moving forward because we normally respond to these casual conversations. Let's go with patience.

It's gathering time when breakfast is finished. First, the rock rolling around the collection base is turned into material from one end.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Running around the slope with a Mithrilluhashi in hand. Unless it's big enough, the rock disappears in one stroke, so the work proceeds very temporarily.

Same as always.

That's right.

"I can't get used to it no matter how many times I watch it."

The demon daughters are slowly following me. I'm running around crushing rocks, but the moment I shake them, my legs stop, and I crush scattered rocks from one end, so the speed of travel is not the same as the speed at which they walk. They have big bodies and long legs.

"I'll dig when I've cleared up some of the area."

"Yes, yes, voluntarily. Don't dig up any big stupid worms or weird monster nests from the bottom of the earth."

"I'm scared. Is that what you're doing?

It's my first time hearing about it.

"... what a strange sight. It feels like it's being transformed into something magical."

I feel the same way.

"It's what Mr. Koske does."

That's why Gerda is smiling and watching Koske, the man who is waving his legs in the distance.

I hear that the shiny Tsuruhashi is made of total mythrill and is using magic stones as big as a fist to cast a curse. That means it's worth it enough for the country to tilt with one stick. It seems that the man has many other such things.

"You're a really weird guy."

Looking at the tool given to me by him, "Sogan Kiyoshi", I unexpectedly exhaled. This is also a mysterious tool. According to his story, it is called "Kogakuki", which was made by combining "renjin" and "konjikuki", which was specially processed into crystals, but I don't know how it works at all. I don't know, but it's a wonderful and fun tool that looks big when you peek. With these tools, you'll be able to see downtown from the castle balcony. I want you to be honest with me. But I don't want to receive charity from that man.

"This is an interesting tool."

Levi Ella also seems to like this tool, and has been enjoying the view not only from Koske, but also from everywhere. Using this tool, it looks like a small bird stopped in a distant branch of a tree. Some birds aren't seen in Merynesburg, so it's fun.

I'll ask Mr. Koske later if he can give it to me.

That's what Gerda said with a smile, but you'll lose any gratitude for giving away such a rare tool.

"No, I'll ask you directly. It's okay."

Got it!

Can we use this to see more of the omelets and the ranicles? With that in mind, today I turned to the Omicru, which looks big to the other side of the sky, but it didn't look very different. Ugh, I'm sorry.

"When you look at the omelette, it doesn't seem to change much."

It seems that Levi Era, who noticed that I was watching Omikuru, had the same cancer against Omikuru today, but still seems to have the same feeling as me.

"That's right. It looks a little better than it looks directly, but it doesn't change much."

"Mr. Koske might be able to make you a good candidate for Omikuru today."

I was stunned by the faint words of Gerda. Certainly, if that man is the one who makes these things easier, it may be possible to make them.

Omicru and ranicru floating behind the top of heaven. It's always in heaven, but it's out of reach, out of sight. You might be able to see things closer, bigger, or perhaps nobody has ever seen before.

"... that's really nice."

However, there is no way you can make such a dramatic offer.

I know it myself. I think it is too wrong for me to put bad feelings on him. Certainly on reason. There is nothing wrong with him. He simply met Sylvie and helped him by responding to Sylvie's wishes, and as a result we were saved.

As for me, who was saved, he was a savior of life, a savior who saved my sister, a savior of the people of the Kingdom of Merinard, and a savior who defeated the Holy King, the enemy of vengeance.

But I can't help but like him. Father who protected us by throwing his own life. I can't like him because he suddenly settled where he belongs.

I don't like Sylphie, Mother and Sisters who easily accept him.

I can't like him because he makes me feel that way.

This is not about reason, it's about emotion. Rationale understands. That he has no compulsion. But I'm sad that my father's existence seems to be despised. There's nothing we can do about it.

Well then, to Mr. Koske...

"No, you don't have to. It's too ambitious, too generous a wish. And I can't even pay for it."

Feeling the elevated mood cooling down all at once, I turned my eyes to him - Koske - without needing to do so today.