For once, Firo had my cape woven and put his face on the weapons store.
"Oh, Anne."
My dad waves just to say he was waiting for me to come.
"Anything wrong?
"Ouch. Wait a minute."
That said, the arms dealer's father closes the store once and leads us.
Then we got to that magician who gave us the magic book.
"Oh."
The magician's aunt greets her with a smile on her face with her weapon shop father.
"Can you come to the back of the store for a second?
"Oh, Philo, don't be real until I give you permission."
"Yes."
Behind the magician, there was a room that smelled like life and a room that looked like a workplace.
We were guided to a studio-like room.
The ceiling is slightly higher, about 3m.
The floor is written with demonic cubes, with crystals sitting in the middle.
"I'm sorry, I'm working on it, so it's a little narrow"
"No... more than that, is this kid's clothes for sale here?
"Ask someone you know first thing in the morning, and they'll tell you that the magician's aunt has something good."
"Yes, it is."
Auntie takes off the crystal and puts a machine-like tool with an old design on the pedestal. Was it a yarn roller? Arr that comes out with fairy tales like Sleep Princess or something.
"Is that child really a demon?
"Oh, so when I get back to who I really am, I can break my clothes. Feelo, get back on track."
It would be okay to put it back where it really is here.
"Yeah."
Philo nods cocklessly when I give the instructions, removing his cape and returning to his original appearance.
"Oh, well."
The magician's aunt looks up at Phyllo, who has returned to the figure of Philorial Queen, in amazement.
"Is this okay?
What a different sight because your voice remains Filo.
I also promised when I came to the fantasy world that conversations would be established with such creatures...
Look toward Raftaria.
"What is it?
"No."
Speaking of which, Raftaria is also a subhuman.
On second thought, he could have been a very excited opponent from me when I was feeling romantic.
In that sense, that reaction of Yuenkang also goes hand in hand. It's the earliest story from me right now.
"Then I guess I'll make some clothes."
"Can you make it? There's clothes that you can't tear if you transform."
"Hey...... technically I don't know if I can call it clothes though"
"What?"
"What might the brave man look like to me?
"Magician...... witchy"
"That's right. So I have some knowledge of transformation."
I can't understand the common sense of this world right now... but the witch I know can certainly turn into an animal or something.
"Well, turning into an animal generally involves cumbersome procedures, a lot of magic, and risks. Wearing clothes every time a transformation can be solved, isn't it?
Hmm? I hear you can do a transformation if you're a wizard or something.
The aunt answers as she mocks the wooden tools for sewing.
From what I've seen, I say in my world, close to the machine.
"It's good if you can get it back in your own house or something, but if you can solve a transformation in a strange place, that's the hard part, right?"
"Well, you are."
Mostly clothes or something. That's what stands out when you're walking naked.
"So as if it's okay to transform, there are clothes that correspond to it, and when the transformation is solved, there are convenient clothes to wear."
"I see."
It makes sense. Are you wearing clothes that disappear during the transformation and when the transformation is solved?
"It's a technology that can also be passed on to some of the subhumans who fall into the demonic category. Famous places like vampire capes."
Uh... I did see it in an old movie about turning into a bat, turning into a wolf. Are you in this world too?
"So, this is the yarn winder that makes the ingredients for that garment."
"Heh... what logic transforms you into clothes?
"Strictly speaking, it's hard to say that clothes... are the exact power to make them look like clothes."
I lean my neck against the magician's aunt's reply.
What's that supposed to mean?
"This tool is a tool that turns magic into yarn, and the owner can turn it into yarn or magic at any time."
To put it plainly, when you're human, you can turn magic into a thread.
"Oh, you know what?"
Somehow I understand with my father's supplement at the weapons store.
Surely it may be hard to say clothes. When you are not human, you become a shapeless magic, circulating in the body of the possessor, and when you are human, you become a form of clothing.
"Well, maybe you're Feelo? Turn the handle of this tool slowly."
"Yeah."
Phyllo starts turning the handle of the thread winder.
Soon the yarn comes out and my aunt brackets it on the spinning stick at the end of the yarn winder. Then the yarn gathers there and becomes a yarn roll.
"Is that it? It feels like I'm losing my strength."
"I'm turning magic into yarn. You must be tired. But try harder, it's not enough to make clothes."
"Ugh... it's not funny"
... I guess it's because I'm a child in essence. Less than a week old.
Phyllo is turning the yarn winder with the kyorokyoro while turning the ache or the koch.
"Be patient, I'll keep my word when it's over"
"Gohan? Something tasty?
"Oh."
I'm a man who keeps his word. That's what Philo promised me he'd have some delicious food later.
"Good luck then!
Gürgül and Filo turned the yarn winder.
"Wow, good luck with that"
My aunt seems to be surprised at the speed.
"Dad the arms dealer, you had an appointment, too. Are you free after this?
"I left a note at the store when it closed until after noon. Anne, are you going to luxury me with something?
"That's the place. Can we get a big iron plate or something?
"Hmm? What do you use that stuff for?
"Use it for cooking."
"Is that Anne's hand cooking? It's not what I was expecting."
"What the fuck?"
I'm a little muddled by my disappointed looking father.
"Well, I hope so."
"Then Raftalia, buy me charcoal on the market, vegetables and meat as appropriate, for about five people, considering Filo's appetite"
"Okay."
Hand over the silver coins and make Raftalia go shopping.
"Gohan - Gohan"
Philo's tension is also high, and the yarn winder turns groovy.
"Maybe it's time. You can stop spinning."
Then a while later, my aunt made me stop spinning.
"Would it be more dinner if I turned it around more?
"It doesn't increase. Don't turn anymore."
"Ha ~ i"
Filo comes back to me in the form of a demon.
"Sashima - Rice"
"Not yet. You're not dressed."
"Er..."
Very unfortunately Firo speaks out. Raftalia hasn't returned yet. No Gohan, no shit.
"When you leave the store, you go back to being people."
"Yes."
Do you really understand that?
"Cloth it later, clothe it and you'll be done."
The magician shows us the yarn he can make.
"You can handle the cloth if you ask someone to weave it."
"He has an affair. Follow me."
"Well, what can I say when the lady who went shopping returns?
"Tell him to wait at the gate where he leaves Castle Town."
"Okay."
At the merchant's father's suggestion, we stay behind the magician.
"I'll get the price from the weapons store later."
"... how much is it going to be?
I'm very concerned, so I'll ask.
"You mean the threading of magic? The crystals are a little pricey, and I'll offer them to the brave men at a cost of 50 pieces of silver."
Cool! How can Phyllo be so rich?
You don't know how much money it costs to put yarn on your clothes from now on!
So, we talked about going to someone who would do the weaving and cloth me with yarn.
"It's a rare material, so it looks like we have to do a lot of things here too... maybe we can do it this evening, so you should go to the western seamstress now and measure the size. I'll deliver it later."
That's why we're going straight to the western maker.
I didn't know it would take this long to get one of your clothes done... that's pretty hard.
"Wow... you're so cute"
The western seamstress had a girl with scarves wrapped around her head as a clerk.
I get a bit of a plain impression. I wonder what it is. If it was my world, I would feel like a child who wrote peer magazines and looked above the average of images like that.
"It has wings and looks like an angel. There's a resemblance to a sub... but it's better than that."
"Really?
My father raised my shoulder when I asked him.
"The feathered subhuman has bird-like traits elsewhere, like feet and hands. But this kid doesn't seem like anything but wings."
"Hmm?"
Feelo tilts his neck and looks up at the girl in the western courtroom.
"Oh, he's a demon. I'm turning into a person. If it's true, it can be broken with normal clothes."
"Heh... then the request is a magic cloth westerner. Funny wow."
Some glasses are shining.
I knew this kid was the type of nerd I was in.
I miss similar acquaintances because they are on the sales side at peer magazine impromptu meetings.
Of course, I was the familiar type because I received a ticket from the child to participate in the circle from time to time.
Heh... you do this kind of work when you're in a different world.
"Because the material is good. Simply a piece or something might be good, but later it would be perfect if you had an accent that was magical but not likely to be affected!
"Heh? Ah, heh?
Measure the filo with the cloak woven in a measure and start designing somehow.
"I want to see you when you demonize me!
Philo looks at me with a troubled face. Yeah, I'm about to get drunk in the air, too.
"You're critical here."
Westerners with only a ceiling height of less than 2m. Then don't hit your head on the ceiling when Phyllo's back on track.
"Sit back?
"Well, that's good."
Feelo returns to his demonic figure, worried about the ceiling, and stares at the girl in the western courtroom.
"Ooh... that's a good gap accent!
I didn't know you wouldn't even move on what Phyllo really looks like... you westerner, you can!
I will definitely have the personality to put my hands on the likes of peer magazines. I'm glad this is a different world.
"Then the ribbon will be a good accent."
Measuring around Phyllo's neck, the westerner began designing clothes.
"Then I'm waiting for the material to arrive!
I can answer some excitement.
"He's a good artisan."
"I guess."
Yeah, that's the type that gets stiff once it's on fire. The work will always be accomplished.
"Tomorrow, it'll be done."
"That's fast. How much more than that, after all? Total."
"If Ann had offered all of them at a cost... there would be a hundred pieces of silver..."
Come on... I can't even see.
"Filo, you know. I've multiplied you with 400 pieces of silver. I'll work for you and get it back."
"Yes!"
Do you really understand that? Out of the western seamstress with Feelo back in the human form.
Anyway, I'm almost done doing this, so I'll rendezvous with Raftaria, who was waiting at the castle gate.
"Dear Naofumi, I bought the ingredients as I was told."
"Firo hung a total of 400 silver coins. Raftalia was cheaper."
"Don't talk like I'm a cheap woman."
Ha... do we have to do this now?
"Then, Father, bring me the iron plate, Filo, you will carry the luggage truck in front of the weapons store."
"Yeah!"
"Ouch."
Filo went with Totetote and his weapon shop father, and after a while he pulled his luggage and came home.
... I wonder why you pull it off like a person.
There's an iron plate in my imaginary range in the luggage truck.
"All right, then, let's get out of the castle and go to the river plain over the meadow."
That's how we arrived in Kawahara.
I quickly pack a stone, place an iron plate, lay charcoal underneath, and then light a fire.
"Raftalia and my father will take care of the fire."
"Oh, oh..."
"Yes."
He's the father of a weapons dealer. Fire management is supposed to be a treat.
"What about Firo?
"You are... keep an eye out for balloons coming up"
"Yes!"
I'll let you do another job because if you work your curiosity weirdly and you join Filo, it's going to fail.
I cut the vegetables and meat that Raftalia sourced with a knife to a moderate size, while keeping the iron skewers through.
"Charcoal's ready, Anne."
"Oh."
My father and Raftalia heated the iron plate as instructed, so I put fat meat on the iron plate first to seep the oil.
Then sprinkle the vegetables and meat, and cook and roll the stab on the iron skewer over a direct heat in the corner.
"Anne, you're clever."
Flip over to avoid burning meat or vegetables using a working knife or wooden stick.
"Well, this is the place."
Yes, barbecue in Kawahara is the reward for lunch today and for Phyllo.
"Filo, we got it."
"Yes."
Feelo, who was already coveted by the smell, comes and uses the fork I gave him to eat meat.
"Wow! It's delicious!
Pak Pak and Phyllo throw roasted meat and vegetables into their mouths.
"Cora, don't eat them all because they have everyone's share."
"Huh."
Feelo nodding with cheeks.
Do you really understand that?
"That's why. Eat Raftaria and Dad, too."
"Yes."
"Ouch."
Raftaria and my dad start eating the meat and vegetables I bake too with the leaves I give them on a small plate.
"Oh, this is delicious. I'm surprised that just roasted meat tastes so good"
"For some reason, the dishes made by Naofumi are wonderful and delicious."
"I'll take it as a compliment"
"Don't flatter me. Isn't this the dimension of the store opening?
My father follows the dish as he leans his neck.
"I guess it's the culinary skills acquired that can be considered as a reason."
"The power of the shield?
"That's the place."
Earlier, in the corner of my sight,
BBQ is ready. Quality, Good - Fine
And the changing icons are coming out uncut.
"It's a strange shield. I'm really jealous of you."
"I can't take it off, it's pretty inconvenient."
It's not offensive...
Yes, the exclusive effect of the Beanie Dollar Shield, the Needle Shield, has the counter-system effect of bouncing back some of the attacks that the enemy tried to inflict on me.
But this... if you're not the retarded demon opponent of a balloon or something, chances are you'll get away with it by the time you knock it down.
Even demons run away when they realize just how unfavourable it is.
The smart guy is troublesome because he ignores me and goes for Raftalia.
"Isn't Anne getting a lot stronger, too?
"Compared to other brave men, I don't know."
"I know, but what power does a legendary weapon have?
"Right... my rule of thumb, okay?
"Oh."
"Bye -"
With so many skills, it seems like the legendary weapon has the power to do more than the crowd.
Moreover, if I release my abilities, I will be granted my status cumulatively.
Monsters, materials, levels, shields connected to trees, etc. can be changed and equipped if multiple conditions are met.
And if you equip your shield to free up your abilities, you get permanent effects, except for dedicated effects.
Even weak shields can maintain a lot of defense as long as you liberate them.
Equipment bonuses are taken over, so the skill is activated without having to be a different shield, and more shields are not used after liberation.
It can be seen as a single number of how much was granted to the status. My overall status is higher than that of Raftalia. I guess it means a brave man around the corner.
Especially if you just look at defense, it's more than triple. In addition to this, the permanent effect of the release of the shield is added.
I can't say it all because I haven't given Raftalia any good protective gear that he's not originally attacked, but his potential as a brave shield still focuses on his defense. At that price, they have less than a tenth of the attack power.
I guess the difference between the inhabitants of this world and the brave is due to the grant effect of this shield.
Otherwise, I'm no different from the species and monsters that highlight defense.
If we see that a brave man is formed by the correction of a legendary weapon, the difference between a brave man and a normal man still aggregates on the weapon.
Hate, but this shield must make the braves, including me, special.
It even affects fellow braves.
By the shield of slavers Raftaria is superior in ability to ordinary subpeople, and to Filo, many parts of the country have surpassed Raftaria even though the LV has not yet been caught up.
I don't know how effective the growth correction is, but it seems to be multiplied by considerable correction.
I was a shield for slavers and a shield for demons, but assuming there was something like a shield for my people or a shield for my friends, it would have affected me.
In other words, the existence of companionship is essential for the brave.
- You're one of us... you're the farthest away from me.
"I see... is it true that brave men have different roots than ordinary people?"
"I guess so"
Throughout the world, let weapons suck on a variety of demons and materials, grow and become stronger.
To be honest, I still don't see how many types there are.
I don't even know how far to grow a shield.
But if you're lazy, a wave of catastrophe will come.
I don't even know how many times it's coming.
Already twice. I don't know if it's five, ten, or a hundred.
Either way, now I just have to do what I have to do.
... Speaking of which, I'm also curious about a shield called the Curse Series.
At that time when Raftalia was about to be taken, a shield called the Curse Series, which was supposed to have been freed by eroding the shield. I've been searching for trees since then.
But no matter how much I look, I can't find it.
Try to call with help.
Curse Series
I can't even touch it.
I'm just finishing with this one sentence. And I've looked it over and over. An electric shock runs in your sight, and your letters change.
Curse Series
A weapon that imparts its corresponding power and curse to those who dye their hands. Brave man, I can't touch you.
So I decided to put this weapon behind me, which I couldn't find looking for.
Sooner or later, it might come out when you need it. I guess it's such a limited shield of conditions.
"You're out of meat."
"What!"
When you look at it, there is no meat already. Everyone had already eaten the guy who stabbed him on the iron skewer. All that's left is vegetables.
"Have you been punished yet? Phyllo, we don't eat enough."
"Ha... Then get me about five usapils in the woods through the meadows. I'll cook you extra."
"Yes!"
Filo ran to the woods at full speed.
"Hey, delicious. You've earned it."
"Discount the cost of your clothes if you think so"
"If you discount any more, we'll lose a lot, Anne."
Well, like this, I finished the day with a barbecue in the river plains until near evening.
By the way, Phyllo has captured about ten Usapil.
I barely had time to eat it, and it ended with the dismantling of the rabbit pills and the making of the BBQ.