Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

Who can make a better castle out of the sand on the beach? I and Eric, who have decided to play in such a way, separate from each other considering the space of the castle to make.

Considering the size of the castle to be built, it is better to keep it 10 meters away.

"Hey Alfleet. Isn't that too far away?"

"Because I make a big one. The larger the space, the better."

"How big are you going to make it?"

When I answered, Eric laughed with his nose.

If you look at the open space, it's natural to laugh with your nose. No matter how much sand is infinite, no huge sand castle can be made.

However, such an idea is a story if it is done normally. With magic, you can do that.

Every time Eric picks up the sand by hand, I fire a soil magic.

Dominate the sand in this place with magic and collect dondons in front of you.

You can't help making a life-sized Misfilit castle using all the sand here, but doing so will cause enormous damage to Eric's territory and should be avoided.

The whole village, including Eric's mansion, is likely to be shaded.

A scale that is slightly larger than your home would be just right.

I remember slowly reminiscing the Misfilit Castle that I saw in the royal capital, and slowly created an image of the collected sand.

I have never entered the interior, but I have seen the whole view from the sky, so I am almost in my head.

Of course, there are some parts that I don't understand, but it would be fashionable if it were like this. To add my selfish desire

Puru.

When making something huge with earth magic, it is important to make the whole shape with a basic shape such as a rectangle instead of suddenly making details. Gradually creating shapes makes it easier to remember the scenery in memory, so you can make it more accurately.

Once the whole shape has been created, the next step is to smooth out the wasted corners and make them roofs, or make walls to make windows. After finishing the details, you are finished.

The rough part is better with magic, but the last thing to say is manual.

If you find a part that has been roughly approximated by magic, use shaving tools and hands created with earth magic to approach the ideal shape.

… I feel nostalgic.

When I was a child in the previous life, I often touched the sand in the park and made mountains and sand dumplings.

But as they grow up, they don't touch sand or soil.

It's a common reason that your hands get dirty when you touch sand or soil, but it's embarrassing to play with the soil until you're an adult.

Well, that's right, but I've always loved making sand and soil to make dumplings and mountains. Because I couldn't think of anything and I liked making things.

The scale is different now, but it's fun to play with the soil in this way.

If I have time, I feel I can make it all day.

"... Hey, Alfleet"

When I'm so absorbed in making Misfilit Castle, Eric calls out from behind.

"What?-What's right now?"

Right now I'm building a ladder with earth magic and climbing up to improve the quality of the window of Misfilit Castle.

Since I can't release my hand, I want you to talk later.

Eric doesn't care, and she opens her mouth.

"I was watching by the side, isn't it beyond the level of magic used in play? In less than a few minutes, a house-sized version of Misfilit Castle has been completed ..."

"Eric, isn't it too much to play?-That's fine if you enjoy yourself."

"I understand, but I'm not convinced. I grew up in this village, but I've never seen a stunning piece of sand so far."

Eric looks up at Misfilit Castle half-stunned. After all, I'm glad I got praise for what I made.

"It's pretty good, isn't it? But now we're in the game. Eric will go back and make Misfilit Castle."

"Do you want to make something after seeing this!"

Eric says with a regrettable expression when I behave steadily with my hands.

Looking into the place where Eric was, he found that a thick pile of sand was just far from Misfilit Castle.

"Wow! Suge! A castle made of sand! Did you make it?"

When I was making fun of Eric, a boy shouted at how close he was.

Short brown hair with tan skin like sunburn. Her eyes were jade and her friendly smiling face showed her missing front teeth.

It's a stupid kid, not a typical namba kid who seems to be in a rural village.

I talked to you a lot, but are you Eric's friend?

Blue shorts on a white sleeveless shirt. She would be a village child in style.

Looking at Eric's glance asking a question, Eric seems to be confused somewhere.

Apparently she doesn't even know Eric.

"Oh, my brother is rude! I'm probably with the nobleman because he's with Eric!"

A girl with brown semi-long hair runs from behind the boy while the confused air flows.

Apparently like this stupid boy's sister.

"Ue! ?? Really?!? It doesn't look like that at all! There's Eric!

A boy who is surprised that I am noble and Eric was here.

It was bad. I don't have a noble aura.

"I'm sorry. My brother is rude without knowing the aristocrat ..."

"Okay, okay. He's the same baron as Eric, and I'm not that kind of mind."

If I'm hurt a little, my sister is desperately apologizing while she's nervous.

I can't seem to get particularly angry when I look at my sister who seems to be sorry.

"Oh, oh, I'm glad you were a fat nobleman."

"My brother, look more around before acting."

"No, I would have to go if there was such a great sand castle"

A younger sister scolding her stunned elder brother somewhere.

Your sister feels a little shy from the look and feel, but it doesn't seem to your brother.

Is my sister in the hierarchy at home better? I worry about that.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Quina, the daughter of a decorator in this village."

"It's Kuina's older brother, Tornel ... yeah!"

, Just before the boy Tornell contended his name, Cuina's elbow fell on the side of Tornell.

"Quina, it hurts!"

"My brother, please say politely."

"... Tornel."

Although Tornel raised a protest while holding her side, she was quietly obeyed by the power of Gachitone's voice.

When I and Eric looked at Kuina unintentionally, he looked down ashamed.

I can tell you strongly about my brother, but I'm a little weak at talking to others.

Well, it would be such a general sibling relationship.

I can't tell my sister strongly ...

"I know, I'm Eric Silford, the second son of the lord here."

"" Yes, I know. "

Unfortunately, did you not know Eric about being a resident?

Well, they both seemed to know Eric from the beginning, and were they useless expectations?

Who is Eric here? If that kind of reaction happened, Eric would be ashamed.

When Eric's introduction is over, it is my last turn.

While the eyes of the three pierced me, I opened my mouth, but it closed immediately.

"I'm Eric ... Oh, Eric. We're just friends, right?"

"I'm sorry that this incident forced me to do that."

When I asked just in case, Eric gave a very rude response.

enough. I was a little concerned about nobles in other territories, but if that was your stance, I wouldn't mind too.

Eric is now categorized as a bad friend, like Thor and Asmo.

"Well, Alfreet-Slowlett who is making friends with such a troublesome guy."

"Hey, what a troublesome guy!"

"It's noisy. Anyway, she has such a clumsy face and has a troublesome character, so she has few friends?"

"That's not true! I can talk to Titus, Garibus, and Urbass just like before!"

When I step into it, Eric raises a strangely impatient voice.

It's just an uncle and no one of the same age.

When I turn my gaze,

"Speaking of which, did you see Eric talking to someone of the same age?"

"Your brother! Don't say that!"

Tornell and Quina gave no more proof words.

I think Quina is a word that cares about Eric, but I think that will stick to my heart most.

Eric, who was arguing against this, couldn't stand it, and she had a sunken look.

I thought it was the same before I met Thor and Asmo.

Speaking of a relationship that can be easily talked to outside the family, Bartolo and Rumba. He had no friends of the same age as Eric, and he felt a bit of a crisis.

I was so angry that I was rude earlier, but that's what makes me tolerant.

Put your hand on Eric who is depressing me and speak gently.

"Okay. Eric. You have a friend called me?"

"Alfleet. Do I have the right to choose a friend?"

I don't know this guy anymore. Hassle.