Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

The fifth morning of Eric's mansion. After a light breakfast, there was no time to relax, and it was a busy time somewhere.

Yes, at noon today we return to Coriat Village. I was preparing yesterday night, but still the loading work is the same day.

Now, Elna's mother and Dad Nord are checking luggage in the garden, and Mina, Largo, and the maids of the Silford family are loading the carriage.

"Dr. Nord, this is a dried seafood product. The shelf life is enough so take it if you like."

"Thank you"

As if you were returning soy sauce or rice, you will be given a jar containing what seems to be dried marine products. There are eight. The carriage was thought to be much lighter due to reduced rice and soy sauce, but this seems to be heavier than expected.

Our horses are hard too.

"Oh, but I recommend not opening it in a carriage because the smell is a bit unique."

"Oh, I see."

I wanted to peek a little, but I'm intolerant if the smell in the carriage is full of dried fish, so make sure you never open it.

I was looking into the garden through the window of the large room with such determination, and Silvio came over.

"I'm going back to Coriat Village today."

"That's right. The length of stay was not as long as five days, but it felt strangely long."

"Yes?-It was a flash for me. It's a bit lonely to think that it's the last time you can see the sea slowly."

Silvio, who looks far away and has a sad expression.

Even if such a sight is done by a handsome man, it is a slick thing because it can be seen as a single picture.

Even if I do, it's just said that my eyes are dead, I'm nervous.

"But the rich greenery, fields, and villagers in the village of Koriat seem to be fast."

"That's right. The sea is good, but we better live in that village and in the green."

When I muttered, Silvio softened her expression.

After all we are residents of the village of Coriat. The scent of the blue sea, sandy beaches and tides is good, but that green area is the most calm.

Whether you go to the royal capital, Kagura, or the sea, the fact remains the same. It looks unlikely to change in the future.

"Aha, my sister is training again."

I am deeply moved, and Silvio points to the beach.

There, Elinora unnie with a wooden sword and Luna moved around violently, hitting a wooden sword.

I can't hear the sound because it is far away, but I can imagine the sound of a wooden sword fighting hard just by looking at it.

"I don't have to practice until the last day."

"Because they both love swords."

Silvio laughs as if I can't help but laughing at me.

You can meet at a harvest festival that takes less than two months, and if you are worried about it, you can't meet because it's four days on a carriage.

"Alfleet, am I?"

The door was suddenly knocked, and Eric's voice resounded.

"Yes, you can go in."

When I urge you to enter, Eric enters the room.

"what happened?"

"I brought the book of the example Dragon Slayer."

Eric presented a blue book.

"Ko, this is ...!"

"It's different from the Dragon Slayer book I bought in the capital. This is blue."

As Silvio says, the binding is different from the Dragon Slayer I bought in the Royal City.

"Ah, the red one has been edited for clarity. This one is a bit more detailed."

Indeed, it's probably a picture book or fairy tale written so that everyone can understand and understand it. In comparison, this one has a lot of pages and a solid feeling.

When opening the page, there were almost no illustrations like a picture book, and characters were lined up.

"It's like a novel for adults."

"Yeah"

Silvio and I are turning the page like a bite.

Occasionally, the illustrations found were monochrome, as opposed to monsters other than dragons.

"Isn't this Hydra a monster?"

A snake-like monster with several necks. An illustration of Dad Nord confronting it is drawn.

"Oh, that's a lake-"

"Wait a minute. It's not interesting when spoiled."

Eric tries to answer, but Silvio closes his mouth with his hand.

Well, I'm worried about it, but you can see it through a novel.

"Dad Nord talked about Dragon Slayer."

"Well, it's enough to be an A-rank adventurer. Even if there are various adventures, it will not be crazy."

I don't think that the influential people like Father Nord and Elna are only defeating the dragon alone. I'm sure they have defeated monsters besides dragons. My parents are really the protagonists.

"Thank you, Eric. Is this the way home--is it tough?

While reading a book about Dragon Slayer in front of her mother and her father, they get angry or get taken away.

This is to read carefully when there are no two people.

"Hun, it's awkward if you thank them honestly."

"Hey, so I won't say much to you."

To be honest, this is it.

"That's it. Alfleet ..."

When he reaffirms such a thing, Eric says something crispy.

When Eric gets squeaky like this, it's a bit weird.

But I've come to understand the timing when this guy gets crisp, thanks to being together recently.

"If you want more soy sauce, order it from Triela. For mayonnaise, make your own because the recipe is written here."

"Oh, oh! Do you like precious things like recipes?"

Upon receiving the recipe I gave, Eric asks with a marvelous expression.

Because a recipe is like a property. In fact, spaghetti is still selling quite a bit, and it's no wonder Eric reacts exaggeratedly.

"Hmm, it's easy to make it, but don't publish the recipe without permission? Consult with us when you sell it."

If you expand your sales further, you will be angry with your father, and you will be forced to work for me. It would be tedious if the recipe was released and spread to the name, but it would be no bad if Eric thought it would make money.

Wouldn't it be great if you could sell recipes and continue to earn income without working?

"No, this is only for me and my family, and I'm going to do that ..."

"Maybe it sells like spaghetti?"

“……… I ’m so urgent about our finances”

When I whispered in Eric's ear, Eric responded after a long pause and stowed a note of the recipe in his pocket.

I guess you thought about the future of selling for a moment.

You don't have to worry about money now and Eric doesn't have to sell it.

When I switch my mind and look outside, Eric begins to blatantly cough.

Every time I looked at me while thinking, Eric was thanking me while looking away.

"Alfleet ... Thank you, oh ..."

"... Eric wouldn't be happy if he would thank him."

So I returned in the same way as Eric said.