Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Al, why don't you do it again?"

I have continued to play since then and have scored two wins and three losses, but Silvio's desire to play has not diminished.

I'm glad I can play with my toys, and Silvio seemed to be more excited than ever.

"Wait a minute, I'll talk to Tory."

"Oh, sorry. I understand."

Perhaps remembering Petrie, Silvio turned around and started rolling pencils alone.

If you suddenly come up with and play alone, your level is high.

I was doing well during class.

By the way, if you showed the fight five times, you would have understood the general way of playing and the atmosphere.

Ask the tree about the impression of the battle pencil.

"How about these toys?"

"It's good! A simple but interesting experience of following the rolled surface. The gambling fun you don't know what will come out. It's definitely going to work out. … "

"Is it okay to make a king's original pencil?"

"……original?"

"I'll make the only pencil with a king motif like this slime or mushroom."

Illustrate the king and make a battle pencil exclusively for the king with the motif of its characteristics, character and status.

In this case, even if you mass-produce it, you will never suffer.

"--That! I think it's absolutely delightful! I'm going to do this!"

Petry's sense of smell as a merchant is striking. It would be fine if he said that.

"Okay, so how can you ask the King himself to make it?"

Make something with the king as a motif. Because I don't want to make it without the consent of the person and complain.

However, it is unlikely that he would be such a punishment because of the feeling that Tory talked about.

"I'll leave it to you! I'm sorry, but I'm ready so I'll be a step ahead!"

"Hey"

Report to the King, Penetration of battle pencils ... I guess various things are emerging in Tory's head.

Petrie greeted me and her brother, Cheerful, and left the common room.

"Hey, Silvio."

"What is it?"

"Is there a king's painting at home?"

"No, no ..."

Silvio seemed puzzled by my sudden question.

Why at the end of the words? I feel like I have a question.

Silvio wasn't mixed with me and Tory's conversation, and it was natural that he couldn't understand.

"Actually, I'm thinking of making a battle pencil with the king as a motif.

"King !? Al, no matter how much it is profane."

Painfully, for a moment, Mr. Silvio grabbed my shoulders with a very serious face.

Yeah, that's the normal reaction.

"Okay. This is a request from the king, and permission will be coming to the tree."

"Wait a minute. I can't keep up with the movement.

"It's been a while ago."

"So I was talking to Triela seriously."

Speaking of that, Mr. Silvio pressed his finger around the temple and his head seemed to hurt.

I feel that the gesture has resembled that of Dad Nord.

"I'm not sure about toys, but did you talk to your father and mother?"

"Ah!"

Hearing Silvio's words, I immediately followed Tory.

◆

When I caught Petrie, I called father Nord and mother Elna into the common room to explain the situation.

Not exactly me, but tory.

But this story comes from Tory. It was natural that the contractor explained.

This isn't the only reason I'm scared to say alone, or that kind of sadness. That is the line.

"So I want to give the battle pencil made by Alfleet to the King."

"" ......... "

Even though he had just heard the explanation from the tree, Father Nord and Mother Elna were silent.

At the very least, I want you to be angry, amazed, or react to something. Because no reaction is the scariest.

Mood is a ruthless pressure interview.

"What, say something."

I can't stand the harsh air, and speak out intimidatingly.

"Huh ... we can't refuse as long as the King wants."

That's right. What the king is saying. We can't do anything.

"Not in tune"

"……Yes"

Don't you think I had that kind of reopening? Mother Elna pierced her nails with a smile.

I'm afraid to look beautiful even though my eyes aren't laughing at all.

In a delicate atmosphere, ask again at the end of his thoughts.

"Do you hate meeting the King?"

"Yeah, because it's a hassle to happen."

He said while looking straight at his father's eyes.

"... I understand. Many fears also respected this opinion. Do I have to meet my expectations?"

As expected, it is Father Nord. He respected my will.

I didn't need to be told to meet because I didn't have to make toys.

"I know. I'll try to be happy."

"Good luck, toy king"

"Stop calling by that name"

Erna's mother turned brown and the harsh air in the common room was completely scattered as I plunged.