Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Al, haven't you been caged in too much cottage lately?

"That's the kind of Elna mother that gets in the knob quite often, isn't it?

Mother Erna, who threw those words at me, is right in front of me.

That was a good indication that Mother Erna was also in the cottage.

"Don't change the story. We're talking about Al now."

"No, but it's not convincing to point out that someone in a snail is always in a snail."

"I'm not as bumpy as Al, so I'm safe."

I want you to stop expressing yourself like you're haunted by gambling.

I mean, I had no idea by what standard it was safe or out.

Cottage is warmer today than that. The magic props in the cocktails seemed to be doing a good job today.

"Dear Alfried, Mr. Triella is writing to you"

Sarah brought a single letter when she and Elna had a conversation like verbal play that had no other love.

"Oh, that's Tory."

"Wait a minute. It's got a royal crest in it, isn't it? Open it carefully."

Mother Erna waited as she tried to open it by hand unconstitutionally.

Check the back, it has a royal crest on it.

"Don't you have to worry so much about the envelope in the letter?

"It would be troublesome if they changed the letter when something happened. If the royal seal was torn at that time, it would be considered disrespectful."

Yeah, what's that? The royalty of this world is really scary.

Sarah brought me a paper knife, so I carefully open the seal.

I was in a position where I couldn't hurt the crest, but my hand trembled a little because Elna explained the horror to my mother.

"Elna, does your mother read?

"It says it's addressed to the toy king. I can't be the first to read it."

"Heck."

Inside the seal was a letter from Tory and a thoughtful letter from the king.

Carefully spread them out and look through the letters.

"What's in the letter?

"Tory wants you to make a battle pencil because he gave you the king's permission, and the king says thank you."

Tory said he wanted the king to make a battle pencil in a hurry because he had given his permission, and the letter from the king was spelled out with words of gratitude when he did.

"... let me see some"

Even though I summarised the contents for you, Elna Mother tells you to give me the letter.

I guess my words alone couldn't reassure me.

Then I'm glad you read it first.

Elna took the time to look through her eyes and gently wrote back to me.

"I don't see any particular problem."

That's what you said.

Damn it, does Mother Erna think I can't read?

I'm not even Sister Elinora, and I don't mean anything differently.

"... you read the letter, didn't you?

Mother Erna says the obvious, even though she takes it out of her heart and does it with a cocktail.

"Yeah, I read it?

It's a toy for the king, so hurry up and take it.

"Uh, I'm not in that mood right now, so I'll start tomorrow. Anyway, they don't know the date and time of the letter's arrival, and there's about a day of error -"

"Al?"

"Okay. I'll call you right now."

That's exactly what I've been doing with my son for years. I know as much as I can tell by the signs that Mother Erna is going to be serious and angry.

Elna, under the pressure of my mother's beautiful grin, I honestly decided to get out of the snail and get to work.

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Elna, my mother kicked me out of my cocktail, and I decided to get to work on the Battle Pencil soon.

I have ordered the bars of the trees that become the primitives in advance, so they are already finished and on hand.

It's in a state where I can get into work right away.

This time it's a battle pencil inspired by the king.

But I never saw the king at heart.

We don't have any portraits of kings, and no books with faces on them.

Wouldn't this make a battle pencil inspired by the king?

I am stunned that I have now come to realize such a fact.

"No, but wait. Like the last time I peered over the king's capital at the royal castle, there was someone who wanted them?

When I remember the sight of that time, I felt like I had an old man with a great breast and an uncle on his head with a crown that moved to escape there.

I think he's more of a king with a crown, but would the king be there that way?

I can't judge you, and your face is vague because it happened more than six months ago.

"... would you like to go to Wangdu"

Let's take another peek at Miss Filito White from above. You can see it again from there, and if you don't, you can look for the portrait appropriately.

That's what I decided. I went out to Ellman's workshop for a reason and activated the transfer in the right place.

With magic all over my body and my vision twisted and twisted, in an instant I was on the roof of the Wang Du building.

It's a building that used to come down from above with Eric.

Nature and image are burning because events were intense.

It will be easy here when you come with a transfer to Wang Du for less popularity and better prospects.

The neighborhood is quiet because it's a residential area, but the shopping districts and boulevards slightly hear the hustle and bustle.

A little liveliness and dense buildings were fresh for spending time here recently in the long idle village of Coriat.

When you make sure there's no one around you, let the shield appear like a staircase and go up.

Above not to be sighted from the ground for a moment.

If the altitude rises, it can only be seen on the dot, even if it is seen from the ground. First of all, you won't be found or cared for.

Moving the shield to the scaffolding that way and high up, I saw the soaring castle of Misfilito firmly.

Strengthen your eyesight with magic and you will see in the courtyard the vendors in and out delivering food and the female knights and maids confirming it.

Moving his gaze as he checked the castle routine like no other, he saw the back of his uncle's head sloppy in the hallway.

If that were all, I would flush that my uncle was just stuck at work, but there was a crown on his head.

Maybe it's the uncle I saw before that I was there for. I can only see raw hatred and the back of my head, so I can assure you, but I feel that way.

Something bothered me, and my uncle looked like he was looking up at the ceiling with his back in the window frame.

Can I be perplexed in such a high place? I mean, you're in a very opposite position, but the crown doesn't fall?

The moment I worried like that, the crown on my uncle's head fell out the window with a polo.

You noticed that the stuff on your head fell off, and your uncle reached out in a hurry, but it was too late.

Uncle's crown falls mercilessly into the courtyard.

Ahead there was a female knight confirming the food, and I thought she would fall beside it - the female knight slapped it off with a sword flash that was not even in her eyes.

The female knight returned her sword to her sheath in a satisfactory manner, and did her gaze at the slapped object and peeled off her eyes.

It's totally irrelevant. It's an accident that makes me want to cover my eyes.

Though there's no choice, it would definitely suck to slap the crown off or something.

Women knights and maids make noise. In no time, people gather in the courtyard.

An indirect cause, his uncle looked down at it with a blue face and left the scene softly.

Plain sucks.

The women knights look up hard because they understand the crown has fallen from the top.

I got scared of the sight of the knights looking up at the same time trying to find something, and I decided to stop observing and get off the sky.