Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

"Sister Maya, it's time to go back"

Playing on the sandboard, that's what the kids who were playing nearby said.

Looking at the position of the sun, is it about the time between noon and evening?

Think of it as something I've been playing for quite some time since after lunch.

"Oh, well. It's that time already."

"That's enough time, and let's get this far"

That said, I unfastened myself and Maya's feet.

I feel a little uncomfortable walking on my feet because I've been on the board for a long time.

"Is Al in Jaisar for a while?

Maya asks me that while holding the board.

Unfortunately, I don't live in Jaisar, nor do I live around here, nor am I a traveler.

You can't not go back to the mansion more than you are coming from the village of Coriat with a transfer.

That's why you shouldn't say the kind of dialogue you'd expect.

"No, I guess I'll be traveling soon. But I'll come back every once in a while, so we'll play again then."

"... I wanted to slide more with you, but too bad. But I said I'd come back, so I'll look forward to the next one."

That's what Maya says with a nice laugh.

I was purely glad you said you'd look forward to playing again.

I have a metastasis. I can always come if I want to.

It would be an ambiguous promise, but I'm sure we'll see each other again.

Well, if it comes soon, it'll seem odd, and I'm worried about the heart of Lazur, so I guess after I get there.

"Hey, can I have this board? I don't feel like I can make the same thing right away by myself..."

"Oh, that's all right. I didn't mean to take it home."

If I stored it in subspace, it could be reused again but I wasn't going to use it here, and if it was this much, I could always make it.

Maya and the kids would be happier to reuse and play than throw it away.

"Thanks! Then I'm going back to the city!

"Yeah, I'll see you next time"

Maya took the kids back to Jaisar when she took the two boards to her shoulders.

I guess I'll be helping out with the house work from now on or preparing dinner.

Don't get sexually lonely when you're left in the desert with potpourri. All the more so because it was busy until earlier.

"... it's time for me to go back to the mansion"

If it gets too late, Elna, the mothers will be worried.

When I make sure there's no one around me, I wear a cold suit pulled out of the subspace.

I shifted yesterday in this outfit and tasted a terrible difference in warmth.

It's very hot and painful to wear cold clothes here, but a little patience.

When I changed my clothes and stored them in the subspace, I activated the metastasis by picturing the plains of the village of Coriat.

"I knew it was cold in here."

It was naturally cold to come to the plains in the village of Coriat.

The temperature is dropping because the time is approaching in the evening.

Breathe and a white breath will be exhaled from your mouth.

It's snowing all around and it's white on one side. It seemed like a lie that I was in the desert earlier.

The transition is as amazing as flying all the way to a place where the climate is so different.

Immediately float the fireball to keep the body cool and warm the air.

"... but with all this cold and warm difference, you're going to get sick"

If you were coming and going between summer temperatures and winter temperatures frequently, your body might be surprised and cause anomalies.

I've been sick with temperature differences a lot in my previous life, and maybe I should stop going there frequently.

I arrived at the Mansion as I walked down the main road thinking about that.

I'm horrified to be home because I was on a little petite trip.

"Welcome home."

"I'm home."

When I dropped the snow and went up through the front door, Mother Erna, who happened to be on the street, called out to me.

As I tried to respond and go straight to my room, Elna's mother came around to the front and stared at my face.

"What's going on?

"... Al, didn't your face burn?

"Oh, really?

Ah! Shit! It's only natural to get sunburned if you play in that sunny desert.

I should have refrained from playing for a long time with that in mind, or at least applied sunscreen.

I think in my mind, for example, but I can't divulge that.

Or who would believe that he was going to the desert on a transfer?

"We've been out all this time. Did the snow reflect the sunlight? Or is it frostburned and red?"

"Well, the light of the sun that reflects unexpectedly with snow is not insulting. Because sometimes it's so dazzling."

In the middle of winter, there is damage caused by ultraviolet radiation, and the frost burn may cause redness to the face.

"I'll keep it cool with water just in case."

"Yeah, keep it that way."

I'm in trouble when it comes out, so I head for the sink.

It's the reason I pulled it out in agony, but I didn't have to be suspicious that it was something I could empathize with for my mother Erna, who cares about beauty.

Even so, Mother Erna is sharp for realizing that her skin is burning in an instant.

I was lucky to get away with it this time, but I need to be careful with these places.

Next time we go to the desert, we'll apply a good sunscreen and cover it up to your face with something like a turban.

So firmly determined, I took care of my skin with water and ice magic.

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"... I kind of want something sweet"

When I was gobbling in my room after dinner, I thought, "Oh, yeah.

I had a very spiced dish at Jaisar for lunch today.

Because of this, I felt like my mouth was spicy somewhere, and I wanted to eat something sweet.

If you keep eating pancakes, the next thing you know, Dafu is that urge to eat cake.

In my previous life, I would have refrained from eating it after dinner because it was a straight line of weight gain.

But my physical age now is seven. Some impotence can be done with youthfulness, so I decided to head to the kitchen without having to hesitate.

Coming into the kitchen at night, it looks like Bartolo is doing some cooking for tomorrow.

"Baltro is great to be working this long."

"... what a sudden. Besides, what's going on at this hour?

That sudden shift in topic would be coming from embarrassment.

This is the adorable point of this uncle. I don't know if there's any demand.

"I'm dying for something a little sweet. Let's make some sweets."

"If you eat sweets at this hour - well, if you're a kid's age, you care."

Oh, Baltro, who's saying the same thing to me earlier. I can't help it, because I'm close to my age, considering my mental age.

"So can I borrow the kitchen for a second?

"Oh, good."

I also got permission from Bartolo, the owner of the kitchen, so don't hesitate to let me use it.

I'm not a raw sweetheart like Meena or Sarah.

Whatever the treat you eat at snack time, I don't want to eat anything too heavy right now because it's after dinner.

I like what I can make sassy and eat sassy.

"Yeah, pancakes, I guess"

What's perfect for my desire like that is pancakes. That's a thin one, like English home cooking, too.

I can make that right away, and I can make it just right sweet. Eat with fruit and you'll eat light.

Stir the thin powder and salt, eggs and milk in a bowl.

That's all it takes to complete the original fabric.

All you have to do is cook that in an oiled frying pan. It's so easy.

Wouldn't even Sister Elinora be able to do it if she were motivated by herself?

I'm not going to make a thick pancake, so I'm going to spread it thin and wide.

Tilt the frying pan to create a beautiful shape and try to plug in the calla in about ten seconds.

A light peek and I flip it because the baking color was already on.

And similarly, the back is done after about ten seconds of baking.

Serve that on a plate. I don't even want to flatten it as it is, so I folded it up and tried to make it look like a crepe.

Satisfaction is also different because just doing this looks like a very stylish treat.

Later sprinkle lemon there and gently cover with sugar. You can add honey or something if you like, but don't let it this time because you want a rustic sweetness, and let it be dried fruit.

"All right, done!

"Have you done it yet? That's fast!"

Baltro shouts his surprise when he sees the pancakes served.

"It's easy. I don't know what I can do. Want some baltro, too? I don't use a lot of sugar, and I don't think eating a little at night will make you very fat, do you?

"Oh, well, please."

Baltro snorted firmly about losing my selling complaint like that.

Compared to cookies, fried breads, and parfaits, the calories in this pancake are insignificant.

Cook the Baltro's share in the same way and serve on a plate.

"Baltro's free to top it off later."

"Oh, you're gonna be so happy with Meena with Parfait"

Bartolo laughs happily only giving out Meena's name.

So it would be wild to go in and wonder why Meena's name comes first.

Bartolo looked in a good mood and covered himself with a little sugar and lemon, serving dried fruit just like me.

Again, I guess because of the same mental age, my tastes are similar.

It's also a hassle to go out of your way to your own room or dine, so you decide to eat on the spot using the chairs in the kitchen.

Cut the pancakes apart with a knife and transport them to your mouth with a fork.

Rustic sweetness that can be reproduced in any home, not sophisticated sweetness.

But that was comforting.

I feel my tongue rubbing against Lazur's spices, healing.

Bartolo also ate pancakes and seems to be somewhere in the whack.

"Flashy sweetness doesn't taste good. I prefer these sweets."

"You have a family flavor."

"Ha, don't be a good daughter-in-law"

"Well, one way or another, I'm the kind of pie you want me to make."

I don't hate to make it either, but that's easier.

If you say greed, I want you to feed me.

"... when it comes to cooking more delicious rice than the boy, it seems impossible for a young lady to be there."

"You don't have to be delicious. If there's kindness there."

"So, do you want the lady to make it next time?

"... no, I knew deliciousness was important"

Imagine Sister Elinora's burnt treat and I immediately withdrew my remarks.

Kindness and affection are important, but I think deliciousness is also important.

Because I dusted it with simple treats, or that crappy conversation between me and Bartolo goes on.

"Well, boy. Is it time to make extra"

"Right. I don't know when they're coming in."

Since when? There was Elna's mother and the maids, peeking in through the entrance when she noticed.

I guess I smelled pancakes from nowhere.

For the people you would definitely want, me and Bartolo decided to make an extra pancake.