Tensei Shite Inaka de Slowlife wo Okuritai

On the way home from finishing the instruction of the children of the village. Me and Sister Elinora walk the usual main road, floating on ski boards and snowboards on a psychic.

"Ah... I'm almost tired of teaching after all."

I don't think I'm too tired today. It blurs me out.

"I taught you well, didn't I?

"I can't teach in such a sensory way..."

I'm in charge of the boys, and the girls are to be coached by Sister Elinora.

But Sister Elinora's instruction was sensational, as it was during the archery of the sword.

"I'm going to put my weight on here, and I'm going to slip like that."

The poker look on the girls' faces when I said that is impressive.

I'm surprised because according to him, this is what he tells us to brake.

That's why my sister Emma cried on the way over, and the girls got busy with me being in charge.

"... from me, even then, I was a polite teacher..."

Besides, the person was not very aware of it. Maybe it's hard for someone with sensory talent.

Nevertheless, if Sister Elinora could coach others well, I wouldn't have been tired of this either.

"Hey, hey, would you like to slip more? Where no one is wide and sloping long!

Of Sister Elinora, the mentoring story seems to be over. I'm going to say that with a very innocent look.

"Then why don't we just go to the mountains? The mountain has a long slope, and it's not popular, so you can slip easily."

"It's true! Not bad, Mountain! So I'm gonna slip in the mountains tomorrow!

"Huh? Is that what I'm supposed to do, too?

"Naturally. I'm bored to slip alone, and Al's the only one who can slip properly."

I suggested it completely like any other HR, but at some point it became a process of being taken up to me.

Shit. I wasn't suggesting we should just slip in the mountains if this were to happen.

You can't go with metastatic magic more than there are others, and you'll go all the way to near the top with your own feet.

I myself have a desire to slip as much as I want, but I didn't want to do it in a situation where there was no convenient machine called a lift, and I couldn't use metastatic magic.

Very annoying.

But it's difficult for Sister Emma or Sheila's technology to provide for Sister Elinora. I'm the only one who can satisfy Sister Elinora's aspirations. You can't get away with this.

Sister Elinora seemed in a very good mood as she immersed herself in the frontier of regret and giving up.

When we get to the mansion, we go back to the room to leave our ski boards and snobs behind.

When appropriately placed on the edge of the room, we head to the living room for a rest.

I've been out all day, so I feel like I really want some warm tea.

Should I add milk or have sliced lemon?

When I walked into the living room thinking about that, Brother Silvio was reading a book on the couch, and Mother Erna and Father Nord were gently bickering.

It's the usual sight of our home.

I'm home.

When I came in with a voice from home, the wonder strained the air in the room.

...... weird. The air in the room should be warmed by patchy, bouncing fireplace air.

Back from the cold, I'm naturally horny, and I'm not supposed to have this chill...

"Welcome back, Al. Do you have a minute?

Sudden call of Nord's father. I feel like this flow is going to make me get some kind of knowledgeable questioning.

Did I do something wrong?

I didn't think of it, and I was just bitterly laughed at when I turned my gaze to Brother Silvio.

"I'm a little busy warming myself up in front of the fireplace"

Then we'll go that way.

"I'll make you some warm tea, too."

I tried to escape because I had signs of disgust, but Father Nord and Mother Erna came to block my exit with GUYGUY. I'm afraid of that kindness the other way around.

It warms up in the fireplace fire, creepy.

"Do you want some milk in your tea?

"Ah, yes. Please."

Elna, my mother told me to sneer and I nodded honestly.

Milk is poured into the warm tea and I get a carefully mixed one.

The mellow royal feed goes well with the milk. Elna, my mother just put it in, and its flavor is exquisite. Even if I brew it myself, it won't taste like this.

The milk tea stains the cold body very much.

"Al, there seems to be something odd going on in the village, right?

"Something odd?

"I heard you were slipping on something like a weird board when you went to buy out Bartolo."

"Oh, skiing......"

I almost said it was skiing, and I panicked and shut my mouth.

Yes, it was. I started skiing and snobbing at Nori on the spot, but I didn't say anything to Nord's father.

Father Nord is obviously putting his exploration into me.

I don't have the personality inside to drink warm milk tea and aim for relaxing moments.

"Behind strange events lies Al"

"It's like the mastermind of a case like that..."

Nord, there's something wrong with the way Dad said it, and I accidentally penetrated it.

I hope you don't put it in a weird way because it's not even an organization of these famous detective cartoons.

"So, Al is involved in that weird thing?

The outline seems to have already been heard from Bartolo. Assuming you just said I wasn't involved, and you said you saw me slip with you or something, I'm done.

You should talk clean here. Because I didn't hide it because I had a bad feeling about it.

"Yeah, I am. If I was playing with the Tors, the Ellinola sisters would just come and play with me. I didn't make it as a product, but it just became more popular than I imagined as a result"

Keep insisting that it's a child's play, but also subtly name Sister Elinora and get involved.

Nothing. This time skiing and snobbing weren't reproduced in an attempt to commercialize it like reversi, I just did it because I normally wanted to play.

"I knew it was Al's fault."

"It was just an on-the-spot thought."

I don't think I did anything wrong.

"Hmm, I get Al's point. It doesn't look like there's any difference between the information and Bartolo."

After all, had you received a rough report from Bartolo? I'm glad I didn't try to mislead you poorly.

"What's the name of the play like?

"It's skiing and snobbing."

"I heard you slip on something like a board, but if you have any real stuff, can you show me?

"I care what it looks like - it's our job to make sure what it looks like more than it's popular in the village."

Mother Erna, the truth is leaking. The majesty of the nobility is ruined.

Or Nord. I feel his eyes shine somehow, too.

There's been a lot of snow here lately and caged in the mansion.

Maybe we're both interested in some winter play we can do outside.

"Okay. I'll get some."

I decided to go back to my room and get a ski board and a snob board.