Isaac decided to finish his homework early because he was on summer break.
Many still borrowed money, so I was committed to doing what I could afford.
So Isaac invited a friend to do his homework with him.
Paul is motivated by the fact that he has a fiancée, so it's also to help him study.
I was doing my homework with Wye while discussing the future.
And lunch time.
Isaac's friends eat with him.
They were nervous not just because of Claude and Bridget, but also because of Margaret.
Naturally, Isaac is like eating with his family, so he doesn't get nervous.
I was thinking about swallowing while eating cheese risotto.
"Speaking of which, we don't eat in white rice, but when we risotto it, we all eat it"
"These dishes are delicious."
"If it's white rice, it doesn't taste good."
The former, who replied, was Raymond, but the latter was Bridget.
Isaac rounds his eyes as he speaks out his dissent until Bridget the Elf.
But soon I realized that was a mistake.
Because she remembered that she didn't originally like Japanese food.
"Think of it as a staple food like bread, even though white rice is delicious with white rice... Besides, it can be used not only as a paste but also as a paste."
"You know that a lot. It's been a long time since people stopped using handicaps and stuff."
I knew Isaac was more familiar with culture than the elf youth, but it was surprising that he even knew about rice paste.
Maybe he knows more than Bridget.
Claude laughs bitterly when he thinks that human beings are more familiar with the culture of elves.
Isaac does not laugh bitterly at Claude, but responds to what he says.
"Obstacle? Oh, paste made of rice is used to paste obstacle paper"
"That's right. Now that most houses are made the same as human houses, they are limited in usage."
Even though Claude knows rice paste, he gets stunned by Isaac's biased knowledge of what he didn't know he was going to use it for.
However, I admire the fact that I immediately noticed that I would use it to paste the cripple paper.
"Speaking of which, I've never worked with glue or anything."
In my previous life, I had craftsmanship during summer vacation homework, but not in this world.
I was so busy at a young age that I didn't make things.
(yes, let's make that one)
Sieghardt will surely come in the winter.
Before that, there's something I want to make.
It's just the right time to change your mood.
"Mr. Claude, can you make rice paste?
"I can make it. It's not hard."
"Well, can I ask you a favor? I need to make something for you."
"Okay. Let's make it later."
Claude has no reason to refuse Isaac's favor.
Because it's an easy one, and I'm curious about what Isaac is trying to do.
I was willing to help because I could satisfy my curiosity.
"I'd like to see where you make it, I hope I'm not interrupting?
"Oh, I want to see it too."
When Lucas asked Claude to let him see it, Paul also said he wanted to see it.
"Oh, I don't mind. But it's really not a big deal, is it?
"That's okay. Because I'm just happy to be able to touch the culture of the elves."
Claude also seemed pleased and satisfied that the children were interested from themselves.
I wish Bridget would be more interested, too, but I see it as chilling.
"Can you get me a pan lid that can cover the precise rice, hot water, rind and rind bowl? Let's make it after dinner."
Claude demands what it takes to make rice paste from his servants.
What I asked for was really simple.
Other than Isaac and Claude, I didn't know what things could come up from there, so I looked interesting.
Margaret, who is calm on the surface, was also one of those interested.
What Claude asked for was brought in when he was enjoying his after-dinner tea.
Here comes one question for Isaac.
"Aren't rice paste cooked or soaked in water, cooked and made?
"Certainly there are ways to do that. But the elves don't do it the same way."
Claude puts rice in the rind bowl and closes the lid of the pan.
And I put my right hand on the lid.
"It gets a little loud, so hold your ears if you think you can't stand it"
This was an advice to Margaret.
Isaac and the others are still children, but Margaret did not know if she could tolerate the noise as a noble lady.
It's because it's separate from the stirring of the party and the noise of what's about to happen.
I've never been over there to keep a voice out of the waves.
Check what's going on around you, Claude squeals the magic.
Then there began to be a fierce noise from inside the rind bowl.
Probably even using the magic of the wind to use the rind bowl like a mixer.
He was full of faces because of the unusual loud noise in this world.
In the meantime, only Isaac felt nostalgic.
(I miss you. This is what the mixer sounds like... Was it?
In my previous life, my mother used a mixer to mix bananas and milk to make juices and such.
However, since I realized that I should not bother to make it and buy fruit juice directly, it is a lonely machine that gradually disappeared.
Isaac feels a little lonely to see similar cooking methods in a different world than he did in his previous life.
I've gotten used to this world as well, but there are still some good things about previous life.
At least I wanted to say enough about breaking up with my family.
There was a fierce sound of rice crushing, but after a while, there was a sound of something like sand rubbing all the way through.
You saw it as a good fit around the time, Claude stops using magic and takes the lid off the pan.
As Isaac expected, some of the rice was finely crushed into white powder.
"It's like flour!
"It's a fine one using the magic of the wind. You can use a scratch stick, but it's easier this way."
"I'm afraid I can't see where you're using magic."
"There was such a fierce noise. If you don't put a lid on it, the contents will splash, so I can't help it."
Glass pan lids can see inside, but there's no such thing in this world.
Isaac is also unfortunate about that, but he can't help it otherwise.
Even as the kids were feeling inadequate, Claude seemed in a good mood for attention.
I guess I'd be happy to see some natural magic for an elf and see what a shaggy kid looks like.
"Then I'll help you next time, too. What am I supposed to do?
I can't see only Claude being chewed up, and Bridget offers to help.
She also wanted to show everyone that magic could be used.
Claude laughs niggly at this offer.
"Just fine. I was just hoping you could help me. Then take this rind bowl and warm it up."
"What..."
When Claude gave Bridget the rind bowl, Bridget looked subtly disgusted.
I guess it's because it's a different plain role than I thought.
But there's no point in saying "I knew I'd stop" here.
I decided to take it on, though reluctantly.
Claude gives it to Bridget with a lid when he puts hot water in the rind bowl.
Bridget, who receives the rind bowl, casts magic with both hands holding the rind bowl.
I don't know by the looks of it, but I guess I'm warming it up with it.
Claude put his hand on the lid of the pan again and began to magically stir it through the rind bowl.
(That's plain...)
I thought of previous life when I saw the use of magic like a mixer, but it would be too plain if I calmed down and looked at the sight now.
- Mix while warming.
It may be an amazing thing to do in this world, but what you're doing is plain.
With electricity, it would be easy to do both, so Isaac's emotion when he calmed down was small.
Without magic, I would have been impressed by what I would have seen if I had made it normally with a scrubbing stick.
Visual stimulation was so important.
"Now we can get it up in a while"
"Really? Then I have to get ready."
While Claude was making it for me, Isaac started getting ready to make the object he wanted.
Even so, there's nothing difficult about it.
Fold the thin paper and start making loose pieces.
- What Isaac was trying to make out of paper was a rectangular box of vertical lengths.
I pasted the paper together in paste and was trying to make something like a sky lantern.
Planes have difficulty making wings or balancing.
Because I thought it would be easier to make something like a balloon if it just floated.
In the meantime, if we can get everyone interested in the sky, that's fine.
All of a sudden I thought I could do it in an easier way than trying to build a plane.
I wish Dwarves would stay on my side until two years from now, so I don't need to be more elaborate than I need to be.
We must not go wrong where we put our strength.
Because I just need you to play an auxiliary role.
"What are you doing?
"Readiness to fly paper into the sky"
"In the sky?
Answering Kai's question he had been asking, he looked at his other friends.
Because I thought Isaac had mentioned something strange again.
Other friends thought the same thing.
However, I have made it happen as I started doing strange things before, so I also had the expectation that I might really let it do it.
"That's not how you fly. You're gonna use magic, too?
Bridget laughs with her nose.
It doesn't make sense to use magic to fly.
Then I can fly anything but paper.
But Isaac didn't mean to.
"I'm going to fly without magic. I wish I could have said... I just don't want to bring fire into the dining room, so I'm hoping you'll do as much as magically create warm air as Mr. Bridget is doing right now."
"Heh, that's warm air. Well, I'll look forward to it."
Bridget is in a slight diagonal mood because of the plain role entrusted to her.
That's what's going on in my attitude towards Isaac.
Look at that attitude, Claude notes.
"You won't have a choice if you hit Isaac. I told you I'd help. The magic is enough to keep the room cool."
It's a hot time, so the magic of replacing the cooler helps a lot.
The Royal Palace would be able to lower the temperature of the room because there are Kingsguard knights, but one nobleman has no alternative.
The presence of Claude and Bridget was the only blissful space to taste at the Marquis of Wellrod.
"That's right. I'm grateful to have such a comfortable life."
"This has (...)"
I see Isaac with my eyes where Bridget includes something.
Isaac understood what those eyes meant.
It was a bad word.
To Bridget, who is in a bad mood, I thought that I would not have liked it.
"He said he was grateful for something else. You've persuaded Tiffany with Lisa."
"That's all?"
I told him how grateful I was for helping me when I was Tiffany, but for some reason Bridget wasn't satisfied.
From her eyes she said, "One more voice!" I could hear the word.
I don't know why, but Isaac has no choice but to respond.
"I am happy as a man with the good fortune of living in the same mansion as a beautiful man like Mr. Bridget. So concentrate on that."
"Nah, it's a hooked way of saying it, but, well, fine."
You wanted Isaac to say what he's saying.
I don't know why, but Bridget pulled it off satisfactorily.
Here, some thought I could not overlook the current exchange.
- It was Margaret.
"Mr. Bridget. I know it's a shame you can't magically show the kids the good part, but hitting Isaac is a mystery. Just because you're nice to women, you don't have to be too sweet."
"Oh, I'm sorry. With the old Nori..."
"I'm not angry. Remember, you're the one who's in trouble."
Margaret is not really angry.
As I said, it was a precaution for Bridget.
I've never seen Bridget pretend to be sweet to the kindness of another man before.
- What makes her so sweet to Isaac?
When she thought about it, Margaret couldn't get angry.
Bridget's presence is greater than he thinks.
After all, the fact that the woman of the elves could not be ignored.
Lisa is the only fiancée of Isaac.
- If you were to choose a real wife, who would you do it to?
This issue was a difficult one.
As for Margaret, Loretta is the best opponent.
If she is chosen, the relationship between the Kingdom of Reed and the Kingdom of Fatil will be strengthened.
My parents also have a better position within the kingdom of Fatil, and Isaac also has a chance to become king.
This was a good story for Isaac himself.
But there was a problem with Isaac's lack of understanding of women's preferences.
When I was a kid, I liked Pamela, so the aesthetic sensation seemed normal, but now that I've grown up, I've come to deny Nicole's beauty.
From Margaret's eyes, Loretta is a beautiful person, so it may not be Isaac's taste.
Another candidate, Amanda, is also an adorable girl, so I don't know if Isaac will choose.
In the meantime, Bridget was a leading candidate.
Of course, it doesn't mean she's a busike.
Because I thought "not human" might interest Isaac.
Besides, there was a huge difference between a species called elves.
If she becomes Isaac's rightful wife, no one else will be able to complain because she is ideal for inter-racial friendship.
Bridget doesn't have a title, but that doesn't exist in the Elf world.
However, if you try to be human, you can't treat them like civilians because they don't have a title.
Given the value of the elves, Bridget is worth more than a lousy aristocrat.
Being a Duchess shouldn't be beaten by character.
Margaret felt the need to educate Bridget as a nobleman, not just in the direction she wanted, but also in order to give Isaac a choice.
Naturally, I couldn't say "for Isaac", so I was going to teach it in the name of "I often relate to nobility, so don't bore out".
I have always taught about etiquette, so it is also significant that it can be taught in a natural way.
"Well, well. Mr. Bridget was able to change his attitude by turning around. I think he can do it when he does."
"Right, hey, hey"
Isaac covered for me, so Bridget smiled and asked the others to agree.
"Right. She also behaved unbeatable by the noble lady at the ambassadorial inaugural party. I think you can do it when you have to."
Kai, who was at the party, follows Bridget.
I remembered it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad enough to be ridiculed for being impolite around me.
At least, he didn't look like the kind of person who would hold his opponent's head and eat a flying knee kick.
"Right. Kai says good things too."
Bridget is in a good mood for Isaac and Kai to shelter her.
The grin of relief attracts the boys who were on the spot.
"But Bridget should also understand that it's time for them to be boys just before they grow up. Humans grow fast. You should be aware of having an attitude toward adults, whether you know it from a young age or in a private setting."
Claude points out to Bridget to change his attitude.
I guess she had something to think about this too.
When I saw Chirali and Isaac's face, I immediately strayed from my gaze.
"Efforts… do"
When Bridget replied, Claude nodded.
And turn your face to Margaret.
"From now on, I will also take note of it from mine. But I'm not familiar with the courtesies that go through in human society, so it would be helpful if you could help me."
"Yeah, I'll work with you, too. Increase courtesy time."
"What... More?"
Bridget looks blatantly disgusted.
I've been taught at times when I still have time, but courtesy classes were just stubborn and not funny.
On the contrary, for what he was telling me properly, he was being planted with a bad feeling about Margaret as a scared teacher.
That more time wasn't fun for Bridget.
"There's no such thing as an opportunity to teach straight from the Marquis. It's hard to take. I'll take it with me."
"Ok......"
I understand that if Bridget also involves the aristocratic community, he should properly wear courtesy.
I just don't feel good.
Thinking about the future, there is only one way to take it, though reluctantly.
At times like this, I miss easy times.
"Well, it's about time"
When Claude stops using magic, Bridget is also horrified that he has "changed the subject".
When I opened the lid of the pan that had covered the rind bowl, the drooling white liquid accumulated in the rind bowl.
"Wow."
Isaac and his friends raise their voices of surprise.
However, that means something different.
Isaac was the voice of nostalgia, "I wonder if it would look like this if I liquidized the white stick", but my friends were voices in the sense of "you're dirty".
I thought they were dirty because they were reaching a certain age.
"Then hurry up"
Isaac reaches out to paint the paste on paper.
"Wait a minute. Touch me. Are you okay?
Raymond stops that hand.
Because it doesn't look good, so I got worried.
Isaac can fool him like that.
"It's okay. You'd have seen that, wouldn't you? Ingredients are rice and hot water. It doesn't include anything harmful."
"Your hands will get dirty, use this one"
A maid who was watching gave him a spoon softly.
Even if I know the ingredients, I don't want to see anything drooling touch me directly with my fingers.
Some maids would want to see Isaac touch something like that, but she wasn't.
"Thanks"
Not knowing her thoughts like that, Isaac received the spoon thinking she was just being kind.
Then, I began to apply the paper to the sloppy part of the paper and apply it.
"... that? I won't be with you any time soon."
"To some extent, but if you're gonna stick it tight, you need a day or so."
"That's right..."
The stationery paste I used in my previous life was ready to use, but the rice paste doesn't seem to be ready to use.
Even though the effects were together, the differences in the development of chemicals still seemed significant.
Claude smiles as Isaac drops his shoulder saying it's "miscalculated".
"Don't worry. If you use magic, it dries right up."
Claude cast his magic, scouring where he applied the paste with his right index finger and middle finger.
And I touched the paper to make sure it was sticking properly.
"Can magic even do that!
"That's right.... why would I be surprised at something so plain when I watched magic fly on the battlefield"
"You were afraid the fireballs would fly or the thunder would fly. It was more surprising over there."
Claude is surprised that Isaac's surprise points are uneven.
Kai, who was on the battlefield, also agreed with Claude.
But I immediately reconsider, "Isaac, so I can't help it".
It's now that I'm different from people.
"Hey, and I can't believe the problem can be solved so lightly thanks to magic. I knew it was amazing. I wish I could have used magic, too."
Isaac concentrated more on the finished balloons than on their stories.
Long rectangular cylinders vertically.
This was made longitudinal in the belief that warm air would make it difficult to escape.
The paste was not only needed to paste, but also to fill the gap in the adhesive surface.
"Can I get a fireball or something next? Because I don't want to fly it, I just want it out on my palm."
"I can do it."
Bridget is in the name to try to show you a good place this time.
When she puts a fireball in the palm of her hand, she offers it to Isaac.
Isaac lists the balloons he made on fire.
"Wouldn't it burn if you approached me?
"I need some warm air. Hmmm......, can you get a little more firepower?
"Ok"
As Bridget stepped up her firepower, Isaac felt a bargain like the balloon had lightened.
When Isaac lets go of his hand from the balloon, which I thought he could "do," he floats for a moment.
- But it was soon overthrown.
"... what did you want?
Bridget's cold gaze represented the feelings of those who were here.
Because the others had a greater impression of being immediately overthrown than they had of being floated.
But Isaac noticed the problem and her words didn't come into her ear.
"Uh...... I knew there was no balance..."
I didn't make it through fine calculations, so I immediately understood that the balance was out of balance.
It floated for a moment, so you can float in the universe if you accumulate hot air.
(Right. I had to make it bigger up there and narrower enough to go down there)
I think the shape of the balloon I saw in my previous life is the best one.
It's also natural that it's unbalanced in something that lays sideways and straps the notebook into a rectangle, and warm air leaves right away.
But it is also troublesome to rebuild it now.
Consider if there is any way we can solve this in the way it is.
(Speaking of war stuff novels, there was an accident or something where a warship with a lot of armaments overturned. Is it top heavy? lower the center of gravity, it might be somewhat better)
"Can you get me some threads and needles for sewing, some buttons?
"Yes, sir."
Isaac makes his servants have the tools they need to fix this.
"Isaac, what are you going to do? You're saying that helps in some way?
Margaret, who was watching things, also asks questions about Isaac's behavior in suspicion.
Isaac shakes the napkins on Bridget's fireball that were on the table.
"Look at this napkin. When it is on the flame, it flickers strongly; when it is on the side, it flickers slightly. Same goes for the bath. Warm water accumulates on the top side of the tub and warm water on the bottom side, right?
"Right."
"The air is the same. Warm air tries to go up. To avoid missing that air, I was just experimenting because I thought a thin piece of paper filled with paste would float through the air. If this succeeds, any one of them will be able to fly."
Isaac's explanation was clear to those who listened.
But questions arise about flying in the sky.
The air doesn't touch, and it's invisible.
I didn't think they could fly through the sky using something like that.
But I don't wake up laughing ridiculously.
Isaac has a proven track record of making the impossible possible until now.
Until I saw the results, I couldn't say anything.
"If you're going to fly in the sky, why don't you just make it bigger called a paper plane?
Bridget expressed her natural doubts.
Isaac answers, shaking his head to the side.
"You may indeed be able to fly. But there are some things that are technically difficult. I think this way is easier in terms of letting people float in the universe. Well, it's an experiment first."
As for Isaac, I could really just float a little.
Let's see if the idea of a balloon is correct.
If not, then no, I was going to get Dwarf to make something like a hang glider.
"Thank you for waiting"
A servant brought what Isaac demanded.
Isaac uses the needle with his own hands and threads it through the four corners of the balloon.
At that time, carefully examine the weight of the balloons and buttons and hang the buttons on the yarn as a weight to the extent that they do not roll over.
"Well, one more time, please"
"Fine."
Bridget put out another fireball, expecting nothing.
Isaac buzzes the balloon again and accumulates warm air inside.
And then I let go where I thought it was a good time.
"Oh, I floated!
That was the voice of a friend.
The balloon stopped when it floated for about a meter, from which it slowly fell to the floor.
- As Isaac said, it floated in the universe with warm air.
Margaret, Claude, Bridget, and the servants are surprised with their eyes round as well as their friends.
The dining room quieted back to a surprise.
"Was there not enough buoyancy? Or did the air inside cool quickly because of the poor shape? It's like floating forcefully with magical firepower... Including materials, I guess."
But only Isaac was calm.
It's hard to let a balloon float in the sky, even if it's not something big enough for people to ride.
Think about the cause.
(I knew the shape of the balloon was important...)
Isaac remembers a balloon in the shape of a flipped onion.
(Oh well! I don't stand on the ground or float on the ocean. You float in the sky, so all you have to do is take the center of gravity up, not down!
This time it was a square one, so I needed to weigh and balance the buttons.
But if it's in the form of a balloon that I've seen in my previous life, I don't need it.
In that shape, you wouldn't have to worry about being sidelined.
Because the power to try to go up is stronger than leaning left or right.
(If I let you make that shape out of cloth, can you do something that floats properly? You don't know unless you actually try everything)
With that in mind, Isaac turns to his own friends.
"Raymond, Lucas. I don't have a pistol teacher, but I can work as a science department. Why don't you do it when Paul or Kai aren't in the club?
"I'll do it."
"Am I okay too?
Raymond responds instantly and Lucas checks to see if he can join in too.
"Absolutely. But if you have time. Just because you're not in a club doesn't make you feel like you're just studying, right? I think it's just right for a change of mood."
"Then I want to do it"
"Okay. Welcome."
Lucas was supposed to join us.
But when this happens, the other two are dissatisfied.
"I want in, too."
"But I also have practice during the summer vacation..."
"Then all you have to do is participate in your free time. I'll call it right when it's done, so you can rest assured."
Isaac speaks kindly.
It's a good thing they're interested.
Because it's also proof that Dwarves will certainly have a stronger interest.
"Isaac...... What are you going to do?
It was also Margaret who took a strong interest.
But he had the complexion of fear bordering on the unknown.
It's because Isaac has no idea what he's thinking.
Isaac spread his hands as he laughed furiously and small.
"The sky is not just for birds. That's the first step in proof."
Isaac gave a confident grin.
I have a question about whether I can make balloons, but it was because I thought if I had to, I might be able to figure it out if I cried to Dwarf.