Two locations in different worlds - travel to the kingdoms and the countryside with space magic

"...... I'm not free."

Arte, lying on the edge, muttered.

Three days with me, Alte, and Carmilla at the center to help cut down the wheat fields in the village.

The pruning work was finished in no time, and I was in the process of drying the wheat.

I tried to help them, but they told me I couldn't get them to work any longer.

It seems that I'm usually busy borrowing the help of a cat, but this year we almost finished it.

"That said, while everyone is working outside, we are relaxing at home alone!"

If you can't stand it, Alte who was lying there will get up.

"I worked magic for three days." Just think of it as a decent vacation. "

Unlike me, Creto is strangely calm.

"When I work, I work. I rest when I rest. When I lived in the capital and the countryside, I became naturally frustrated."

When I first came to this world, the souls of the company were not yet exhausted, and sometimes I was just as busy in my spare time as Arte.

However, by living in two bases, it became possible to switch between work and vacation naturally, which made life and heart feel better. Thanks to you, I can live a relaxed life.

If you're too hard at harvesting and can't make it to the harvest festival, you'll ruin it.

"That's true, too." Then, as Cleto said, I'll rest my body today. "

Did you agree with me? Alte fell asleep in relief.

"It would be helpful if you could devote a little of your motivation here to official duties..."

That's not possible.

Carmilla murmured like that, but Alte cut it off.

Carmilla dropped her shoulders.

It seems that motivation in hobbies and motivation in work are different as if they were vectors.

When I smiled bitterly, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the garden outside.

Ah! I was here!

Nina was there when I opened my gaze.

What's the matter, Nina?

"I was thinking of baking sweet potatoes because they were caught. Why don't you and Creto join us?"

What's a baked potato?

Alte leaned her head toward Nina's question while holding the sweet potato.

It's impossible. The First Princess would never have baked potatoes.

"Put the sweet potatoes in the fire, cook them and eat them."

"Oh! It looks interesting!" I'll do it too! "

Describing it to you, Alte stumbled up and shouted.

All I ask is if I can afford to miss such an interesting thing.

Yeah, we'll do it together.

We did it!

If so, we must act quickly.

We got up at once, we wore our shoes and went outside.

"I want leaves and fallen leaves, so let's collect them."

To make baked potatoes, we need firewood to light the fire.

With Nina's voice, we decided to walk to the entrance of the forest next to the house and retrieve the leaves and foliage.

There has been little rain recently, and the branches and fallen leaves are almost dry.

Is this enough?

Yeah! It's perfect!

When the four of them gathered enough firewood to have no problem baking potatoes, they took the firewood to the back of Nina's house.

When the branches and fallen leaves were placed so as to make it easy to light the fire, a dense mountain was formed.

Well then, can I light a fire?

Please!

When Nina gave me permission, I ignited it with the fire magic tool I took out from subspace.

Smoke rises from the branches and a small flame lights up. It burned on dry leaves.

Oh, thank you for collecting so much firewood.

No, thank you for inviting me here.

Stella and Andre came from the house while adjusting the fire with the tongs.

All the members who baked the potatoes were there.

So how do you do baked potatoes?

Sweet potatoes should be filled with leaves and put in the fire.

While Alte tilted her neck, Nina poured the sweet potatoes into the leaves and threw them into the fire.

"What a splendid place!"

"Don't you get burnt all over?"

It's the craftsmanship of the maker to adjust and identify the heat reduction so as not to do so.

Oh, it looks so simple, it's so deep.

Alte and Carmilla nodded in admiration at André's words.

Well, there are some parts that are really scorching.

Besides the good thermal conduction like aluminum foil, there is no material that protects it.

It will be much harder to reduce the heat than the baked potatoes I made in my previous life.

When I receive the sweet potatoes from Stella, I politely feed them with the leaves.

When I finished wrapping it, I put it in the fire.

Baked potatoes... I've been doing this since I was in elementary school.

Because as I got older, the regulations became more stringent and it was harder to do it.

It has been a long time since I did it again.

Andre, Stella, and Nina threw in the familiar, and Alte and Carmilla threw in the surprise.

The branches and fallen leaves burned and turned black, and André used a scoop to cover the poured sweet potatoes. I piled up more new fallen leaves and completely closed the lid.

Rather than baking in a high heat flame, it feels like burning slowly in a low heat flame.

White smoke gushed out of the fallen leaves.

The sound of falling leaves burning and the slight moisture contained in the branches made it burst.

Creto, even if you look so tight, you won't be able to burn it right away.

Looking at the fire, Nina pulls the hem and asks.

“I know, I'm just watching the fire.”

Is it funny watching the fire?

"Ahh, it's fun to see the shape of the flame changing and the branches and fallen leaves burning."

Huh? Really?

"Crete stinks of old. What's so funny about that?"

In response to Nina's words, she simply said that even Alte couldn't understand them.

Come on, don't say it smells like that.

The eyebrows of Stella and Carmilla, who were staring at Zee, were twitching.

Was it a little early for the kids to have fun?

"I'm not a child!"

"That's right! Don't treat us like children!"

To make fun of her, Nina and Alte gave her a flashy booing.

Anyway, Alte, Nina is a child, right?

It is a child who swells her cheeks and denies it, but when she pointed it out, she seemed more angry, so she didn't say it.

In that way, the added branches and fallen leaves began to burn out as they were having an uncompromising conversation.

André scattered his shell over the fire.

Perhaps the heat in the fire is kept warm so that it does not escape.

After a while, André started digging up sweet potatoes with a scoop.

When I found the sweet potato inside, I pressed it with my bare hands.

Isn't it hot, Lord Andre?

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine with this."

Carmilla shouted worriedly, but André laughed cheerfully.

Seeing that, I stopped in a hurry because Alte was trying to reach out to imitate it.

"People who touch hot things from day to day have thick skin on their hands. People like us who aren't used to it will definitely get burned."

Is that it?

Alte nodded as if she understood me lightly.

First Princess, be more self-respecting.

Even though Carmilla is here this time, I don't want to get injured outside.

"Is your mother's hand thick?" Touch me like my dad. "

The Stella handles fire better, so we can afford to--Ugh!

"My hands aren't thick, so I won't touch such a hot thing."

Nina asked, and Stella replied with a gentle smile.

For a moment, I felt that my husband, who was trying to say something extra, had a sharp elbow in him, but it must have been his imagination.

"... it's about time you burned down around here, right?"

With a slightly bitter voice, André digs out four sweet potatoes with a scoop.

After framing the glove, I, Nina, Alte, and Carmilla carefully lifted it.

It didn't look like the sweet potato itself was burning because it was wrapped in multiple layers.

"Wow! It's hot even with gloves on!"

"Right? You didn't have to touch it with your bare hands, did you?"

I accidentally laughed when I saw Alte making sweet potato balls.

By the way, I'm so hot that I can hold it for a few seconds.

Nina feels the same as me, but Carmilla doesn't seem to be carrying it at all.

Nina noticed the situation and looked at it.

Is Carmilla's hand too thick?

Carmilla shakes her body as Nina asks.

Exactly. The child casts an unshakable question.

If Andre and I were to ask, we'd be stared at or beaten.

"... no, it's hot."

Carmilla carries a moderate amount of sweet potatoes.

It doesn't look as if it's feverish.

While practicing his swordsmanship, he developed beans and the skin of his hands became thicker.

However, it seems unacceptable to point out that the skin of her hands is thick as a woman of her age.

After touching the air for a while, I was able to hold it without any problems, so I tried to untie the leaves.

There is no problem with the surface being lightly scorched.

When I tried to break it as hard as I could, a beautiful light yellow pulp came out from inside.

"Oh, that's a good color."

The rash sticks to the baked sweet potato, which is thin and steamy.

"Ahhh!"

Of course it was still hot, but I couldn't stand it. Roll the sweet potato in your mouth and chew it while cooling.

Sweet potatoes were very fluffy, with a sticky sweetness.

I don't feel dry at all. It looks like it's burnt clean inside.

Was the fire going through properly?

Yeah, it's sweet and delicious!

I nodded firmly to Andre's question, and Nina smiled.

Alte and Carmilla watch as we eat.

Ugh! It's delicious!

“Yeah, I've never seen a sweet potato with such a classy sweetness.”

The two of them moved their mouths small and ate.

Carmilla especially liked the sweet potatoes, or she came to this village and had the best reaction.

The Andrés, who grew up here, are also delighted.

After eating about half the sweet potatoes, André gave me a tong and a scoop.

Would you like to try baking Crete next?

I'll try.

I'll do it too!

Did you hear the story? Alte also took a toilet and decided to bake the second one by herself.

”...... don't be black-headed”

After a while, I dug the sweet potato out of the fire, and there was a burnt sweet potato inside.

It was difficult for beginners to do without aluminum foil.

The burnt sweet potato carefully removed the burnt part, and Alte and I ate responsibly.