Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Autumn, harvest season.

Even in Avalon, the first species that fell into place after colonization was finally at the time of harvest.

"Are you still buying here, Master Alec?"

Encouraging the executive in the study, Ange, who came to see me, asked me that.

I stopped and responded to Ange's question.

"Yeah, I don't know if I need it this year. This year it's seeded as we cut through the fields, so it shouldn't be enough to make excess food."

"Really?"

"Rather, we should still need assistance until next spring, yeah, summer or so. Of course, it's best not to."

"Why not?

"My assistance means that all farmers can't earn their own income. Angel, I think it's a big premise to fill the bellies of all the people who followed me, Avalon."

"Yes, that's Alec."

"On top of that, we want to make sure that we all get a sense of accomplishment in the next stage where our bellies are filled. I'm happier."

"I see!"

Smile and convince Ange.

Of course there is another way ahead of the achievement, Eliza and I saw it in the city before, to criticize me.

Ideally enough to be bloated and afford to criticize me.

I predict that it will spread to rural areas for another year or two.

To do that, we need another hand.

"Your husband!

The study door opened and Amelia, the maid director, rushed in.

Amelia was breathing on her shoulders how quickly she came.

"What's wrong, Amelia?"

"Take this."

That's what I said. I got the letter Amelia gave me.

It's the official language of the Empire, by the way, not the tabular soul letters I made.

I can read that to anyone, but I'm still the only one who can write it.

Given its use, it is not a problem, so it is left as it is for now.

In a letter written in the official language of that empire...

"Duh, what's wrong, Master Alec? My face is so rude."

"Read it?

I gave the letter to Ange.

Take it, Ange looked through, too, and instantly his expression intensified.

"The farmland... burned?

……

In the eyebrows, deep longitudinal wrinkles were carved.

The smoke is still dull and the smell of burning smells is all over the area.

The fields, which were just before the harvest, have been burned and exposed to a disastrous appearance of sight.

And he said he was losing his word.

He said, "Next week, we're going to harvest it."

"This is what happens, what should I do now..."

Behind my back, the peasants in the field here are complaining of sadness.

In addition to the men who are about to complain, there are others who are relieved and crying.

"Whether we can get past the winter..."

"Don't worry."

I turned to them and proclaimed.

"I'll treat this as a natural disaster, and I'll carry food for the winter. And I'll have the seeds for next year."

"" "-!!

The peasants were surprised enough to open their eyes simultaneously and cheered shortly afterwards.

"Thank you, Father!

"Thank you very much."

"Dear Father, Banzai! Dear Alexander, Banzai!

The peasants who returned to me thanked and honored me.

"I can't help what's happened to me anymore. Fix the fields so you can harvest them properly next time."

"Yes!"

This is it for now. Okay.

To arrange food, I returned to the Lords' Hall with flying magic.

I had a landing spot in the garden for when I flew back, and landed there without the frantic of dimensions.

Then Amelia waited there.

"Welcome home, sir."

Amelia, who welcomed me, looks very harsh for some reason.

"What's wrong...... no way!

"Yes."

Amelia gritted the bitter bug in her face and nodded heavily.

"Another field burned elsewhere."

"... what the hell is going on?

The wrinkles between the eyebrows grew deeper.

In the study, I spread the map over the desk.

It's a whole new map of Avalon, writing about cities and villages since me and a hundred thousand people arrived.

Above that map, Amelia follows Batten one after another.

"And here it is. It's the seventh place, all together."

"He said he was so burned..."

An arson incident in a simultaneous field that suddenly occurred all over Avalon.

At first, I thought it might be an accident, but there's no chance that seven accidents could have happened at the same time in such a short period of time.

It becomes an artificial, only criminal case.

"What if it's the work of the Creator God?"

Amelia, who also had the position of Maid Chief and knew me better than the others about the troubles of God of Creation, spoke first of all of his possibilities.

"I don't think so. The power of the Creating God is fully analyzed. I know as soon as I try to do something. And."

"And?"

"Somehow the Creator God doesn't try to do anything but me"

I can guess around it, but I didn't say it because there was no certainty.

"If you really are the Creator, you must be coming directly to me, not to the fields."

"I see."

"And this is not God's power."

"How do you know?

"I've seen two scenes, but from the point of ignition and the way it burns, after minimal fire, I'm letting it burn naturally. God's power, for example, I can gather a village of fields and burn them extensively."

"So you're a person, right?

"Yeah. I feel like quite a magician"

Me staring at the map.

Seven damages, there doesn't seem to be any legality there.

It's just that I'm lighting up allowances and gradually going around.

I feel that air (,).

"What shall we do?"

"It's okay, I'm hit with my hand"

"What do you mean?

"It's..."

When I tried to explain to Amelia, it came.

I carried the sword of a wise man and popped out with a window open.

With flying magic, I rushed to the place where the signs felt.

30 km east of the Lords' Hall.

They flew fast with flying magic. So I saw the hands of the flames rising.

As soon as I sensed it, it flew, the flames had not yet spread, only one field burned among the vast farmlands.

"Go away!"

Put your hands together and use magic.

The released magic instantly created a rain cloud over the flames, raining dusty rain.

The rain, like flipping a bucket, put out the fire immediately.

"There!

I threw a wise man's sword from the sky.

The sword of the flying sage pierces the ground with a blur of something.

Follow it down sharply, stand directly beside the sword of the wise man, and pull it out.

And stare.

A space of nothing - but stared at the blood dripping from that space of nothing.

There's someone there.

"No more arson is possible"

……

"I remember the sign, my statue everywhere in Avalon is sensed, so that if I do anything, I will know."

Creative God measures helped.

I grabbed it from a number of burnt sites and planted the magic of sensation.

So as soon as I could sense it, I rushed here.

My proclamation is not a grand language, to this thing it is impossible to arson on a massive scale again.

"Ugh..."

You gave up, and the very thing sighed.

Quite a young voice.

"That's Alexander Carlisle I hear rumors about."

The next moment I said so, the very thing showed itself.

A young woman.

Beautiful long straight pony, clear skin, pointy ears.

"Elf...... no its transcendence...... high elf!?