Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

"I'm home now"

I'm home.

"Welcome back, Mr. Thor, Mr. Sola"

"Right now?

"Oh, good evening. Lovely customers."

Seeing the presence of a stench that Thor could hold, the landlord, Yuryl, smiled without frowning.

I haven't aged Dada in decades. I am calm.

The cats that followed me entered sullenly through the front door before accepting the invitation and began their exploration smelling.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little nostalgic. Can I keep it for a while?

"Yes, go ahead. Right, shall we boil the water?

"It helps."

"Toe, where's your dinner?

"After I wash you first. Help me, too, Sola."

"Yes."

First, take the stray child by the kitchen drain.

The next thing you know, strip off the ex-coat-like substitute wrapped around your body and make it bare.

"... haven't you?"

"Why 'd you let it go? I knew you'd eat Moo?

"Let's look beautiful, Moo"

Yuryl brings me some lukewarm water in sight, so melt the beast fat soap used for laundry and hit the borough cloth.

All that is left is for the three of us to rub even.

"Oh, Tor, can you get rid of this kid's dirt, < restore >?

"I just saw it, but you didn't come up with a background. You've never been involved with a monster before."

"Oh well, good luck then!

The girl's body is patterned when layers of dust and mud are mixed, and it doesn't get that easy to clean.

Throw away the blackened water, and stroke it carefully again and again.

The child named Moo seemed unusual at first, but he realized it felt good to have him wiped with a warm cloth, and he closed his eyes and jiggled along the way.

Now that I'm quiet, I'll wash my hair mixed with dead leaves and sand just like that.

Apparently, it's just like the cat we lived with, and there's no such thing as fleas.

To some extent, if the dirt comes off, now the three of us rub and wash it with seaweed soap for bathing.

The child, who had his whole body bubbled, had a couscous and a laugh without changing his expression much.

Thirty minutes later, I tried my best, and the child became beautiful so that she could see it differently.

Since she is about the height of Tor, is she between five and ten years old?

He is not as skinny as he is for his alley life, and he has a figure with meat on him so well.

Probably the result of Thor continuing to give meat and bones at best over the past few months.

And all over my body, there was still something like an old abrasion.

The washed hair, scented with soap, swirls as it regains color and softness and glows golden.

A slightly lower nose on a wide forehead, a lovely mouth.

And above all, it was those big purple eyes that caught my eye.

It pairs well with pins and upward eyelashes for a doll-like adorability.

The expression hardly moves from the earliest days, so if you're jittery, you're likely to mistake it for a real doll.

"You're so cute, Moo."

"Oh, this is the hallmark of the Purple Eye Clan."

"Do you have cancer?

"Look at that."

As soon as Tor brought the lamp closer, the center of the child's eyes became much smaller.

Let go and it will go back to normal.

"These guys have eyes in the dark."

"Heh, that's amazing, Moo!

You understood what was praised, and the sooo pungent child put his peppered chest up well.

Then my stomach plays a cute hungry sound.

"Is it time to make it a meal? Yes, Mr. Mum, it's my childhood clothes, but if you like."

"It's not mum, it's mu, landlord"

"The name of the Purple Eye Clan continues to be used with the same sound. This guy's moo, so he fits in mum."

The Purple Eye clan is fundamental for men to use the same letters in a row somewhere in their names and, in the case of women, to stick two homonymous letters together.

"So if it's true, it's going to be called Lerem or Mummy Meh."

"Heh, why is it like that?

"These guys are protected by the thunderous god Gigiro. You're in trouble."

"How's it going, Toe?

"Oh, did you put it on properly? You look great."

Yuryl's brought clothes were a combination of cotton-woven pants that were only on hemp-woven piercing coats to the top of his thighs, but they were the perfect size for a child.

You were happy to be praised, the child makes you snort honestly.

Thor, holding Moo with no shoes, takes Sola and moves her to the dining room.

From the plates already lined up on the table, there was a hot air that looked delicious.

Pointed beaked thighs cooked carefully over beast fat.

Sweet stir-fried onions are served to eliminate dripping fat.

Plus stewed cabbage soup and even tough bread with dried grapes.

Whether Yuryl cared or only the child had bread porridge with honey.

"Phew, I did my best today, so I'm hungry."

"Here you go, landlord"

"Yes, eat it"

"Can I eat it? Are you ready to eat?

When the toll nods, the child lifts the thigh and hits it with a clue.

You already expected things to happen, and there was a white cloth wrapped around its neck.

A child who bites the meat vigorously swallows it after just chewing it a few times.

And as always, I let my voice bounce aloud with a facial expression that didn't change much.

"Yum!"

"Right. Bite slower and eat. No one will take it. Oh, don't spill it. Use the spoon properly."

"Ugh, you're a thigh psycho, Tor. Let's go hunting tomorrow!

"Oh, yeah. I forgot, landlord."

"Yes, what is it?

"I hunted the big caterpillar, so I got the meat. I left it in the kitchen."

"Oh, that's exciting. Hehe."

"Yum!!

"He said not to rush to eat Sora either. I can throat you, look, it's water."

On a noisy dinner table for a long time, Euril narrowed her eyes just a little.

Thor, who had little to talk about before, is baking the girls' care like someone else.

Throughout the day, Sola smiles and eats, trying not to take her eyes off the Tors.

The purple-eyed girl kept eating obsessively with her eyes wide open as she listened to the voices around her.

Euril secretly lays her eyes down in a circle made by three people, as if they were family, feeling like she wasn't mixed up.

If only I'd met these kids sooner.

The old woman tipped her cup quietly, feeling the difference in the flow of time.

With her face up, Euril is lightly upset that Sora's gaze is pointing straight at her.

To deceive the surprise, the old woman had her usual grin.

"What's wrong? Mr. Sola."

"Er. No way, but you're the landlord and the ear is super long. Could...?

"Yeah, I'm Grey Ear."

"I knew it! I was from a different country. Er..."

To the gaze directed at Chirali, Tor opens his mouth with a face like, oh man.

"The landlord was born in the north. Apparently my ears got longer to hear the sound on the snow very carefully"

"No, not to miss Master Strazin's teaching."

"Was it, excuse me"

"I'm deciding that. They tease you about gray rabbits."

Ice god stragin.

A goddess who directs learning and exploration, she is also the patron saint of the Grey Ears.

"Does Mr. Sola know much about other countries?

"Yes, I have no idea!

"Excuse me, I grew up in one country in the central country."

"If you don't mind, can I tell you something?

"I'd love to!

Looks like the blood of the former teacher made a scene.

With a knife and fork back on the plate, Yuryl dampened his mouth with apple liquor before explaining the world's revelations plainly.

Once in the middle of this continent there was one big country.

The country boasted a highly technological civilization and people lived in peace and abundance.

But hundreds of years ago, suddenly, the country collapses overnight, swallowed by a giant hole empty in the ground.

In addition, various monsters emerged from the "Big Hole of Coma", and people went into endless chaos.

Escape. The people gather in the land that was called the border, so that they may turn away from the great pit.

Eventually, by adhering to the teachings of the six great gods that house the power of the Spirit, their sheltered people emerge.

A grey ear clan that served the ice god Stragin and became a long, pointy grey ear.

A follower of the thunderous god Gigiro, the purple-eyed clan who obtained the eyes of the purple beast.

A tea horn clan with brown horns growing on its forehead, admiring the god Guidaros.

Tribute to the wind god Rohe, the Cuiyu clan with green feathers crossing their heads.

Believe in the water god Aruria, the Ethereal Scale clan whose neck is covered in blue scales.

A red-tailed clan with short tails of redheads, following the teachings of the flaming god Rapharit.

By these six tribes new nations can surround the central kingdom.

North Country Stra of the Grey Ear clan closed by snow and ice.

Hakuri, the western country of the Purple Eye clan, bestows forest grace.

Gran, the country of the great mountains of the southwest where the Tea Horn tribe lives.

Southern prairie Reginalia, where the Cuiyu tribe nomads.

Confederation of the Southeast Triala Islands of the Ethereal Scales who love the sea.

Hungry sandy eastern Zuma ruled by the Redtail tribe.

The current central government is formed by the joint management of these six powers.

Many people are sent from every country to work with each other to restore lost glory.

"Ho ho. I thought there were people with horns and scales."

"Well, basically you didn't come to the country."

The dark-haired, black-eyed central people often make a subsistence living in mountainous villages.

Speaking of customers from the outside, they are officials who come to collect taxes, or about the pedestrians of the same town.

At that time when the conversation was about the characteristics of each country as it were, the child stopped moving with his face stuck in the plate.

Until just now, I was caught up in porridge with horrible momentum, but apparently I've done everything I could.

Moo to get a healthy sleep.

Tor gently scratches up the hair on his cheek.

To an unsuitable trick, Euril asked with a smile.

"What are you going to do now? Father."

I guess he made fun of the fact that the kids call him Toe.

To the rare landlord's light mouth, Thor answers seriously as he scratches under his chin.

"Right. At first I thought I'd let him eat properly and kick him out. But..."

"But?"

"I thought I'd take care of him a little more."

Behind Thor's brain, there was a figure floating around who slammed the way he held his sword into himself, who was a boy.

The teaching style was harsh and unforgiving, but he is definitely an irreplaceable benefactor.

And his people also had the same purple eyes as this child.

You're satisfied with the response, Yuryl comes in silent and offers you a cup.

Later that night, the lights in the dining room never went out.