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

The camp of the Storm Peak Alliance was a high-floor cabin built with potpourri in the marsh.

The ground floor part consists only of thick buried wood columns, which can be raised immediately to the second floor part with a long wide range of ladders.

Unlike other camps, this is the first time that there are solid roofs and walls.

But for that matter, wasn't there enough lumber, less than the other half of the size?

If you pack the most critically, maybe ten people will be able to sleep.

Inside the cabin, which is not so large, it is separated by curtains, with a number of bunk beds lined up in the back.

There is a chair and a large table in front and a shelf on the wall to put the load on.

Thor's baggage was there, too.

And what was opposite the shelf was a cooking area that would be narrow just standing alone.

A table is provided next to a large water bottle, with a heating plate or slab.

The strings strained over his head hang sausages and leather bags, and pots and wooden beans hang at equal intervals on the walls.

Standing in a well-maintained little kitchen was a familiar woman.

Brightly eye-catching emerald feathers protrude flutteringly from both sides of his head.

He's smaller than Sola, but he seems to be gently trailing around his chest and hips.

She looks young because of her large eyes with wide foreheads and lower eyeballs, but she is a clean adult woman.

Without stopping his hand at the returning chills, his sister, Chita, called in an extended tone.

"Look, get dressed. Dinner is ready ~"

The shieldmen, who put mud and silver mine packed leather bags on the floor in those words, took off their helmets at all costs.

We head early to the bedroom behind the curtain as we take each other's armor off.

Hooked a bow and an arrow barrel on the wall, Chill sat back in the chair, prompting the Tors to sit as well.

But the hungry curious two, yes, can't be so calm.

Sora and Moo, smelled by the smell, just tuck around the back of Chita, who is cooking.

"Wow, that smells good. What are you making? Chita."

"Sola Nee-chan, do you understand?

"Look, she's the sister I adventured with in the old ant's nest."

"Oh, you're a haunted lady! You didn't put it on Kiyoharu?

"If you're a dragon, leave a message outside the swamp."

Back to back with a little talk, Chita quickly transfers the vegetables from the pan that had been simmering on the heat generator to the plate.

And to the round potatoes, onions, green beans and black mushrooms that raised the hot air, the contents of the other pan were shrugged with wooden rice noodles and sprinkled with plenty.

On the fragrant scent that overflowed by chance, the two in sight held each other's hands squeezed as they let their eyes shine.

Sora asks excitedly who the yellowish, thick sauce is.

"Is this cheese!?

"That's right."

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

"Not yet ~"

Chita's hand reaches out and thin slices of smoked meat and black bread that were cut into pieces accompany the edge of the plate.

A lightly nodded Cuiyu woman handed the finished dish to Sola and the others.

"Yes, I can do it ~. Will you carry me?

"Yes."

"I'll have it."

"Moo, after we're all here."

"Not yet. If you're already talking, it's not ai, is it, To?

Chill and Thor, face-to-face with the child's reprimand, stand up with a bitter laugh to help carry the dish.

Plates for everyone will pass and cups of wine will be poured.

Only Sora and Moo, water with squeezed minkan fruit juice.

The central plate is served with plenty of chopped and salted pointed cabbage.

"Thank you, then, for the grace of the wind and the support of the earth"

When the prayer is done, the meal begins.

First, soak the sour black bread in the cheese dissolved in the trout and chew slowly.

Tor nodded without saying anything to the combination where the flavors of habit lurked and only maximized each other's flavors.

Next, the potatoes and smoked meat are also carried in the mouth with the cheese.

My face looses unconsciously on the new face that the ingredients that I should be used to eating show.

Thor, who refreshed his mouth with wine, leaked a satisfying exhalation.

When he looks up, he meets Chita, who seems to have been staring at him.

The maiden, fluttering her green feathers, let her smile nicely.

"How was it, Grand's cooking?

In anticipation of where my stomach had gotten creepy, Chill talked to me in a good mood.

Gran is the name of the Tea Horn Nation located southwest of the Central Country.

There are many mountains and canyons, and sheep flourish and are also famous places for cheese and sausages.

"Oh, it was delicious. Dear treat."

"Right. That's good. I don't know where I was born, but I accept it without hesitation."

With that said, Chill's eyes go past Tor to Euril.

"When it comes to ice-based magic tricks, it's been a bit of a cooler recognition, but today I totally lost that idea."

"Thank you for that."

The Grey-eared woman, who was gracefully carrying the cup of wine into her mouth, lifted the grey eyes that lay low.

Chill, gazing at him, turned into a slightly dull face, but spoke as he did.

"Honestly, I wonder how many users have never known their names before. It's a handout from our temple, I've been exploring it a little bit..."

Take a breath, Chill continues his words.

"The only adventurers who have come up are the adventurers who worked a long time ago. It's an ice man with two names: Frozen White Eural Reel, you know?

"That's my grandmother's name."

Without changing his expression in any way, Euril tried to mislead his past.

But you noticed that Thor raised his eyebrows to the name that was his first ear, and only the long tip of his ear twitched and stained red.

"Are you still from within? Hmm, that's a great pedigree. All you have to do is wiggle your wand and tell me you're smart enough to freeze everything white. I thought we were talking about swelling our feathers, but to see Lord Euril fight, that didn't seem like a lie."

"No, you seem to be passing on a little too much. It wasn't that far."

"Oh, did you actually see that?

"Oh, no, because that's what my grandmother said."

Chill opened his mouth again, often looking at Yuryl, who unusually stuffed the words.

"Its humble standing with great beauty and excellent moves. I'd love for you to join the Storm Peak Alliance. No, honestly, I just want my wife."

"Oh, all of a sudden"

"You were in too much of a hurry for this. Well, you should know about us, come on. But I'd like to conclude early."

"I'm very honored to offer you this, but I'm happy to decline your marriage."

Ulil, who clearly ran out, stares at Thor to reassure him.

Did Chill also know the answer, no discouraging bare gestures, and now turn to Tor.

"After all, have I been shaken? So, on the contrary, how about a wife to a mudfishing hero? I have some pretty good advice here."

Chill, his brother, nods confidently as he points his gaze at Chita sitting next to him.

He looks adorable and has a good personality.

He is also an adventurer with a rare talent of having a twin tree.

There will be no doubt about the popularity of the deduction fee.

But the voice that refused was uttered immediately.

"No, no. Thor already has a pardon."

"Were you? Mr. Thor."

"No, that's your first ear..."

"Daddy, are you coming with To? Moo's gonna kick your ass! And please replace Chizu!

"Moo, you betray me!

"Moo is always a delicious one!

To the Tors, who soon continued their conversation with their mouths pinched, the Cuiyu brothers and sisters lifted the edges of their lips with pleasure as they looked at each other.