Expecting to Fall into Ruin, I Aim to Become a Blacksmith

5: 13.

"Ho, ho, well, eat"

I just finished my breakfast, but Grandpa Moran brought me breakfast with a full grin. Today for the ultimate magical completion, I was supposed to be taught that procedure, which spits out all the magic of the third stage.

Yet even Mr. Petal brings soup in a large vessel with a full grin. You can't even drink that much after eating a glass of stomach.

Grandpa Moran, who brings food one after the other, and Mr. Petal, who brings a beverage system.... This doesn't seem like a blur. I see something intentional.

"Grandpa Moran, these are the foods that Mr. Petal was prepared to take care of, right? Are you sure? Eat so much at once or something."

"Ho, ho, that's okay. That's okay."

What that ruthless gentleness. I'm so scared.

"Fine, fine. There will be plenty of changes."

Kind! And scary!

I don't know my appetite, and when I was still confused, Eliza showed up in an apron from the kitchen. Apparently this massive amount of food is made by her and carried by Grandpa Moran. Eliza turned her gaze this way, winking. I'm going to pound my arm and make an appeal that I can still make. Or is that an appeal to your skill?

You even know something about her.

Last night, before I went to bed, I was working on a mess, but somehow you shared information I didn't know. Creepy. Why, you won't tell me...

"What does eating have to do with training, this?

I mean, I can only assume so. Otherwise, you wouldn't be cooking so relaxed in a contested situation for a moment, and food is limited.

"Ho, ho, well, eat"

Scary!

I don't hear anything anymore. The meaning will turn out later anyway. Then now, let's eat honestly and silently.

Sometimes after breakfast, the pace of eating isn't delicious, but still, if you work hard, it's what goes in. More importantly, Eliza's food is delicious. I'm surprised she had so much cooking skills. Come on, let's eat him.

Ugh, it's a little painful.

But the pace that Grandpa Moran brings won't drop. Mr. Petal is just as drink-based as ever...... I guess Eliza makes it sticky in the back. I have no choice, one more stomping.

Shit, I think I'm eating too much and spitting it out.

... That, you mean this that could spit out all the magic?

Huh? You spit out every food? Such an idiot. Is that going to complete the third stage? Is the world such a simple mechanism?

"No more, Grandpa Moran. I'm gonna spit it out."

I'm sure there's some kind of help here. I reported it once.

"You mustn't throw up. Hmm, you still want some more. Sweet, sweet, sweet."

"Yes, now."

Eliza's bright voice echoed from the kitchen. Sweet yet... then maybe we can still do it. Still, shouldn't I throw up? More and more, the mystery just deepens.

"I brought post-meal desserts, baked potatoes"

Oops......

Dessert is potato!? I can't. I can't. There will be a lot more desserts after meals though! more so potato!? I'll never come in.

"Dear Kurli, I stopped wearing myself in lies anymore. Me, actually, potatoes are my favorite food in the world!

"... Yes"

I know. I've known it for a long time.

"I baked that potato with my soul today. It is also a new step I have taken. Enjoy."

Well, even if they say so, I have to pack it.

With zero gaps in this stomach, when you fill the potatoes!? And oversized. Where did you dig it?

...... uhp.

Let's say from the results. I beat the potato. But I shed so many tears and runny noses that I couldn't believe it. What was that juice dripping out of my ear hole... Sweat, right? Tell me it's sweat.

"Are you ready? Shall we go for a walk?"

The four of us went into the woods while the old man cared for us.

Come on, do you spit it out with the occasional buildup? Then I want you to hurry. I want it to get easier soon.

Moving on through the woods for a while, I saw a flat plot of land cut down the trees. There are no grass trees, and the soil is visible. It was obviously where people's hands came in.

I saw the faces of Grandpa Moran and Mr. Petal. It must be where they prepared it.

I came close and figured out what was there.

A huge demonic cube carved on the dirt, never seen before.

It seems like it could be summoned by some giant creature. I'm not familiar with the Demon Square, but I have such a degree of knowledge of what automatically keeps me exercising magic once activated. Here, spit out all the magic of the third stage, it was obvious that it would be done.

"You're gonna do it here?

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, well, let's just start over."

"Now, at the heart of the Devil's Square,"

I headed to the center as directed. As I stood, I was also told to lie down. Easy, he seems to be in good shape.

Right next to the Devil's Square, Grandpa Moran and Mr. Petal stood on the diagonal.

"Boy, I'm going to let you spit out all the magic that your boy has accumulated. The Demon Square was already completed a long time ago. That Petal and I just wrote that here. This will be the most important demonic squares to suck away the magic."

"Yeah, I know somehow."

"So, I apologize for the ex-post consent, but this is a very onerous thing for my body. Sorry, but I need you to sleep for a week or so. In the meantime, all magic will be thrown out."

A week......?

Huh? That's what you just said. Am I still down here for a week?

"So let's try to activate the Demon Square..."

Turns out the two of them put their hands together and went into the activation phase.

"Hey, hey! Are you kidding me? I couldn't eat..."

"Ho ho ho ho"

Affirmative! That laugh is affirmative!

Oh, I can't do this anymore. Consciousness goes far......

Damn, so you didn't have an explanation.

I could see Eliza approaching next door in the fading scenery. At the end of the day, I glimpsed her face and my consciousness disappeared.

If she watches over me......

"It's okay to leave me alone now. Not for a week."