Isekai de Slow Life wo

After the three of them left, I look out the window where I managed to finish my meal and it was completely dark.

Aware that they had been out collecting materials since such a night, they remembered their words of gratitude again.

And I'm willing to pat both cheeks with my hand that I've managed to recover from.

And it's an idea.

If you look at the inventory of materials with spatial magic, there's almost nothing left.

The barely handed steel ore is gone, even the most silver ore that will ever be used.

All that was left was

Lots of poisonous grass.

Moonshine grass small amount

Small amount of emerald

Small amount of coloured glass

Rose Quartz Brooch

Two magic guiding plates.

Two vibrating spheres.

and only the massive amount of stone that comes out when decomposition is carried out with alchemy.

I don't have enough of anything to say brilliant.

Toxic grass is used to make antidotes, but unfortunately there are few enemies around this town who need to be poisoned, and the demand is not that high, so Adventurer Guild will have a ton of inventory.

And moonlight grass.

I guess that would be quite valuable to see where the numbers are originally low.

But I don't know what this grass, which is just a thin glow, is used for.

"Moonlight grass A grass that grows in the light of the moon. Mysterious and very beautiful '

So whose subjectivity is it? So what can you use it for!

Look for a use of moonlight grass with arms that still don't rise and stones.

Stone... Stone.

With moonlight grass and stone. Oh, my God.

"Moonlit stone Light emitting stone. When you pour out your magic, the light becomes stronger '

What...

What you have at hand is a stone that emits light.

It emits a pale light even though it looks completely stone.

Is everything already there? What is alchemy?

Then I can't use it as it is, and at least I want to get rid of the stone texture.

synthesized with the transparency of the coloured glass,

"Moonlight Glass Pale and glowing clear glass. When you pour out your magic, the light becomes stronger '

Light and glowing glass was completed.

HAHAHAHAHA-! You already have it. Alchemy is everything!

Glass glowing with magic. If you round this up and turn it into a small ball.

Yes. That's a bean bulb.

....... so what!

There's a light source in this room too! Not now!

Ha... I don't know if there's anything...

What caught my eye was a brooch of rose quartz I just bought today.

Speaking of which, I just let him go shopping, but that was fun.

It was cute trying hard and hurrying to eat...

He vibrates slowly with the bubble when he pours his magic into the vibrating sphere in a shabby manner.

Isn't it possible to vibrate fast on boulders?

It could wake up and heel. No, subtle.

I'll split the magic guiding plate and arrange it on my desk appropriately.

This works differently on the surface and back, and they can pull and pull apart.

Try magic on the surface to bring it closer from the top of your desk. Then the thing on the surface that spreads apart on the desk approaches, and the one on the back moves away.

Speaking of which, you used to play with magnets during class when you were a student.

Ha... what are you doing now? Mr. Wendy.

I thought of Mr. Wendy all the time with the chatter and the magic guiding board.

― Wendy SIDE ―

I was alone, in the room given to me.

"I'm coming in. May I?

"Go ahead."

It's Master Yasis's voice.

"How are you feeling?"

"... there's no good reason. Why, why did you say that?

"Did you have fun that day?

"... Yes. It was a very, very full time."

Master Yasis seems to be distracted.

You didn't answer me that day, no matter what I heard.

"Really? That's good."

"It's not good. Please tell me why you and Dardaryl fought like that."

"There's a reason for that. I'm sorry I used you, but don't worry, it will always fit in the right direction."

"All I can think of is that Master Yasis is blinded by the money and wants to sell me to Master Dardaryl"

I am a special slave.

You have the right to choose who you want, but it seems like you're trying to convince me that it's the result of a battle.

"Ha ha. There is no such thing. You want happiness, and you're the one who should make it happen. Besides, you're not the kind of person who has to abandon you."

"It is...... But 80 million knolls in a week and so on..."

"You don't think you can collect it that way?

"I won't say that...... But I'm sure this is a mix of my hopes..."

"Is it hope...... I think I'd be up to something if I were that one."

Yasis laughing fun.

A man who is serious about his job and believes only in money and himself.

Scary people who do not imitate their hands on slaves, but do not hesitate to send them relentlessly to harsh environments for criminal slaves.

I'm usually a tough, tough guy, but I may have never seen this guy laugh so much fun.

"I'll do it again, but it's okay. You and I both have good things to do. I'm sure."

"Ha... I don't know anymore. Even if he loses, I don't want to be Dardaryl's."

Yasis left the grin room when he heard it.

It reminds me of that other guy's face when I look at the light slipping through the window.

He stroked my head. He told me it was okay.

I want to believe that word, but the wall of 80 million knolls is endlessly large as a real problem.

Isn't this wall crossable, even though it is liked by Master Jarsis and disciples of Master Leinrich?

There were two other beautiful people there, and I wonder if you actually care about me or anything like that.

That one has a purpose. To that end, hostility with the ruling children of the West End will surely be a long way off.

I don't like being that guy's foot wrapper.

That's all, I absolutely don't like it.

I just think bad things when I'm alone.

Still, I'm glad to remember that day when I had fun, but it makes me sad and natural and tearful that it won't come true anymore.

When I first met you, I didn't know why Master Yasis was face-to-face with me.

That one who came to enslave two beautiful women.

I always thought I was no different from the nasty ones, but apparently for a reason.

He was a rare and likable man that maybe he was a kind man because he wouldn't force those two beautiful people to become subordinate slaves.

The next day I saw you, where I was still asleep, I woke up in the hasty footsteps of Master Yasis.

"Wendy? Wendy, are you awake? No, wake up. Do your best to get out now. I'll prepare your meals here, so if you want to take a hot bath, please hurry!

To put it that way, Yasis headed to the costume room in a hurried foothold.

I hurried to bathe in the water, thinking I was not stuck in a yasis that looked unusual and rushed, and when I changed into the clothes prepared by the yasis, the other slaves put me through the reception room.

"Please entertain someone. Oh, you'd better not get breakfast. I think you'll find out when you go to Central Square, so please heal your heart because you looked tired."

I headed to Central Square feeling slightly uncomfortable with the tempered yasis.

I wonder who the hell it is. One man was still eating on the bench as he headed to the sparse central square of people, wondering if it was true but not Master Dardaryl.

"Ah..."

That one was in front of me, and I noticed that there was a sauce on my mouth whether I noticed it or not.

That one was savoring something that was meditating on her eyes, so she gently wiped the sauce and sat next to her.

Somewhere cute the way I was surprised as I thanked her, and it seemed lovely not to notice that she was wearing sauce like a child.

At first sight? I don't believe in that stuff.

But why not? I was very relieved to be near you.

I heard that the man would be happy with the knee pillow, so I offered, but when he refused, it made me a little sad.

You wanted to. Knee pillow.

What will your husband look like?

He said he would if he had the next chance, so he was also generating thoughts that he couldn't possibly look forward to then.

A kind person who worries me that I haven't just happened.

I'm a little embarrassed to remember now that I said I was okay with my hard work.

Besides, your husband doesn't even know his common sense about slavery.

It is about the merchant hall that feeds the slaves a meal that is untouched.

Uh, if I give it to you, you look cute eating puffy again.

I was honestly embarrassed to be seen eating.

I ate as fast as I could, but I stuck it in my throat, and a kind husband who would split the fruit liquor from the water bottle.

Your husband left when he approached you to stand up and put his arms together.

I care about the smell and try to leave, so I smelled it softly and it smelled good of herbs.

When I put my arms together, I looked like I was embarrassed and happy to loosen my cheeks and illuminate them.

I knew my breasts were big, but I had never imitated pushing my arms like this, so I enjoyed the reaction, and I kind of hugged myself again and again with fun and happiness.

Happy, your husband said.

He said he was too happy to cry. I pressed him so many times if he'd be so happy, I enjoyed the reaction.

You look like a lover, so I thought I was a slave but didn't deserve a minute, but I thought I'd take care of my current happiness by looking at your husband.

When I went to the clothes store, they asked me to pick clothes, so I looked hard for clothes that would fit me.

More and more clothes with that and this as I was looking.

I was a little upset that your husband seemed to have a pleasant conversation with the female clerk, which prevented him from speaking in the middle of the conversation.

But he bought four of my chosen clothes, and he liked one of them. He was wearing them as is.

Next we headed to the tool store. Meanwhile, of course, I walked arm in arm.

I wonder why this person can be relieved unlike the others.

I wondered why I could treat slaves so normally.

He honestly replied that he was a 'drifter' when he asked if it might be.

I heard that "The Flowing Man" has tremendous power and a lot of people abuse it, but I didn't think your husband was like those people.

Whoever comes to buy me is the one with the money.

Money is also power.

People change if they have power.

Start looking unconsciously at others up or down.

When that happens, slaves think they can do whatever they want.

There were many nobles who looked at my breasts with nasty eyes.

Master Yasis wasn't willing to sell me to someone like that, only a few of them had met me, but it still didn't change.

But I didn't think this guy was.

'I don't want to work my whole life. I want to live at it,' says your husband, who laughs and tells his dreams.

It's a luxury, but I thought I wanted to help you with that dream.

I saw your husband and the two stars in a quiet place, and I also got a delusion of leaning in gently.

I wanted to be beside your husband's future, too.

"I want to be with this person"

Even though I was confused by the emotions for the first time in my life, my heart got pouty and warm.

After that, the two of us headed to the tool shop, craving your husband trying to waste it with something weird, taking a meal and having tea while the two of us watched the street art, and talking about it without stirring and laughing, and I heard a cup about your husband, too. It was a great time.

...... it was a really good time until Master Dardaryl showed up afterwards.

But my husband told me all about it.

When he hugged me, even though it was a little bitterly powerful, I felt good and happy, and fell in love with how happy I could feel so many times a day.

I was surprised when Master Yasis showed up and mentioned the battle, but I was more worried about your husband than that.

The opponent is the son of that ruthless West End ruler.

What if your husband is in danger?

I absolutely don't like that.

So I thought I had to stop.

"It's okay," he stroked his head.

"I'll take it," he said with a man's face.

The words were delightful, and the hands that caressed me were warm.

I can't say anything anymore.

So. I have to believe.

Don't cry because he said my husband was okay.

Believe me. Believe me, let's wait.

I will be your husband's slave.