Survival in Another World With My Master

"Is this gizma meat?"

It has a smooth texture and a slight sweetness. The aroma of garlic sautéed with you when you bake is very appetizing. The saltiness is also good, and the thin baked bread progresses. Yeah, it's a fresh garlic shrimp, this one. Speaking of which, it's like a gargoyle.

Stir-fried onions - vegetables like purple onions all the way through - rode into a thin baked bread sandwiched with garlic geese. Delicious.

"What do you think? It's delicious, isn't it?

"Yeah, it's delicious. I wish I hadn't known it was that way."

I was finally freed from the grinding work, and I was having a late lunch with Sylphie and the others. The members are Sylvie, me, Cubie, and Isla. Da Nang seems to have finished eating first and gone around. Merti is working hard without lunch, saying that he has to make a food distribution plan that has been increased by 50% due to my work. I don't know if I fall down.

"What? Does Koske hate gizmas? Well, I don't have any favorites, but..."

Cubi had already finished eating. It seems that they are only here to waste time with us. I don't hate how cheap he feels.

"I don't usually eat insects in my hometown. There were no giant bugs like gizzards in the first place. There were no monsters."

"There are no monsters? That's impossible. With magic, monsters will never happen."

"No, magic itself didn't exist in the first place. I don't suppose there was any magic."

"Unbelievable. There is no creature without magic."

"I'm here."

"You are irrational because you exist."

"Terrible."

Isla is gazing at us with her own little mouth and playing around with the garlic gizma sandwich. At first, it seems that people were familiar with it, but now they don't feel any reluctance to worry about the irrationality of my craft abilities. What was the condition of the first stranger? If you are concerned, I will ask you directly.

"Nothing weird about it, but why did Isla suddenly stop seeing me? I didn't even look at it at first."

My question froze Isla's expression and put a triangular hat on her eyes. Well, it's back to normal. I suppose I should have asked.

"... we monocular people hate us. Because it's ugly."

Really? I don't care, I don't think it's ugly. "

Ira looked up at me as if she was trying to be sincere. I look back at it from the front. Hmm, I do think it's a shape that is far from people, but in Japan, mon daughters become adorable characters. I don't care at all, or rather, I don't care at all because I liked such a character.

Yeah, well...

It seems that Isla will stop seeing me. Good, good.

"Does Koske say hello to Isla a lot?

"Huh? Isn't that normal? We're going to support Sylvie together, so it's only natural to get along, right?

Hmm.

I know you did well, but Sylvie's gaze is slightly cold. Are you jealous of yakitori? Your husband will be too cute.

"Don't worry, I'm a master!?

"Don't let the sun rise, doggy."

When I tried to hold him, he entered the dovetail beautifully. I can't breathe.

"Hehe, my dear friend"

Cubi laughs at me as I suffer. Son of a bitch, we're in pain and having trouble breathing.

"Princess, how do we move forward?

"Hmm, make the most of Koske's abilities and complete the barrier first. What we need for that is clay."

Clay. I use it to make sun-dried brick, so I can't collect it. "

"Not only that, but I think we can reuse it as some clay by adding water to the dried brick."

"I guess. All I needed was fuel, right? Koske"

"Ho, ho, ho, y, no, su, ma."

I can't help but keep breathing and responding. Can you help me a little bit more?

Let's go get some fuel.

"Princess, have you picked up the firewood around Sato?

"It's all right. Koske will help you out there."

"Irrational"

"No, I thought about it a little. What is this? You cheated, didn't you?

"Even if they say so."

Isla stared at me with an expression that she couldn't accept, and a cubby with a stunned expression slightly punched a log on the ground with her toes. Then I can only return it if I think so.

"The impact on the surface of the trunk causes the tree to collapse and the bent tree to straighten out, making it a dry condition suitable for processing, not raw trees. Much more irrational than more water."

"You can make as much wood as you want. You can make as much money as you want."

I told you, Koske is in charge of our destiny.

Sylphie smiles and looks good. I'm glad you're in a better mood.

"If I show this to Merty, I'll be ecstatic."

"I don't think so. They'll even cut the tree this time. Aren't the black woods going to be naked?

"Haha, you won't do that much on the boulder. You're not gonna do it, are you?

Hey, why are you guys so distracted? Look me in the eye.

"This is a secret from Merti. Deceive me, okay?

"Do good."

"I'll look forward to it."

"Nnnh, thank you so much for the maggots!

I'm sure this will get easier. Definitely. We'll cut as many trees as we can in the meantime.

"Silfi, I'm gunning down a tree that can be cut. Mark me more and more."

"Okay. Isla and Cubi, go get some clay. We're all alone here."

"Yes, if there is a princess, whatever comes, it will be fine."

"Princess, I want to solve this irrationality. The clay sourcing will be enough if Cubby runs on the signal."

"Mm, that's right. I'm also interested in the power of Koske. Cubi"

"Hei, I understand. Take it easy, Koske."

That's what Cubi said and ran like the wind. She said that her arms were human, but as far as I can see, she has considerable physical abilities.

The sun is about to set, but there is not much to talk about. I cut down the tree anyway. I don't want to see the tree for a while. I cut it all up. It's a little too much, isn't it? I asked Sylphie.

"If the gizmas come this far, the trees of the forest will be crushed. Then it would be better to reduce the number of trees that are slaughtered boldly. It's hard to get rid of."

Sure, it would break bones to clean the fallen woods. Both physically and physically.

"Hey, Isla. It's time to go home."

"Nh, okay."

Ira, who had been tested in detail on the logs I cut down, raised her hips and dusted her.

"What do you got?

I realized that I didn't know how to make this log.

"Oh, my God."

"This log is unusual. No matter where you cut it, the condition of the wood and dryness are constant. It's creepy and constant."

"That's certainly unusual. Ideal as a lumber."

Sylphie agrees with Isla. If what Isla says is true, it's certainly the ideal lumber. I'm an amateur, too.

"It's like God's work. I don't understand. This axe doesn't contain any magic or anything, just a normal axe. However, something abnormal happens when Koske is used. It's really irrational."

I'll take it honestly because Isla's been sticking out my ax all this time. I used a steel axe instead of this one for logging today, but I kept it after I showed them that I could secure the lumber in the same way as the axe because I told them to look into it. I didn't seem to know anything after all.

"In conclusion, I don't know what it's only for me, but it's a strange power."

"It's too irrational. It looks pretty."

Master, I'm afraid of this kid.

"Isla... is a so-called explorer of truth. I can't stand what I can't understand. He's an amazing magician and a smart kid."

That's what Sylphie says as she twitches away. I mean, that's it, right? You're a research idiot, aren't you? So, I was locked on as a research subject. Isaac's gonna have to dissect it sometime, right? You won't tell me, will you? There's no such thing as a boulder.

We'll have to dissect it now.

"Hey!? Stop whining about horrible things! Master! I'm scared of her! Scratch it!"

"Haha would be a joke to soothe Isla's place"

"Yes, a joke. I would not be brutal to autopsy as many people as I am alive. While I'm alive."

"Doesn't that mean if you die, you'll autopsy without hesitation? Doesn't that even include killing people? Are you okay?"

"... it's okay."

What a delicate time. Hey, don't look away. Look me in the eye and say that.

Returning as far from Isla as I could, the soil filled like a hill was waiting for me.

No, let's not turn a blind eye to reality. This is a pile of clay.

"Hey, you've been working so hard."

Tell me you're lying, Barney.

"Who is that? My name was Cubby."

Cubby's groaning voice drops from above my head, which has inadvertently bent over. It's sad that the story doesn't make sense. No, the problem is the pile of clay right in front of you. If you dig this up with a shovel and put it in the inventory from now on, it's inevitable that dinner will be late. My belly was peko-chan, who kept waving his ax all day. I want to avoid that.

"Sylphie, when it gets dark in the boulders, the efficiency will drop, and the work will be done tomorrow."

"Of course. No matter how pressing the situation is, you're not a demon like me."

Silfi the Stone returns a bitter smile to me as I tremble.

"I have ordered Danang to scold me. If there is a situation where the gizma is coming in tomorrow, it will be impossible, but fortunately that is not the case. I think we should cut down the time that we can cut."

"That's right, Master. I understand."

"I'll let you collect the clay tomorrow. Make fuel in our backyard today."

"Okay."

If you just want to make charcoal in a simplified furnace, you can throw in fuel and materials and make it while the sun goes down. That's easy.

Sylvie called out to the refugees around the clay hills and returned with a package from a refugee of a passing woman.

"What is that?

"Let's have dinner. You gave me your share, too.

"Hmm? Am I a bit tolerated?

"Perhaps it would have been better if you had worked hard to grind the pebble during the day."

"No, I don't want to remember."

That was a terrible job. They even ground grains like corn nuts that were brought in. Huh? A craftsman wouldn't have to spin a pebble? Of course I thought so. However, when Isla told me to turn the stone base used for the craft, the craft time was dramatically shortened. I shouldn't have made it pomegranate.

As a result of the brilliant convergence of Merti's desire to make more and more cereal flour and Isla's desire to uncover my power, I have become a machine that turns a damn heavy pebble with a vain heart. It's like seeing a pathetic slave in the eyes of a refugee. Well, I'm a slave!

Hahahahaha!

"Anyway, let's get some rest at home. There's a lot to discuss, isn't there?

I see.

Now that we have the prospect of managing the barrier, we need to talk about the intercept at stake. How many weapons will the refugees have, how much arrows will they need, and how much food will they need? Any water, any elf support? And I still have a lot of stuffing to do. I don't have time off.