Survive on a Deserted Island With the Villainous Young Lady

75 – coming-of-age ceremony (5)

After Monia pulled all the bamboo she would use to make the floor onto the tree, she looked at the place she had prepared to make the house and the house built on top of it.

“wow. Seeing it from below, it feels quite different from usual.”

Bamboos placed on three thick, thick branches are tightly tied with ropes.

Monia looked at it and did the same with the bamboo she brought up.

It was quite difficult for Monia to work on an unstable platform because she did not have the same skills and sense of balance as Chester.

“It’s okay.”

Starting work early in the morning, it wasn’t until lunchtime that Monia could barely finish making the floor.

“Chester says he’s good.”

The moment he had the right ingredients, Chester quickly built a house or warehouse in less time than it took Monia to make the floor.

‘Because Chester moves without hesitation.’

Chester has no hesitation in moving with confidence that he can ‘do it’ as long as an appropriate level of safety is secured in his own standards.

For example, jumping from branch to branch close to a long jump.

Or, if there is at least one means, there is no hesitation in overcoming danger.

It was like that when I heard a machete in my hand the moment I was surrounded by ant wolves.

‘I want to learn, but… Maybe that’s Chester’s nature.’

Even if I told Monia to watch it and follow it, I thought I would not be able to do it for the rest of my life.

Monia grumbled and climbed down the ladder to eat.

It seems like just yesterday that I fell to the ground the moment I clung to the ladder, but now, after descending to a certain extent, I stepped on the ladder and jumped down to the ground as if it was annoying to go down.

“Come and eat.”

“What about today?”

“Same as usual.”

“Hey.”

When Monia got close to Chester, he saw Chester baking clay pots in the kiln.

“Are you finally completing the red pepper powder bomb?”

“Well, I’m not sure. Even if you make it well, it’s hard to make it again, so I’ll have to save it.”

Chester was learning the art of baking clay only through experience and sense.

The act of carefully navigating down a dark path without a proper milestone, a teacher to teach you skills, or a book to impart your knowledge.

Chester also left a record of his own clay burning.

What ratio of soil and water did the mud perform well?

Where did you make the mud with the soil you got and how did it work?

How well the mud dried for several days worked.

He baked clay dishes of various thicknesses and shapes, and recorded which shape was the best and which thickness was the best.

I continued to develop steadily while thinking and thinking about whether there was anything else I could do.

Whether that worked, Chester has made a lot of progress now, unlike a few months ago when he first started baking clay.

In the past, few were successful and most were smashed, but nowadays, few are smashed and most are successful.

With this developed technology, they succeeded in making jars for storing honey, crops, and fruits.

The best thing about Chester’s pottery was that it lasted.

If it doesn’t break, like a roof made of leaves, it will dry out or rot over time, so you don’t need to replace it.

No matter how strong it is made, there is no worry that it will inevitably break like a knife handle or ax handle that needs to be twisted and broken with use.

Thanks to that, after I made enough to make it, I had nothing new to make, so I just enjoyed it to pass the time.

I didn’t know where they would be used, so I made spare jars of various sizes, but the spare jars, which had no use as expected, did not even occupy a corner of the warehouse and were scattered under the trunk of a tree.

By the way, until the research to develop the red pepper powder bomb, Chester was making doodles.

After making a clay plate, scribble something on it and bake it.

After baking, I enjoyed it by leaving it if I was satisfied, or breaking it apart.

The subjects of the graffiti were the game hunted that day, Ant playing, the game caught in a trap, what he ate that day, the unique plant he discovered while exploring, or the natural scenery that aroused admiration.

I also drew Monia, but none of the Monia drawings were of a satisfactory level, so I broke them all.

“How is it, do you think the warehouse building is going well?”

“Um, yes. What is it? Do you think it will work?”

Monia answered with a strange expression.

She had just started building the floor, so she probably had no idea how the warehouse was being built.

I would like to tell her to prepare the image of the finished product in her head from the beginning, then come up with a plan and move, but Monia didn’t say anything because it was clear that it would be difficult even if she only saw what was right in front of her eyes and ran forward.

“It’s fun because I do it anyway.”

“Fun?”

“Yes. To be honest, I was anxious every day.”

After coming to this island, Monia lived desperately, swearing revenge.

However, the target of revenge is not in front of you, and Chester is at a high level that cannot be compared as a person to person.

No matter how much Chester was getting better, improving, and doing well, it was difficult for Monia to realize the change.

Are you getting better?

Are you still holding on to Chester’s ankles?

Could it be that Chester only praises him verbally, and in fact considers himself useless?

every time you try something.

whenever something fails.

Monia felt that uneasiness.

“So I’m grateful to Chester for entrusting me with doing it myself.”

In Chester’s eyes, it meant that Monia had grown enough to give her this assignment.

That’s why Monia desperately clung to the coming-of-age ceremony and worked really hard.

Chester’s eyes weren’t wrong, and he tried to live up to his expectations.

I made tools from one to ten, got bamboo, and now I’m building a warehouse.

In addition, he showed a step forward by coming up with ideas and devising them in his own way, rather than just making them.

I am not a passive person who only does whatever I am told, but I have become an active person with a strong desire to develop myself.

“Thanks to Chester.”

Monia grinned as she felt herself changed anew.

Chester, who was looking at Monia’s face, turned his eyes to the bonfire where the meat was quietly grilled.

“I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“is that so?”

“yes. It’s painful that I couldn’t enjoy it and only struggled.”

Chester, who was training as a butler, was like that.

Chester endured his days at the butler’s academy and the days under Monia, the daughter of the duke, only out of a sense of duty.

“I love being able to make something with my hands.”

Monia went over to Chester and grilled her portion of meat.

“It’s hard not to find anything that comes easily, but at the same time, it feels precious because it’s an item that was obtained through hard work.”

The single stone knife at her waist felt far more precious and valuable than the beautiful accessories that filled her jewelry box when she was a duke’s daughter.

Chester nodded, saying he could understand Monia’s words.

“I’ll work hard to make the warehouse.”

“yes.”

The two of them had lunch and then went back to their respective jobs.

* * *

“… … .”

Two days after that conversation with Monia, Chester brought some well-dried peppers, laid them down on a stone slab, and began grinding them carefully.

The dried peppers were caught between the stone plate and other stones, and each time they were rubbed, they crumbled and turned into powder.

gag drama.

gag drama.

Chester strained the veins in his forearm and ground the peppers delicately, slowly, and finely to make red pepper powder.

At first, it was red pepper powder that maintained the form of crushed red pepper, but each time it was repeatedly ground on a stone plate, it gradually lost its shape.

Chester, who had grinded the peppers so carefully to make coarse-grained pepper powder, carefully brought out a clay pot.

Chester Put the carefully ground red pepper powder into a small bowl that fits in the palm of your hand.

After adding just enough chili powder, Chester quickly ran his index finger through the mound of mud he had made beside his feet.

After carefully applying a little mud with the tip of your index finger to the rim and inside of the bowl, take another bowl and press the two bowls together.

When the bowl seemed to stick together by pressing it, he picked up a little bit of the mud pile with his index finger and carefully covered the area where the two bowls met with mud.

Chester, who glued the two bowls together with mud inside and out, looked carefully at the finished red pepper powder bomb.

‘… … great.’

It was really hard to make.

The most difficult thing was to make the bowl thin so that when Chester threw it, the bowl would break and the red pepper powder inside would come out.

However, compared to the effort put into thin dishes, there are too many failures.

So, Chester chose a different route.

Make the bowl a little thicker.

Instead, after baking the thick bowl, it is thinned on a stone plate.

That made things a lot easier, and I was able to make more chili powder bombs than I first thought.

Chester carefully set the finished red pepper powder bomb aside, then took a bowl to make a second red pepper powder bomb.

“Chester!!”

Monia’s loud cry suddenly came in, and her hands were so strong that she shattered the bowl she was holding.

“… … .”

Chester looked at the fragments of the broken bowl in his hands and brushed them off with a sigh.

My palms weren’t hurt, and the red pepper powder bomb I had made wasn’t broken, so I decided not to care.

“Chester!!”

I looked at Monia, who kept calling herself, wondering what was going on.

“Chester!! Here you go! here!”

Monia was holding onto the ladder with one hand and two feet and waving her other arm while calling for Chester.

“I finished the warehouse!”