540 - - 五百三十八话 雪の大精霊

The scouting for an intermediate snow spirit failed due to a lack of agreement on his abilities. Unable to give up on the Snow Floating Island project, I asked Sylphy to introduce me to a spirit with no problems in terms of ability, but who seemed to have a problem in terms of personality.

"Wow, she lives in a place like this?　No, is it natural for a snow spirit?"

I told the contracted spirits and my disciples that I was leaving, and flew out of paradise with Sylphy.

On the way out, Belle and her friends begged me to go with them, but I asked them to stay at home because they were now intensely addicted to playing in the snow, and it would be out of control if I took them to a place where it snows.

So we came to a place ...... that should be in the middle of a big mountainside on another continent across the sea ...... whose name we don't know.

I can't be sure because the blizzard was blowing so hard that I couldn't see the surroundings well, but I guessed it was the middle of the mountain.

Well, it doesn't matter if it's the middle of the mountain or not, because it's covered with snow when we crossed the sea and entered this continent.

But still, the weather is bad. If Sylphy hadn't been using the wind to block the snow and cold air, I probably would have already been tickled.

If this blizzard is the work of spirits, I guess no one should go near it.

"What a pain in the ass!"

Sylphy lightly waved her right hand, and the blizzard, which had been raging furiously, instantly quieted down. The snow was still falling, so it seemed to have interfered with the wind and only stopped the wind.

"Sylphy. Are there snow spirits living in that cave?"

When the wind stopped blowing, we had some visibility and spotted a cave ahead.

"Yes, that's right. Yuta will handle the negotiations and I won't do anything. Is that all right with you?"

Sylphy seems to be very reluctant to talk to the snow spirit.

I gathered some information from Sylphy before I came here, but she seems to be quite moody, so I guess their personalities don't match.

I'm worried that the trump card of alcohol won't work so well, but we've come this far, so we have to do it.

"I know. I'll negotiate."

But you could use a little help, you know?

"Okay, let's go inside."

"What?　Can I come in without permission?"

I don't want to trespass and put you in a bad mood, do I?

"I called inside with the wind, but they ignored me. You can wait here if you want, but who knows when we'll see each other again?"

You have a lot of nerve ignoring Sylphy.

"Let's, uh, ...... go inside."

For a moment I think about changing my mood and coming out, but it seems hopeless, so I give up and go inside the cave.

"...... What's that?　Why is the snow getting into the cave?　I thought, "But it's the work of spirits, isn't it?"

I thought it was strange that snow was coming in at the entrance and exit, or at least to the place where I had walked a fair distance, but spirits like to have their attributes close at hand. I guess it is the same for snow spirits.

Am I the only one who thinks that it would be better to be outside instead of in the cave?

Going deeper into the cave, we found ourselves in a large space.

It was faintly bright despite being in a cave, and it was covered with snow. I expected it to be covered with snow, not to mention the light, so I was fine with it.

It is fine, but there are a number of things that are not fine.

Inside the cave, there are countless short snow columns, on which are decorated the pelts of various supposed demons.

A genie exhibiting furs?　A genie who seems to have little desire for anything but alcohol?　Ruby and her friends have a hobby of cooking utensils, so maybe it's something like that?

"...... snow spirit, you're not here."

Well, if he's not home, he can't reply. I thought it was great that he ignored Sylphy, but it makes sense.

"Yes, she's here. Look on that polar bear's fur.

In the direction Sylphy pointed, ...... there is indeed the fur of a white bear (with head and limbs). I am not sure if it is a white bear or not, but I guess it is a white bear pelt.

What?　All I have is fur, okay?"

On top of the fur.

"On?"

On the fur...... yeah, there's something on it if you pay attention. A white cat with a firmer, black speckled pattern...... that?

"Sylphy. Didn't you say the snow spirit was a giant snow leopard?"

"You've seen Lord Wind in his smaller form, right? That one."

"I see. ...... Why?"

This is, so to speak, the home of the Great Spirit of Snow. Why do they go to the trouble of making it smaller?

"You said the smaller you are, the more you can rummage around on the fur as much as you want."

"I see. ...... Well, what shall we do?"

"I don't know. Yuta, you go for it."

Sylphy doesn't really want to get involved. Well, let's talk to her anyway.

She's so cute! And her fat paws convince me that she's a snow leopard, not a cat.

Convincing, but cute. Why are feline animals so cute when they are young?

A cute snow leopard cub curls up its fuzzy, fluffy body and sleeps comfortably. ...... I can't wake it up. ...... Oh no, no, no, this genie is a great genie, not a child at all.

Let's be brave and wake her up.

"Excuse me. Wake up, wake up."

What kind of person goes into a house without permission and wakes you up when you're asleep?　......Well, it's no wonder we've come this far. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to wake up.

The snow leopard's body doesn't move at all, so I call out to him, shaking his body. Its fluffy fur feels so nice.

"Nya?　...... what are you, who are you?"

If it's a nya......, does a ...... snow leopard also <?　She's so cute!

"Well, it's nice to meet you. My name is Yuta. I'm here today to talk to the Great Spirit of Snow.

"A story?　What do you mean "talk"? ...... You!　You're human!　Why are you here, human?　How can you talk to me?

Oh, suddenly the character has changed and the ending is no longer <.

And they are extremely cautious. I'm sure Sylphy will protect me, but I'm afraid of being attacked, so I've got to clear up this misunderstanding as soon as possible!

I mean, the atmosphere has changed too much. It's just plain scary.

"Oh, um, haven't you ever heard of this?　I heard that a person who can talk to spirits and touch them appeared, and I met with the spirit kings and had a sanctuary built. ......"

"...... Hmm, I think I heard someone come in here and say something like that."

That, that's me.

Good, he only seems to be vaguely aware of it, but he knows it.　

"I see. ......"

The snow spirit seemed to be satisfied with the situation, and she curled up in a ball.

"Um..."

"What?"

"Why do you put the at the end of the word?"

Perhaps this is not the right time to ask, but I couldn't help but be curious. If the <> disappears in surprise, then the <> must be an afterthought.

"I change the endings and make them prettier, so fewer people will give me trouble."

...... isn't that just because the spirits around you are drawn to the way you are acting mockingly even though you are a great spirit?

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, snow spirit, don't sleep. I haven't finished my story yet.

I'm tired of being surprised today. I'm tired of being surprised today.

With that, the Great Spirit of Snow closed his eyes. I know it's farmed, not natural, but it's still cute.

Now I understand a little more why Sylphy doesn't like it.

This genie is a home guard with a cat-like temperament. He hates trouble, and for that reason he doesn't hesitate to add "" at the end of words.

He is the type of cat who refuses to do anything except what he wants to do.

Oh no, it's going to be difficult to get him to even listen to me before I can persuade him.

"And anyway, here you go!

A glass of spirits is placed on the tip of the cat's nose after she has closed her eyes. It seems that there is something more important than alcohol, but he does not dislike alcohol, so it must be effective.

The great spirit of snow moves his nose and opens his eyes.

"Can I drink this?

"Here you go."

"Thank you."　

Holding a glass with both hands, the Great Spirit of Snow gulps down the drink in a cute gulp. She may look cute, but what she's drinking is a very strong distilled spirit.

"Kuha! This is good!　I want more!"

Perhaps surprised by the spirits, his gesture became old man-like.

"Will you listen to me while I drink?"

I wish I could invite him to my base and tell him that we can drink a lot of this alcohol, but with the current atmosphere, I think I could ......, but it's probably impossible.

I'm drinking, but I'm not leaving my fur.

I knew it, but it's hard for me to do so, since the alcohol, which is supposed to be a special effect for spirits, is only a conversation item.

"...... I have no choice, I'll listen to you."

He seems to listen, so I take out a keg of spirits.

"Yuta, give me some too."

Even Sylphie joined the fray.

"Sylphy was there too? What's going on?

He seems to have noticed Sylphy by now.

"I'm Yuta's chaperone, so don't worry about me."

"Is that so?　......Well, whatever."

Let's just make them drink as much as we can to make them feel good and get their word for it.

I'm a bit nervous about scouting, but as long as it snows, I have no problem, so I'll keep on going.

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"I'm not interested!"

After giving them plenty of alcohol and snacks and presenting the merits of the project to them, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I seriously want to punch him in the face.

......It's no use trying to argue the merits of the cat-like temperament, because they will deny it based on their moods.

With this kind of person, you can't have a conversation if you don't get their interest.

According to the information from Sylphy and from the condition of the Great Spirit of Snow, there is no doubt that she is very particular about lounging around and sleeping.

Then, that is where we should attack ...... bedding or .......

I don't know anything about low resilience materials or how they work. I heard that water beds were popular a long time ago,...... but you have to look for a leather that can be filled with water, and moreover, in such a cold place, it is likely to freeze.

So, that's the only way to go.

But I think they are made of plastic.

Hmmm, even if plastic is impossible, we might be able to make nomos by substituting some other material.

Let's try .......

If you care about bedding, you can't escape from the magic of Yobo, even if it's a copycat. I'll make this snow spirit fall with a cushion of the type that ruins people.

"You are obsessed with bedding, aren't you, Great Spirit of Snow?"

"Ah."

A surprised voice is heard from Sylphy, who had been drinking in silence. His face looks like he is saying, "Yuta, you have done it.

"Oh, you want to ask me?　Well, I'll tell you.

The face of the Great Spirit of Snow looks like a nerd's when he finds someone with whom he can talk about his nerdy hobbies.

I see, I've hit a switch I shouldn't have. The Great Spirit of Snow has started bragging about his fur.

When will I be able to talk to him again?