16-Chapter 1-14 Prelude to the disaster

It had been about two years since the king had come to inspect the village of Kukri, and the season had arrived in spring.

One thing that had changed in the past two years was that the Haust Frontier Count had established a garrison near the village of Kukri, and soldiers and doctors had arrived.

At first, the villagers welcomed the arrival of the soldiers, but the majority of the soldiers were badly behaved and arrogant, and soon the villagers and the soldiers were at odds with each other.

One of the reasons for this was the establishment of a no-go zone in the forest.

There were many objections to this area because it was close to the village, where there were many good medicinal herbs and it was relatively safe, but the decision was made by the head of the soldiers who were dispatched to the area, ignoring the opinions of the villagers.

In addition, some of the soldiers began to collect medicinal herbs and sell them to the troop's traders for pocket money.

This created a clear divide between the villagers and the soldiers.

There are many former adventurers who are more adept at dealing with demons than soldiers, so it's no wonder that the income and medicine stockpiles are depleted because of the soldiers.

"Mother, we have a lot of herbs!

I've been working hard these days on gathering medicinal herbs.

Because of the soldiers, the village's stock of medicines has been decreasing.

I'm in charge of gathering the herbs, because I can fly farther in a short time, while Mom and Grandpa are in charge of mixing the herbs and Dad is in charge of hunting.

I would occasionally ask him to teach me how to mix the herbs, and I would help him do it myself, so I learned a lot about medicine.

Good work. Wasn't it hard to get all this stuff?

But it's actually not that hard, since you can use your search and appraisal skills.

Without paying any attention to my vague answer, she receives the herbs and goes back to work.

When my father returned, he would stop mixing the herbs and start preparing dinner.

One day, while my father was busy, my mother fell ill.

Fortunately, she had a stockpile of medicines and they went away, but her strength did not return and she spent many days in bed.

We left the village to go digging for yams, hoping to get something nourishing and tonic and good for the digestion.

However, as we were leaving the village, we were tangled up with some shady soldiers.

"Hey, kid, wait a minute,

You're a big hoarder of herbs, aren't you? Give it to us.

I was going to ignore them and walk past them, but they grabbed me by the shoulders.

I tried to ignore them, but they grabbed me by the shoulders.

I take the hand on my shoulder and twist it off, knocking him to the ground and knocking him unconscious.

'What the hell are you doing, you little brat!

The other one was furious, and he hit me, but I didn't relent.

Secret technique, son killer!

And then he delivered the forbidden blow.

I used my flight to fly to the place I wanted to go, with the soldiers collapsing in agony.

To be honest, I felt I overdid it, but I didn't feel good about them either, so I called it self-defense.

Once we found the yams at our destination, we immediately set to work.

First, I used soil magic to turn the soil around the yam into sand.

Next, he dug up the yams and took them out, being careful not to break them.

Finally, I wash it with water magic and use fire magic to bake the bearded roots of the potato and put it into the magic bag.

That's all.

In about two hours, I was able to get five yams about a meter long.

Magic really comes in handy when in a previous life it could take more than two hours just to dig one of these yams.

Most yams in this world have a consistency midway between yam and yam, and are good for nourishment and digestion, but they are not often eaten in the cities.

It is generally eaten by slicing them into rounds and baking them, or cutting them into small pieces and using them as a soup ingredient.

At my house, we grate it and season it over rice (not a mainstream food, but it's grown in Japan), or make a soup of thinly sliced slices and drink it.

It was my idea, of course.

In our world, there was no custom to pour this over rice, but now it is spreading secretly in Kukuri village.

By the way, since most of the rice is like indica rice, they boil it rather than cook it.

We hunted rabbits and marbled fowl and put them in our bags while growing yams.

When I returned to the village, I got tangled up with soldiers again at the entrance, but I stunned them with the lightning magic 'stun'.　

It was self-defense, so I had no choice.

At night, there's a Shiroumaru that has grown to two meters in length, so if they come to attack, they'll know immediately.

I made dinner, and the menu was rabbit soup with yam yam soup and boiled rice.

Father, mother, grandpa and I surrounded the table, the village had changed, but to my family it was a trivial matter, and we would spend our days happy, surrounded by the same smiling faces we had always had, and I knew that our happiness was now and would continue to grow.

Until disaster struck a month later.