61 2. What I Can Do (Previous)

"Brave man. I'm here to wake you up."

I don't even wait to get back to you - you're supposed to be asleep, so there can't be a response - but Acorn with a basket of vines walks into Yut's private room.

When it comes to Yut's room, it's a bed-only room that carries only the bed in from Wang Du's house.

Yesterday, Yut, who left to travel (teleport) momentarily to Wangdu, returned at night with a tired face.

Then we held meetings and processed paperwork, and it seemed like it wasn't until late at night that we slept.

Acorns could only be watched because they are not yet in a position to help, but the healing of being woken up by a maid should be able to provide.

Yes, a maid.

"Ugh, fall asleep feeling good"

Place the basket under your feet and observe Yut's sleeping face from the side in a knee-standing position.

What acorns wearing smiling as they poked their childhood friends cheeks sleeping easily in bed was certainly what the world calls maid clothing.

Tailored plain weave silk blouse with apron and large ribbon embellished chest. However, although skirting is a subtle occurrence of self, there is no alternative to that at this time.

"I don't think it's a different world if it's just here."

He strokes Yut's hair with a touch and glances with his hands to wrap his entire face around him.

Unilateral skinship is unfolding while I say I'm here to wake you up, but this has been the case for a long time.

"You kissed me here..."

Finger a point on your cheek and touch your lips like a cherry blossom pinch at your fingertips.

Acorn's cheeks were reddish and his eyes slightly moist.

Just remembering, I get bored.

To be exact, that night, I jumped back into bed and rolled around in the middle of nowhere. Together, I remember it sounding odd.

Embarrassing, glad.

Sometimes expectations, sometimes anxiety strikes me.

But I stepped in.

Once you decide, don't loosen the accelerator.

(This outfit feels different...)

But if Yut would be happy, I guess that would be okay...

"Aka......"

To Yut's bedtime words, Acorn's heart bounces.

Hold your breath and stare at your childhood friend's sleeping face as you eat in.

"... Shea"

- I'm not kidding, I stuck around like a cont.

"... acacia?

A well-positioned acorn turns his sharp gaze toward Yut.

Sleeping happily, childhood friend.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm generous."

Acorn calmed his mind in a dialogue like that of the Great King of Persia, which one day appeared in the movie he saw with Yut.

"Acacia, that sounds like a name for a flower. I mean, a woman."

But...... and I don't jump short circuit here.

Acorn was calm.

Scary enough.

"But from Yut's behavior and surrounding attitude, there's no way I know someone close enough to call his name in his sleep"

Acacia, Acacia.

Aka...... sia......

"What, it's not easy"

Acorn laughed.

It was a full smile.

"Yut, it's time to wake up"

"Huh, oh...... Morning...?

Yuut in the narrow between dreams and reality. The desktop screen is out, but it would be in a state where the hard drive is still moving crisply.

To Yut in such a state, Acorn tended to be gentle in his ear.

"Have you ever been woken up like this by Mr. Alcia?

"Oh......"

There is.

It must have happened.

Dreaming comfortably, Yut nods back.

"You do."

Determination without saying yes or no.

Cold air reminiscent of an avalanche.

"What?

Driven by survival instincts, Yut's eyes, which were half open, are opened.

"I'd like to hear more about it."

"Ah, yes."

Yut, somehow, was seated upright on the bed.

Why is there acorn?

So close.

Why are you dressed like a maid of honor?

No, externally, it's a maid of honor so far, okay?

If I did, I wouldn't have to wear it.

It's not bad.

Haven't you got your head around it or is it a reality escape?

Anyway, the option of rejection was nowhere.

"If you were asleep, would you say that Mr. Arcia was touching my face?"

"What's the situation?"

Close.

Exhale mixed, from acorns - I don't know if it's perfume or shampoo - but it smells slightly better.

"Probably that one. You're blind, so instead, you're touching it and making sure it's targeted thumbing."

"So, did Mr. Alcia scream 'water' or something?

"Sounds like a creative episode, it..."

Seeing how Yut was like that, Acorn got a spear.

I knew from the beginning that there would be nothing. I just didn't think anyone else would do this.

"I'll convince you. What more could it be?

Step away, and circle around there for a spin. My skirt snaps and my healthy calf becomes dewy.

"I'm so glad"

"That's more than anything."

What about that reaction as a person? I decide not to think about it.

If Acorn is satisfied, that's fine.

"Well, what can I do for you?

"Two childhood friends in the morning room. School, isn't it?

"School nah. I'd like to make it early, but the interruptions make my job come in. When I'm done with this job, I'm going to spread soccer to the Brewers and create a future representative of Japan..."

"Good luck with that. So, we were supposed to go out for breakfast together. Both of us."

"Hmm? Oh...... Was it today?

"That's right."

"Sorry."

Apologize small and then finally get out of bed to get fit.

"I don't have a choice. It was late yesterday, wasn't it?

"But this bed is a magic device (magic item) that gives you twice as much sleep. There's no excuse."

"It's a dream item... You know, all over the training ground."

I'll give you a thousand coins.

"It's a dream, but it's another dream."

I can't say enough that people who can pay 5 to 10 million yen in Japanese yen can't be chased in time... but at least, acorns can't help.

"Then get dressed for this. All right, first, cover your face over here."

From the basket I brought in, a robe in my usual uniform. Then they serve hot towels - like thick hand tufted ones, as there is no towel land material - and take care of them worthwhile.

"Was it a repair? It's convenient."

"I'm pretty sure you don't need cleaning."

Exactly. I turned around while dressing, but it's like a skilled couple.

"Okay. Do you want to go for breakfast"

"That's what this is about. It's insane, really."

Acorn grinned bitterly as he looked around at the pages of spell documents unfolding around him.

"Moving Moments (Teleport)"

Close your eyes unexpectedly in the dazzling light.

Really, that's all while.

The next time they opened their eyes, the Yuts stood at the entrance to the village of Kaye, far from the fortress of Falve.

Winter mornings and sunsets are delightful.

As if to take a vibe into his sleeping body, Yut stretched out greatly to receive the sunlight all over his body.

"Uh-huh. Surprise. Where did the air go where we are now?

"I don't know. But that's what I'm thinking, so I can't use the spell."

Answer the acorn half-eyed, exhaling in a cold breath.

The look quickly turned into something sinister though.

"It's cold in that outfit."

I would have looked good if I could have taken my robe off and put it on, but it doesn't work either.

Eventually, he took off his uniform jacket while pinching his undressed robe aside, becoming a far-fetched thing to ask the acorns to weave their own feathers.

"You don't look good, me..."

"Reality is such a thing."

Yes, it was an acorn to give back to Dry, but he seemed happy.

"Well, it's time to go"

Acorn says as he comes up with a fu as he walks all the farm roads lined with winter wheat fields.

Speaking of which, I've never walked outside the city before.

"Ugh. I'm sorry for the lack of liberty."

"It's not like I want to have an adventure. I don't mind."

I wave and deny that I really just somehow thought so.

"I'm not here to travel."

"When you move normally, it takes time."

Arrive at the main entrance of the village, worried about your future life. He greeted the villagers who were turning gatekeepers and proceeded to walk to the village chief's house.

Acorns were circling their eyes on stone walls and moats surrounding the village, but spontaneously exercise their right to remain silent because they are likely to be able to tell the truth that they were made with spells, etc.

Not so long after the Goblins' raid, the village had already regained calm.

None of the villages were fortunate that the wounded did not show up dead when they left.

"Welcome, I've been waiting for you"

The mayor of the village of Rosius in Kaye will greet you in front of the house.

On the side, there was also Glenn Muller, his son and former adventurer.

"Hi, sorry about the morning"

"Terrible."

"Oh, this is the next acorn I hired as a servant"

"It's acorn. Best regards,"

The annoyance of explaining that you are a visitor one way or the guilt of spitting a small lie.

If you put it on the balance, it leans toward the former.

"Please, nothing, but we have breakfast for you."

In the house, Marian, a former adventurer and magician (wizard) who has just become a mother, welcomes the yuts.

The greeting is there too, moving to the table placed in front of the fireplace.

For the first time I saw a "normal house," Acorn just ran his gaze inside the house.

The building I've seen was basically stone built, but this house is wooden. The air is cold because of the low sealing, but the patchy and burning fireplace fire makes me forget it.

"Is there anything wrong after that?

"Thanks to you, you're safe."

Yut and village chief Rosius. Then, Glenn goes on to talk about the raid, stockpiling magic drugs (potions), and visiting Prince Alsace.

(Were you going to leave your successor to your son?

At least, the assistant seems to let it.

Maybe he fought hard during the raids on the Goblins and won his trust.

Next to it, Acorn ran his gaze to a menu arranged on the table.

Some black bread is placed together on a large wooden plate, each with a plate of soup available.

Others, some pork ham, cheese, boiled eggs. Is it a pickling substitute or something like a salt shaken?

"Acorn, eat first"

Instead of being careful, Yut's word is not to shy away because I came for it. Nobody disagrees with that.

"Right. The men are obsessed with talking, so let's have it first."

"... Yes"

Because of the made-to-measure setting, I show you the sauce for once, and then the acorn carries the soup into my mouth with a wooden spoon.

"This is..."

"What's wrong?

"No, it's delicious"

"There's a change, don't hesitate"

Acorn's conscience nodded at Marian the redhead's smile. Somehow, herring pie comes to mind.

In short - not so much as you can't eat - it was unsavory.

In leafy vegetables like cabbage, a soup with beans - lentils? - but muscle tightness and bad texture, and the soup is thick when it tastes good.

In advance, I had heard about the lard in the soup, but I didn't think so much.

The bread is naturally hard, too, and you have to dip it in this soup to eat it.

"Brave man... I resent you..."

It gave rise to grudges against sledding and childhood friends so that no one could hear them, and deluded them by swallowing the cheese.

This is also really inferior to the cheese I ate in Japan.

Seasoning, we'll figure it out.

But the basic material is at this level. That is also confirmed by the taste of vegetables purchased in the market of Falve.

In a true sense, I finally understood.

The food in this world (Brewers) is not very high level.

That breakfast I had the first time I came here.

That was the beginning of unhappiness when I mistakenly thought that was the standard. That's the exception in the exception created by the spell. No, it was the finest dish.

I guess being able to eat that level of food means you get good ingredients too. That's what I thought, so this is what I came to research to use ingredients I could get locally anyway.

I have the financial resources. If it were via Hardenturm, a trading port, most ingredients would be available.

But that will be eaten in the Wang capital, and the royal palace is better with the cook's arms.

"What to do..."

Menu making got up on the reef at the entrance.

In the first place, Yut has always been a better person, but if he could eat even if he didn't like it, he didn't have the luxury to make it.

I deserved to take on in such a childhood friendly mouth truck.

You can call it a fallen weakness.

"I wonder if this is the kind of psychology that makes a hippo man..."

The more we proceeded with the meal, the deeper Acorn's worries only deepened.