As I spent some time in the dining room slowly talking about Kagura and other things, Tory's Chamber of Commerce came in to carry my bags.

　While floating around in a psychic state, we walked out into the courtyard and saw a row of Tory's Chamber of Commerce carriages. I don't think I've ever seen so many carriages come into the yard of our house before.

　Bartolo, who is in charge of receiving the food, has a dumbfounded look on his face when he sees the carriages lined up.

''Oh, come on, kid. There are carriages going all the way to the outside of the mansion.'

We bought the rice by the hundred kilos.

We can consume the rice at home and I can get the village canteen to work, but I'm worried about everything else.

'It's all right. I've bought mainly the ones that keep well, and I'm sure the village will love the spices.

I hope so.

　Bartolo muttered with a distant look at the luggage being unloaded from one carriage after another.

　All of these would have to be checked by Bartolo and a few maids alone.

　His job for a while would be owed to checking and organizing the goods.

'But isn't it exciting as a cook when you get a new condiment or ingredient?

'Absolutely!　That's what I call a cook's skill ring!　Give me a hand in cooking Kagura, will you?

Of course!

I responded to Bartolo's words with a good smile as he rolled up his arms, and I quietly moved away from him.

　Then Bartolo's burly arms reached out and grabbed my bedding.

"...what are you doing Bartolo?

'The boy has the magic to move all kinds of inorganic material at will, right?　With all this stuff, we ain't done before nightfall. Help me get it done.

'No. I'm going to spend the rest of the day lounging around. Let me go.

　I don't know what Mother Erna or Tory have blown up in my head, but I'm not going to be treated like a handyman like that.

　I'm still recovering from the fatigue of the trip and the sore muscles.

　What I need to do now is not to help you, but to sleep.

If you don't mind, I'm going to rip this duvet off and poke you all over.　Boy, you have sore muscles now, don't you?

Hi, not fair!

　Crap!　The psychic telekinesis makes it impossible to move, even if you try to force yourself to move, due to Bartolo's firm grip on the futon. You're a cook, but you're wasting a magnificent grip on me.

　In the end, I was threatened by Bartolo and had to use my psychic to carry my stuff to the mansion's pantry.

　I knew that, but the efficiency of a person carrying one piece at a time is completely different from carrying it all at once with magic.

　The goods brought in by Tory's Chamber of Commerce were gone in the blink of an eye.

　As soon as Bartolo and the maids went to check the goods that were stored in one go, my job was done.

'Al!　Do you have a minute?

　I was just about to go back to my room and take a quick nap when I was approached by Dad Nord with Tory in tow.

　Tory and Nord-Dad must have had a table tennis meeting earlier in the day, but what was the problem?

What?

I was explaining to you about ping-pong, but I'm sorry to say it's hard to explain without showing you the real thing, but could you make me a ping-pong table?

　Hearing Tory's words as he comes forward to say it makes sense.

　Indeed, it would be hard to understand from Nord Dad, who didn't know any better, if he was told to play ball on a platform or something.

　I've spent too much money at Kagura without permission, and I'm going to throw the whole thing to Nord Dad in the middle anyway. You need to know what it's like to be a part of it.

Okay, I'll make it now.

Thank God!　Yeah, I've got the cork ball and racket, so it's okay!

　You were going to show them the real thing from the beginning to convince them. Good preparation.

　With that in mind, I psych my way to the front door of the mansion.

'Why don't you make it here?'

This is a game to be played indoors. If you want to try it out, it's better to do it indoors.

　We're going to try to play ping-pong anyway. It's better to play it indoors than to play it outside. A cork ball or something will fall off and get smeared with dirt.

　In the inn, it was originally played indoors though it was built in the garden to avoid the landlady and Sanosuke.

We'll use this empty room for now.

Yeah, they don't have anything in there and it's not a problem.

　There are quite a few vacant rooms on the ground floor. I've decided to use one of them this time.

　After getting permission from Nord Dad, I open the door with a psychic and go inside.

　The interior of the room is no different than a waiting room. Instead, there's no furniture or other decorative objects, and the room is clean enough for the maids to have cleaned it, which is a bleak sight.

　I'm not going to be able to get the same thing done. He nodded with satisfaction.

　With a sullen look in his eyes, I psychically open the window in the room and change the air.

It's a good thing that you're able to use your magic really well. There aren't many people who can use such delicate magic in their lives.

'If we make wider use of that, I think our future is secure...'

　I use magic to enrich my life. I don't want to take on the tedious task of using it for the benefit of others.

　I don't want to take on such a tedious task as using it for others.　I've heard that others can't use this kind of magic, even though there are so many uses for it all around us. I'm not sure why.

　It's a good idea to be able to use it.

　It's enough to have this much space, so I immediately activated my earth magic indoors.

　I used the image of the ping-pong table I made in Kagura to make a ping-pong table.

　As I build the table tennis table, my father touches it with interest.

"Do you want to play against each other on this table?

'Yes!　I'm going to use this racket!

　Tory hands me a racket and prompts me to take my place and Dad Nord takes his position.

　Hmm, it's a little strange to see Dad Nord holding his ping-pong racket.

　Tory also took his own racket and took his position with great enthusiasm.

'Well then, I'm going to hit this cork ball and I'm going to hit it back with that racket, okay?

Um, yeah, I get it.

　Dad Nord replies, and Torrie gently hits the cork ball.

　The cork ball comes to his position, and Nord-Dad is puzzled as he hits it with his racket, but the racket is facing outward.

　But because the racket was facing outward, the cork ball fell off the table instead of entering Torrie's position.

'Ach, that's a mistake. That's one score for me.

'Nah, I see. The one who didn't make a mistake by hitting each other like this would get the points...

　Tory's words were muttered in agreement by Dad Nord.

　Oh, this doesn't sound like a bad reaction from Nord Dad.

'Let's go again, shall we?

Yes, please.

　As Tory said this, Dad Nord began to look more serious than he did at first.

　Instead of standing upright, he seems to be bending forward to observe Torrie's movements.

　Then Torrie hit the first pitch again.

　Then Nord Dad was able to return it neatly to Torrie's position without sending it outside this time.

　Torrie was surprised by this, but returned the ball gently again. Nord's dad threw that back to him as well.

　Hmmm, that's an athletic father. He seems to be able to return the ball to an easy forehand course.

　The rally is still going on, although he hasn't managed to sink the ball as expected.

'That's what I'm talking about, Mr. Nord!　Then how about a backhand over here?

Ugh!

　As expected of Nord's father, his backhand was difficult to hit, and he did his best just to hit it.

　The cork ball that hit the racket flew upward at an angle and rolled across the floor of the room.

　A sword would be able to react to all kinds of trajectories and objects, but that wouldn't be the case with a racket of different usability.

'How do you get it over there?'

　Dad Nord asks, looking at the cork ball on the floor and the racket in turn.

'You either hold the racket differently, or you hold it like you're picking it up and hitting it!

'I see!　If you can afford it, it's no problem to go around and hit it, right?

'Yes!　It's important to read each other!

　Dad Nord seems to be enjoying himself more than ever as he listens to Tory's explanation.

　He's definitely more interested in the game than he was with Reversi, and he seems to be having fun.

　Maybe he's more interested in physical play than sitting down to play a board game.

'Okay, let's do it again then!

Okay!　Whoever gets the first 11 points wins!　Just because you're a nobleman doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you, right?

Don't be afraid. I'll absorb it in a minute!

　While I'm thinking about this, Tory picks up the cork ball and takes off the jacket that Dad Nord was wearing.

　It looks like he's going to start playing ping-pong in earnest.

　This feeling is similar to the situation with Elinora's sister and Erna's mother that was there at the time of Reversi.

　It looks like they've started to do something serious, and I don't think they need me anymore.

'Father Nord, can I go back to my room now?'

Yeah, sure.

　I ask him a question, but he doesn't even look at me and replies.

　I'm not sure if that's a solid answer or not, but I've said my piece and I'm leaving the room.

　As I move down the corridor and go upstairs, Meena and her mother Erna come out from the kitchen, as if they were checking the food.

''........Huh?　Do you hear any buzzing sounds in the spare room?

'You're definitely making a noise. What's it doing?　Let's see.

　With that, I head to the room where Meena and Mother Erna are playing ping-pong.

　Oh, I'm sure they'll all get into ping-pong, just like they did with Reversi.

　Bartolo, who's checking on the food, is going to have a hard time with the reduced manpower.

　I chuckle a little at that and head back to my room.