The next morning. Maybe it's because Nord Dad and Erna's mom are also into skiing, but I was at Ehrman's workshop with them to take their orders.

　Thanks to this, I was able to avoid today's mountain skiing trip with Elinora's sister, but it wasn't an avoidance as the whole family ended up going together.

　I mean, what was the point of me coming along when Ehrman had already done the design?

'Mr. Nord!　And Lady Erna!　How the hell did you do today?

　After all, it would have a different impact and meaning if the lord's son and daughter were coming and the lord and his wife were coming.

　Ehrman rushes over in a great hurry.

　The villagers who were crowding in naturally clear the way, and the artisans who were working on the project involuntarily stop their hands.

　I'm just walking along with them, but it's refreshing to see everyone clearing the way.

　Is this what the aura of a lord is all about? After all, the power of the second son and the first daughter is completely different.

I'm sorry for barging in on you at such a busy time.

No, no, no, not at all.

　Mom Erna talks to me with a perfectly outgoing smile, and Erman looks completely horrified.

　Maybe it's because the beautiful man is right in front of me, but it's not too much of an oppressive feeling.

'I wanted you to make some skis for Al's idea today. Can you make some for me and Erna too?

Well I understand. And I was going to pay you all together later for part of the proceeds. I apologize for the delay in reporting to you.

　Oh, come to think of it, this is my idea of a game, and since it's in the form of a product, it's only natural for us to have some revenue coming in.

　I had just made it just a few days ago and I hadn't thought about the business at all, so I had forgotten all about it.

　As I came to my senses, Erna's mother smiled at me.

　I guess she meant that even if you're playing around, you should keep those things in check.

　I was wondering why I had to follow her when Ehrman would make it exactly right, but this is what happened.

'No need to apologize. You can see from the inside of the workshop that they were busy moving suddenly. On the contrary, I'm sorry for always getting you involved all of a sudden.

No, no, thank you for your consideration. Now, let me get my measurements right away.

　It was my fault for not putting it together tightly, and Ehrman was stuck making orders for me and sister Elinora.

　I knew that, so I don't blame him, but rather, Father Nord, who knows how to deal with it in a gentle manner.

　That's what I'm talking about. If I had a boss who understood me like this, it must have been easy to work in a previous life.

　Dad to Rael. Nord's father has Rael and Elna's mother has Lou take her measurements.

　The two who came later are given priority to work, but since they are the lord and his wife, no one will complain about them.

　But I'm bored, having come as a chaperone. I've already explained about the skis to Ehrman beforehand, so there's no need to interfere.

　I didn't want to be inside the bizarre workshop too much, so I went outside to get some air.

　The air outside is cold, unlike inside the workshop, which is warmed by the mages. But the difference in temperature felt good.

　While I was in a daze looking at the pure white snowy landscape, a villager who seemed to be a hunter came out of the forest.

　His dog is walking beside him. He is a Siberian Husky-like dog. His muffled black-and-white fur and his long, slender tail are adorable.

''Alfried-sama. Hello.''

　The hunter notices me staring at the dog and comes to greet me.

'Hello. Did you catch your quarry?

We had to look around, but we didn't find anything.

After all, the animals aren't moving when it's this cold--I mean, ugh.

"Woof!

　As I was having this conversation, the dog lunged at me, trying to get me to pay attention, and pushed me down.

　As the snow pushes me down with a bobble, the dog's face is covered by the snow, and I'm quickly flattened.

　And I'll be flattened in an instant.

'Oh, it's a little blurry!

　It pushes back the mopey body to counteract it, but it's only a hound, and it's moderately powerful.

　It's quite heavy. This guy is heavier than me, isn't he?　It's a subtle pinch.

　As I'm left to do as I'm told, the hunter finally pulls me away.

"Thank you.

I'm sorry. I'm just a kid. Hey, you can't just push people around like that.

　The dog is pissed off at his owner, the hunter, and is shuffling around.

　It's foul to call it an animal because it's so adorable even with a face like that.

'What's his name?'

Oh, my name's Nicole.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask. What's this dog's name?

Oh, there you are!　This one is a lug.

　I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm embarrassed by the exchange now.

　Nicole tells me the dog's name with a blush on her face.

'Come on, Lug,'

　I bent down a little and said that, and Ragu came over to respond immediately.

　Unlike before, this time he was properly poised, so there's no need to worry about him being pushed down unceremoniously.

　However, she's a rambunctious girl who throws herself against my body, rubs her head against me, and jumps around me.

　Even if you try to mooch your body, it's difficult because you can't catch its movements.

''You're ... moving too much.''

Apparently, we're not moving fast enough. There was no prey to chase this time.

　He couldn't run as hard as he wanted because he didn't have a rogue prey. Maybe I'm incomplete in the rug.

　That said, I'm not aggressive enough to go along with the rug and let it dissipate, and I don't feel like I can keep up with it when I see the tension bouncing around in front of me.

　I'm trying to figure out a way to get the rug running around and still make it easy for me.

　Then I come up with something I can do because it's the season.

'Yes. Let's do dogsledding.

Are you a dogsled?

　As Nicole tilts her head, I use my earth magic to make a big sled.

　I'm the only one who can sit comfortably, and the legs are like a ski board so that the rug can easily pull me up.
There is.

　You've got the experience of building skiing and snowboarding alive.

'Perhaps you'll have the rug pull this one?

'That sort of thing. Do you have a string to lead the rug or something?

Yes.

　Nicole gives me a leash to attach to my collar and I strap it to the rug and sled.

　Then I sit down comfortably on the sled and shout with authority.

Okay, Lug. Run!

..........

　But the rug won't start running.

　I'm quite embarrassed that I just pointed my finger at him and ordered him loudly.

'Um, excuse me. You'll have to allow me to do it.

"...as expected of a hound. You are well trained in this area.

　You're in the habit of pushing people down without permission, but you're firm on that.

　The rug is a hound, for one thing. I'm not a fan of the dogs and cats around here.

　When I pulled myself together, I asked Nicole to give me a command.

"Rags, go!

"One!

　The rug barks and starts to run, and my sled proceeds to be pulled by it.

'Whoa!　It's faster than I thought it would be!

　It's a different feeling than skiing or snowboarding in the snow. The lug's powerful run pulls the sled down the snow-covered road.

　One dog can only pull up to roughly the same weight as you are.

　The rug is big and definitely weighs more than I do, so it seems to be able to pull one dog with ease.

　The sled slides and a nice breeze caresses my skin - or maybe this is a little cold.

　The wind is surprisingly fast and the wind is cold against my face and ears. It's still bearable, but I regret a little bit that I should have worn a good hat and ear protection.

　Still, it's comfortable to just sit and go.

'There's nothing like moving around under someone else's power,'

　Just recently, I've moved around a lot in transition and I feel the pain. No matter how convenient the power is, it's a pain in the ass to move around by myself.

　I feel like the most desirable thing to do is to sit like this and say that I'm moving on my own, or that I'll get where I want to be.

　This is what I think about as I look at the rug's pretty tail wagging in front of me.

'We're pretty far away. It's time to get back--oh.

　Quite far from the workshop I realized. The rug only listens to Nicole.

　So that means I can't stop on my own, right?　Could it be that I'm going to have to keep running until I get the rug off my back?　

Nicolou!　Help me!　They won't stop at my command!

　I immediately asked Nicole for help.