Okay. Ha!

Hey! Ha!

　In the courtyard, Sister Elinora and Brother Silvio are swinging their swords with their bare hands.

　Just listening to Elinora's spirited voice and the wooden sword that makes a sound that cuts through the air is pleasant to hear.

　The ponytail, swaying energetically, is fun to watch.

　Elinora sister is training with Nord Dad to become a knight and mixes in with the vigilante training. She says she's got a great talent with a sword, and she's been able to strike with the captain of the vigilante group.

　Next to me, Brother Silvio's swing is often corrected by Father Nord, who repeatedly corrects Brother Silvio's swing and repeats the swing.


　Silvio's brother is usually seen reading and studying. I haven't asked him, but maybe in the future he's a civil servant or the successor to the Slowlet family?

　He doesn't seem to like the sword very much, but he recognizes that it's an important technique to protect himself, and he works on it vigorously without cutting corners.

　However, even though he is a man, he is only six years old. His body isn't ready yet, so he can't push himself.

　When Nord Dad approaches, Brother Silvio sets down his wooden sword and listens with a coy nod of some kind of advice.

　It looks like Brother Silvio's practice for today is over.

　If I become six years old, will I be made to pretend too?

　On the other hand, speaking of me, recently I've been practicing spatial magic while increasing the amount of magic power on my own.

　I've learned to transfer over a reasonable distance, and when I find a favorite spot, I burn an image in my mind so that I can transfer at any time.

　It's not an enemy, such as Saara, who is already my pursuer.

　But for some reason, Elinora's ability to track me is rapidly increasing and threatens my peace. I've already found four of my favorite places out of six, and there's no end in sight.

　Since I've been transferred, I shouldn't have perfect footing, but they come wobbling over to me, saying things like "I feel like I'm over here".

　I've extended the distance by transferring over a long distance, but Elinora's sister is also expanding her search area by riding her horse.

　It's already a game of weasel words.
　Is that it? I wonder if Sister Elinora is a bear or something that makes me want to chase after me as I run away?


What are you doing, Al?

　Mother Erna sits next to me as I sit in a daze, looking at the garden.

'I was just watching your sister Elinora and brother Silvio practice, okay?

Oh, does Al want to practice?

'No, it's not. It's best to live slowly and peacefully now.

'Al, you really like to take it easy!

　The line might have been a little old-fashioned.

　Mother Erna has her usual smiling face, but she seems to be smiling a little bit.

　Well, my parents are generous, so I guess it's okay.

'Al has always loved magic books since he was a baby, but isn't he interested in magic?

'I do like magic, I read and practice it sometimes.

　I do my best every day to enrich the world around me.

Then your mother will teach you how to do it, okay? I can use some of it, you know?

I got it! Mother Erna is so confident that she can do it.

'Okay,'

　I don't know how much magic Mother Erna can do, but I'm sure there's something to be gained from it, so I decided to ask her to tell me.


'Aloo! Let's go play!

　I wonder if the morning's training is over, and a sweaty Elinora sister comes running up to me.

　Seeing Elinora as usual, Father Nord and Mother Erna are smiling at her.

'Make sure you're sweating and hydrated first.

I'm going to the river and I'll be fine!

No. Just flush it at home.

What?

You can't do that. It's a girl.

Okay. Okay, Al, let's go after lunch! Just wait and see!

　Elinora sister running towards the mansion without confirming my reply.

　........I didn't say I was going.

'Elinora really loves Al, doesn't she?

　I didn't know when it was coming, Nord Dad.
　I didn't hear any footsteps. Assassins.

You're right. I'm going to go a little bonkers!

　Mother Erna has a smiling expression on her face that doesn't seem jealous at all.

　But I know. Mother Erna and Father Nord always surround us with their gentle smiles, but when they're angry, both of them are terrifying.

　Erna is still smiling and quietly angry, and she pursues the bad points in the same voice she always has. She's still smiling as usual, but the only thing she's holding is fear.


　And Dad Nord says nothing, his eyes narrowing more than usual. Unlike Nord's father, who usually pats you gently on the head, his aggressive attitude is quite frightening, and there's a gap between the two of them.

　If you are angry at two people like this at the same time, that's just amazing. I was watching them closely, but even I, who is about 30 years old mentally, would be a little scared.

　By the way, it was Sister Elinora who was scolded.

Al, let's have lunch.

Yes, Mother.

What?

　I'll try not to really piss you off.





　Woo-hoo!


　After lunch, Elinora's sister brought me to the river.

　I always think that the river in the village of Koliat is very clean. If you scoop up the water by hand, it's commercial mineral water! It's so clear. Not to mention the taste. I almost shouted that the water in Koliat is the best in the world.

　The water in the upper reaches of the river is so clear that even the villagers often come to get it.


　And we are currently in a place between the upper and middle of the river.

'So? What are you doing?

　As I say this, I throw a rock into the river.

　As expected of a three-year-old. It doesn't fly at all.

"Hmmm, what am I gonna do?

　Please don't let a three year old swim in the river without a floatation ring. Otherwise, it looks fine.

　This time I gather my magic power into my arms and drain the water.


　Pasha! Pasha! Pasha! Splash!

　I didn't know the last part in detail, but I think I bounced seven or eight times.

　I heard that the person who set the world record was 51-dan.
　I wonder what kind of person threw it.

'Ah! Al, what is that? Interesting!

You mean the draining?

'Yes! The one that just bounced off the stone!

　I try to drain the water again.

　Elinora's sister's eyes light up when she sees this, and she throws it, mimicking my throw.

　Jovon! Javon!

Why don't you bounce?

　He happily grabbed a nearby stone and threw it away.

'I'd rather have a more flimsy rock than one that looks so round and heavy, you know?

　Sister Elinora picks up a thin, flat-shaped stone and throws it at him.

　BASH! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Ba-sha-sha.

　I'm already doing it, and I'm better at it than I am. I'm sure Elinora is very good at moving her body.

　I'm not sure if she's bored or not, but Elinora came over after about ten minutes.

You're bored with it? Do you want to go fishing?

I'll swim with you! I strike first to make sure he doesn't say.

'What? Fishing is so still and boring.

　We were kids who didn't know how to fish.
　We were kids, weren't we?

Let's go eat some fish.

'Yes! Then I'll go and borrow some tools!

　Fast. They're on their way back to the compound.

　If they catch it, they'll eat it on the spot, and I'll get some salt from the kitchen.

　Salt is very valuable, and Bartolo is very picky.

　If they find it, they can share it with me this time instead of teaching me how to make okonomiyaki.

　With that in mind, I went to the kitchen of the mansion, no.
　There may be others in the kitchen, so I transition to the food storage room.


　I transition to the kitchen room, which is a little dimly lit, and I head to the kitchen.

　Then I see a large man moving suspiciously in the corner of the kitchen.

''Heh, it finally arrived.''

　What is it, Bartolo? I thought you were a pervert.

　Bartolo doesn't seem to have noticed me, and seems to be in a good mood, rubbing his cheek against some small jar.

　Am I the only one who has a feeling that his happy smile looks to me like a fierce predator that has found its prey?

''What's wrong?''

'Nope, the sugar I asked for from the other day finally came. I used my old handlers and got some to share.

　Bartolo speaks flippantly with a fierce smile.

''Heh, well, we'll have to share it with everyone~''

'Hmmm, no, no, no. This is something I've been looking forward to. I'm sorry to tell Nord, but I'm going to use it for research~

Oh, I see. Then people will eat you if they find out.

'Yes! So this is a secret!

　Bartolo is brought back to reality by my words and replies with a crisp expression.

"..........


'Father Nord! Mother Erna! Sarra~!

'Oops! Boy, no, Master Alfried is the wrong man.

　Bartolo is fast as if he used transfer magic and crosses over my shoulders while crouching.

　It's a terrifyingly fast and smooth arm movement.
　It's as if I'm squaring my shoulders with my best friend who has been my best friend for decades.

　I've never seen such skill and precision, which doesn't bother me with the difference in height.


'What's the matter with you? Bartolo?

　In a purely childish way, I ask Bartolo, "Are you kidding me?

'The joke's on you, sir.

She taps me gently on the shoulder as if to say, "You know your habits~".

　It's just a poorly executed threat, but it's a threat. If push comes to shove, she might try to use her thick, log-like arm to break my neck.

　Bartolo, you can't be too careful.

"Bartolo, your arm is too heavy, get off me!


Don't say that~. Hey, aren't we friends?" (Don't say that! d*mn you, kid! Only at times like this do you act like a child. You won't even be able to negotiate if you back away from this arm!)


Haha! Hahahahaha.

'Haha! Hahahaha.


What are you two laughing about?

　And the one who came into the kitchen room was Sarla.

　Of all things, Sarla is the least flexible of all the maids.

　If this was Meena or something like that, you could have fooled her or fed her and kicked her out, but that's not the case with Sarra.

　It's possible that Sarra has a keen sense of intuition and a huge sweet tooth, and it's quite possible that Sarra will sniff out the sugar.

　I glance over to Bartolo.

　The maids have turned Bartolo's face blue, as if imagining them taking the sugar from him.

'Mr. Bartolo, you don't look very pale, do you?'

No, I'm fine. Ha ha ha.

'Really? Well, that's okay, but I'm here today to check on the ingredients.

'Yes, yes! Why? I can do it all by myself, okay?

Mr. Bartolo must have stocked up on additional wheat and other ingredients to make the spaghetti, right?

Oh.

　Bartolo you're digging your own grave.

　I guess you didn't have a choice, Bartolo. Let's owe you a little debt of gratitude.

Hey! Sarra. I'm here to find a fishing rod, where is it?

　As I follow up, Bartolo's face quickly regains its liveliness.

"If it's a fishing rod, I'm sending Meena to the shed because Elinora-sama asked you earlier, right?

　Tsk! That's why you're such a good, hard-working woman!

　Bartolo, on the other hand, has a momentary glimmer of hope, but his despair is great.
　Bartolo is already crumbling like it's the end of the world.

　........yes!

　I casually move a little closer to the chair at an angle that Saara can't see with me as a wall.

　Then I touch the wooden bowl on the chair.


　Curran! Curran! Caracalla!

　Then I hear a sound as if something fell from the hallway.

'What is that sound? I'm going to go check it out a bit.

　Saara spins on her heel and walks out of the kitchen.

'Hurry up and hide Bartolo,'

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

　Bartolo promptly hides the jar of sugar under the floor in response to my words.

　I don't know how you opened that place....


Can I have some of that? And I'll take some salt.

Oh, yeah.

　With that, I put a little salt in a small jar and left the kitchen.



　Later, when we hosted a pancake party with jam, the sweet smell of it wafted throughout the mansion and was soon discovered.

　All I can say is that Bartolo cried about how it happened.

　Later, I was kind of pissed off too. Mostly at Saara and the maids, and also at Mother Erna.

I'm afraid of women.