We walk through the village square, which is still busy today.

　In the square, Obacha the beautiful ladies are chatting about idle things.

'Oh yes! And I had two refills of spaghetti.

Me too.

My husband ate all my food the other day. Isn't that impossible?

Wow, Mauro, you eat a lot.

I'm a hard loaf of bread. And it's not really possible!

　It seems that ladies everywhere in the world say it's about their husbands and food.

　These women show a particularly strong obsession with sweet things, so be careful. What would happen if they did that in this world where sweets are in short supply?

　I'm worried about the possibility of reselling the sugar by transferring it. When will I end up like Bartolo....


　Imagining the future, we walked through the square to Mr. Logan's house, fearful of the ladies who were here and there.


　We walked northward from the mayor's house and found a hut in what looked like a clearing in the woods. There is another small hut in the back of the house that may be a warehouse.

　As we walked on, we could hear a hard, rhythmic sound, like metal hitting metal, coming from the hut.

　Now, what kind of person is Mr. Logan? If you ask Celia, though, she says he's not as straightforward as that in the cute category.

　I don't know how old Celia-san is, but isn't Mr. Logan older than her?

　I don't understand the hierarchy of men and women in Colliat Village. Now, I'm sure I'm just looking at an extreme example of an old man and a nice extreme example. I'm sure he is.

'Excuse me. Is Mr. Logan here?

　I hear the sound of work, I look in from the empty shed.

　Looking inside, the walls are black with sooty blackness all over, as if they are using a lot of wood or charcoal.

　It seems to be larger than the house in the village, perhaps because of the work that goes into it.

　In the back of the house, there is a man with a stubbled beard who wears a cloth around his head like a carpenter.

　It's probably Mr. Logan.

　His body is well-muscled, probably from swinging a heavy hammer many times. I wonder if he's fifty years old? The sweat, soot stains, and stubble make me look older.

　Mr. Logan may have noticed, but he keeps typing something in concentration without even looking at me.

　I didn't go in, but stood silently watching him.

　After a while, Logan-san stopped moving, as if he had reached a good point in his work.

'This ain't the place for kids don't go home.

　Mr. Logan blurts out, wiping sweat off with a cloth.

　Wow, he told me to leave out of the blue. No, but if you think about it calmly, when a four year old kid comes to the blacksmith shop, you'd think he was just playing or just peeking in.

'I have something I want you to make for me,'

You're kidding me. If you want to play, do it somewhere else.

　I see, I knew it was going to be like this. Then let's use our trump card here.

No, I was saying that if you won't take it on, I won't let you do it for free, but..............I understand. I'll go home.

Wait a minute.

　As I turn on my heel with a cruelty-free heel, Mr. Logan mutters to himself. That's a trump card!

Yes?

　I turn around with a look of pure innocence on my face.

''Well what did he ask me to make for him?''

'I could be lying and using Miss Celia's name, you know?

'You know what happens when you do that in this village, right? They're strong and resilient. We can't win....

　He was crisp and reluctant at first. Mr. Logan becomes negative when the switch is flipped.

　I'll live my life freely so that I won't be like this in the future. That was the moment I vowed to myself.


'So?'

　Mr. Logan has recovered and is back to being a reluctant man. He switches pretty quickly. Perhaps this acceptance is something that has been cultivated from Mr. Logan's past events.

'What can Mr. Logan make of it?'

I can make pots and pans, farm tools, knives to swords. I'm pretty good with knives.

You can do it pretty widely, can't you?

If you're the village blacksmith, that's pretty much it.

'I see. Today I'd like you to make me a frying pan and a knife.

'I know about knives, but what is a frying pan? Are you sure you want a regular, round one?

No, it's square like this, and it's got a slanted handle.

　I thought I could get parchment, but I heard they don't have it. By the way, in this world, if the paper is of poor quality, you can buy it at a low price. A merchant who comes to the mansion regularly always brings it to me.

　I heard that better quality paper is available in the royal capital. Nowadays, it is said that poor quality paper is made into memo pads or something like this and sold around.

　Celia-san has a memo pad like that too, as I recall. She said she needed it for recipes and such. Now she's training her daughter or something. Will a new, more powerful creature be completed within a few years?

　I had no choice, so I quietly took out a piece of paper from my pocket with spatial magic and drew a picture of a frying pan for frying eggs.

　I show him the drawing of the top, side, bottom and diagonal.

'A square? What's it for?

I'm trying to make a good egg roll.

Couldn't you just take a circle?

　'It has to be square for everyone to see that beauty!

Yeah?

　He then went on to talk about how deep and long it was.

　He told me that if I wasn't going to use the knife right now, I should come back when it was closer to the time I wanted it. That's true. And it needs to be adjusted to your body.




　Woo-hoo!


　A week after the order.

　I'm going to go to Mr. Logan's house as I promised.

　But today, I'm going to take a break from transition magic. Imagine Mr. Logan's cabin and go!

　The view in front of my own mansion seemed to disappear for a moment and then instantly shifted to the view in front of Mr. Logan's cabin.

　At first, I couldn't get used to the sudden change in scenery and it felt weird, but once I got used to it, it didn't bother me.

　Thanks to practicing every day, this distance or so is getting easier. I've been watching every inch of the track to make sure I'm successful and I've burned the image into my mind.

　I asked Logan, 'Do you see anything unusual around here? There's only huts and woods everywhere, okay?' I was told.

　No! I've got an image in my head! I couldn't help but get into my Osaka dialect. Please don't identify me as a strange child or a pervert.

　It's probably about the same time today as last time. Soon I hear the sound of metal. I'm looking at the blade of the knife to see if I've finished striking it.

　I guess I'm in sight, and Mr. Logan takes his gaze off the knife.

'Don't scare me. When did you get here at all........

　I'm here today in transition. You can't even feel the signs, can you? This magic.
　If an assassin or something like that learns it, it's going to be a hell of a mess.

"Haha. Have you completed it?

Yeah, it's right here.

　Mr. Logan grabs the two square pans hanging on the wall with his starter.

　One is for Celia and the other is for use in the mansion.

　He takes a good look at it and makes sure it's OK. For the most part, it's as ordered, no problem. I suppose it's kindness on Logan-san's part to make improvements with a little extra attention to detail.

Thank you!

How does it work in practice?

As long as you can lend me the cooking area and ingredients, I can make it now, right?

'It's not such a big place, but I've got eggs and a little salt and sugar.

I'll just make it up as I go along.

　I followed Mr. Logan to another small cabin.

　Oh, this is home. Yeah, of course. You can't sleep in the workshop.

　This one looks worse than this one. There are holes in the wood in places.

　Mr. Logan's going in and organizing and getting the wood fired up and ready to go.

　Meanwhile, let's shore up a few things.

　I reinforced the brittle spots one by one with earth magic.

　I'm not sure if I've adjusted the fire, but Logan is looking at me with a surprised look on his face.

''You can do magic at your age?''

Well, I can do this. I plugged the hole and everything.

I guess I could live with that.

We use magic to enrich our lives, so that's a given.

Not to fight?

Of course. I do use it for self-defense, though.

　As I was talking, I put the oil in the frying pan, and since it was warm, I threw in the well-whipped eggs one by one.

　I would have liked to have added some soy sauce, but the eggs tasted good enough without it, so I just added a little sugar. Mr. Logan doesn't seem to like sweets, so I used less sugar.

'Wow, you're really good at this. Are you going to be a cook?

I love to cook, but I'm not going to be a chef.

　Layer after layer of eggs, one after another, getting thicker and thicker.

　Beautiful, this shape. I can eat as many egg rolls as I want. I used to eat this in the past.

Wow, these are the squares.

　Looking at the finished egg rolls, Mr. Logan muttered with great emotion.

'Then eat and see,'

　Mr. Logan chews on a mouthful of cut up, hot egg rolls.

'....It's delicious. I'm used to eating fried eggs and other mixed-up things, but I never thought I'd get such a great texture and taste just by putting them in layers.

Right? You know how it tastes depending on the seasoning? If word gets out about this, I'm sure we'll be inundated with orders for frying pans.

'Definitely more orders. We'll be ready to go today.

　Apparently, Mr. Logan liked it too. On the contrary, it's not delicious, did you let him make something so boring? I would be dented if someone said to me, "I'm not going to be able to eat this.

　That day, I'd be persistent and say, 'I can go to the Celia cafeteria and eat this, right? Mr. Logan asked, "Can I eat it?" to which I replied repeatedly, "I can eat it," and left to run away.

　I think I might be an addict.

　On the way home, I went to Celia's diner and demonstrated how to make it.

'I need to stock up on eggs!'

　And he seemed to be in a great mood. It looks like he's going to throw out the work of the store and practice to make it look like my egg rolls from now on.

　By the way, the men in the cafeteria were buzzing around because Reversi was in too much trouble. They're going to leave it up to their daughter to deal with it.

　I warned her that Mr. Logan might be too loud, just in case.

"Logan's been like that for a long time. Come on.

　And that was that. How manly.