I've been too busy lately with the ruckus of Reversi and the egg rolls.

　Everyone, young and old, men and women, men and women, who were hungry for entertainment, were addicted to Reversi, and even held tournaments and betting on them. One or two reversies would never be enough, and Mr. Ehrman, the village woodworker, had to mass-produce reversies under the watchful eye of all the villagers. I was taken to Mr. Ehrman's house just once to explain to him what was going on.

　Mr. Ehrman had put off his normal production duties until later and started working on the reversies. I was about to ask him to make me a chess, as he was a woodworker, but as soon as I said that, he turned blue in the face.

'If you're going to put it out! Get a number of finished products and then spread the word!' I got a desperate look on my face and cried out.

　I'm sorry, Erman.
　I've already told Logan, Bartolo, and the people in the mansion most of what's going on, so I might get a prompting.
　It looks like Mr. Ehrman's sleepless days will continue.

　Thanks to Mr. Erman, the reversi tournament was held. The game was held at Celia-san's cafeteria. I'm so happy that our rice and sake have been sold, and it looks like my daughter is going to participate in the tournament," she said.

　At every game, bets were placed on who would win, first a chore, then a side dish, and then money. There was one guy who got so involved in the betting that his family's finances took a huge hit, and he couldn't help himself.

　It was that old man (his real name is Roland)
　It was. A totally helpless old man. That's why I'm going to get stuck on Natalie's ass.

　The people in the village felt sorry that their family had to suffer because of the old man, so they made him promise to buy them a few light chores and a drink, and they returned the money. It's a nice village.

　By the way, the winner was Celia's daughter, Carla, who looks like Celia's daughter. Like Celia, she was a twelve-year-old girl with her hair pulled back in a spontaneous and mature manner.

　The winner was me, the developer, and thanks to a mysterious system that allowed me to challenge her, I was called to the cafeteria at lunch later in the day to play against her.

　I was hesitant to beat a confident 12-year-old girl to a pulp, but I was in a position to spread the word, and as the son of a lord, I had to show my respectability, so I defeated her like Elinora's sister did.

　I was so excited about my skills and potential that the dining hall was packed that day.
　Even if Carla loses, she says she'll never lose again, and that's what Celia's daughter did.

　The egg rolls were also very popular. I taught Bartolo and gave him a break by dispatching him. With my physical strength as a four-year-old, it's hard for me to keep up with the ladies. But Bartolo resented me for it.



　So I've been busy lately, so I'm taking it easy at home from noon today. Even though I say relax, training to increase the magic power is essential, so I spent the morning building a house with earth magic.

　Unlike the city, the countryside has a surplus of land, so we can afford a ten-bedroom home of our dreams. There's a big garden. If you want, it comes with a forest.

　At first it was just a simple stone jail, but as I got used to it, I was able to make it as complicated as a room.

　Maybe next time I'll build some kind of vacation home in my favorite place.

　The reason why I am thinking about the future so much is because I'm currently out of magic and I'm feeling very tired and lazy, so I don't feel like moving.

''Uh........''

　I'm probably dead in my own eyes right now.

"...jeez.

Ha!

　I feel a look and look at the door of the room and see Saara, the maid, peeking out of the door with her upper body.

　I hurriedly get up and head for the bed.

　After confirming this, Sarra-san nodded and closed the door without a sound and left.

　Hey Mr. Saara, what about my privacy?



　As it is, I take a nap and go to the kitchen to check on Bartolo since I'm not busy.

　The maid's lounge near the kitchen is also just taking a break or I can hear her voice.

''Is it? Master Alfried....

　If it didn't matter, I'd go straight to Bartolo's place, but since my name was mentioned, I'd be interested.

'Yeah, I know, I mean, sometimes my eyes are kind of dead, I mean, they're not the eyes of a four-year-old.

I know, I know - you're looking at me like I'm some kind of tired adult.

　This voice is Meena, a spoiled maid with a sweet tooth.

　The other one is Mel, a brown-haired maid who is good friends with Meena and is dependable.

'Is she okay? I think, but it seems to be able to do magic, too, and spaghetti and reversies and egg rolls and all that stuff, Master Alfried thought of it!

'Yes, yes. I doubt you're really four years old, but I hope you continue to spread the good stuff more and more. The village is starting to come to life.

'Haha, it's true! Speaking of egg rolls, they say sugar makes them taste different and delicious!

'You still have a sweet tooth, as usual! Where did you hear that from?

I overheard Mr. Bartolo and Master Alfried cooking in the kitchen.

　Mel gives her a dumbfounded stare, but Meena doesn't care and her expression falls slack-jawed, ehehe.

　When did I hear that?

　After that, they were talking about how Sister Elinora took one from the captain of the vigilante group, and how Brother Silvio is the strongest brother in Reversi, except for Alfried-sama.


　When I went to the kitchen, Bartolo seemed to be trying to figure out what to mix into the egg rolls.

''Hmm? Oh, boy.

　I still prefer not to mix anything with it, but it's also good to mix green onions and red ginger and eels and stuff like that.

Do you mix something in?

'Oh, I've learned to spoon the amount of seasoning. So I thought I'd try mixing something into the eggs this time.

I see.

Can you think of anything better?

　I glanced around the kitchen and saw tomatoes and leeks.

　It differs from house to house, but I think the high road is leek. My old friends used to put tomatoes in theirs.

Why don't you chop up some green onions and mix them in?

'Ooh, leeks! I thought that would be a good idea too. Let's give it a try.

　Rolling up his arms, Bartolo washes the leeks and starts chopping them up with a thump.

'Oh, yeah. I think Meena heard a tip about how good it is to mix your eggs with the example?

'What? Really?!

　Hey, kids, don't point the knife at me. She's scared.

It's true. Be careful not to get tucked in.

We'll divide the jars further into smaller pieces and hide them!

　Bartolo begins to take the pot out from under the floor with a flurry of activity. He looks like a corrupt person about to be raided.


Is it true, Bartolo, that eggs taste better when mixed with sugar? But it's hard because sugar is getting less and less now...

　Oh, it's Meena.

　Bartolo, I say, has stopped where I could have piled it into the jar I've desperately prepared because I've gone under the floor.

'Oh it's sugar, isn't it?

'No, no, it's salt!

If you're using salt and sugar all the time, I've got a little jar in the galley, right?

　Oh, my tone has become excellent maid. She's going to hunt down Bartolo for sure.

"Huh? No, it's not.

Excuse me.

　Meena took a pinch from the jar Bartolo held and licked it. Her expression loosened for a moment, but she immediately cringed.

''It's ... sugar.''

Yes, sir.

'There are others, I suppose. I'll look for them.

Yeah, hey! It's gone! It's not here anymore!

Other than here it seems to be in my room.

Oh, oh!

　Oh, Bartolo's silly, unnecessary.

　Well, I store sugar, so I'm okay with that. What you should have is spatial magic.

　It's peaceful in the mansion today.