Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Gently cook the slightly thickened chopped aubergines and zucchini in olive oil. Alternate sliced tomatoes to the same thickness as that in a gratin dish to shake salt and pepper gently, sprinkled with cheese from the top and in the oven.

It wasn't caponata or pasta that I made with the pickled vegetables in the field, it was a hot cheese grill.

The mansion's dining room is large. The table was also proportionately large, and I came out with a chair that was cleaned up in Nado and arranged for the number of people, but there was still room. Because of this, I laid a cross and lightly decorated the center with garden flowers, and it got kind of nice and tense a lot.

The dishes are nice again. This isn't the real house, so I said, "How porcelain!" It's not thin, but it has wave decorations and watermarks on the edges, or seasonal flower paintings. This way, I really like my taste because I don't feel comfortable using it.

"It's been a really long time since you've called Daniel and Mark."

Sometimes there's a village chief. Master Adelaide finishes his dishes handily and more. Stewed sayamane and ham oil, shepherd's pie with plenty of mashed potatoes, light onion soup and a minced lettuce salad.

Next to Adelaide like that, I cut the various vegetables into smaller corners, including tomatoes, after making the steak meat down for the man. This is Ratatouille I'll eat tomorrow. The flavor is tame and tastier when I let it sleep overnight.

Walter said the boy preferred lamb shepherd's pie to beef cottage pie. I wonder if that's what made that body.

Adelaide told me that the disappointed figure was originally conceded by her husband. In addition, he said he needed to go through the Knights once before taking up his position in the Royal Palace. Since that time, he said the archery of the sword has become a routine or a hobby, and he's been further trained... Even though he's a civilian.

Okay, lamb. I didn't see many children in Japan who liked them because they weren't that major. I like it. I don't care about the commonly said smell either.

Beef for steak, refreshed with herb salt today. Let's hear your baking preferences and finish them when everyone gets here.

Kitchen work is always fun. Unlike a small kitchen where you live alone, it's amazing how large the cooking table is and you can afford two people in line. By the way, I do pinch bread and make pie dough at the table of those who eat. You're just about the right height, and your legs are firm and not greasy.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you. Sounds delicious."

"It's a treat every time."

Oh, Dr. Daniel and Mark are here. She said she would pack it in the kitchen today, so she came in on her own without a ring or anything. Yeah, that's the country, probably.

I wonder if the clinic wasn't busy today that you could have come earlier than expected. That's a good thing.

"There you are, both of you. You're early."

"Lords are here, everyone go to the village chief. Thanks to you, I was able to relax."

I see, the Walter effect? Oh, Mark, did you bring me alcohol? Thank you. Neither I nor Lady Adelaide drink so you're not sure which one tastes good or anything. I make fruit liquor though.

"It's not a very strong drink, so you can drink this without getting very drunk, right?

So don't stroke my head. Yeah, I'm sorry my hands are blocked. No, I can drink quite a bit, actually. I don't hate it, it's just that if I hadn't had a little drink since I got hurt until recently, I'd be totally weak, that's all.

I've been a social worker for eight years and I've been dating a lot of alcohol, and I should have been stronger.

It's been too long since I got drunk, I'm sure. Ugh, you don't believe me.

Dr. Daniel is looking at me with a kind eye...

I've been stroked a lot lately and it's a little dangerous to feel like I'm losing my discomfort. Even if she's a nanny at the clinic, Mark strokes her a little as she walks by. No, Mark, be a good boy and wait for the kid. I'm an adult, I'm an adult.

I should have been old enough, but thanks. He looks like a child's face here. That's crazy.

"It's just, well. Wow, that looks delicious."

"... Back"

While Mark was helping me arrange glasses and plates and stuff, the two of them from the Wang Capital also came back.

Well, gentlemen. What are your preferences for grilling meat?

"So, what are your plans for the future?

"That's right, because there's no longer any doubt that Margaret is an 'invitee'. Well, no one originally complained about the teacher's report. May I have a few listens, ma'am?

I wonder what the young lady is calling for. They don't ask me where I said it, but this wizard...

The meal ended soothingly mainly with the teacher and Mr. Hugh leading the conversation. I'm not drunk today. Mark, I'm fine with not looking at such a troubled kid, I'm not drunk - it was just delicious -.

My son, Walter, you had as few words as ever, but unfortunately you haven't reached Cookie's sentence because Master Adelaide didn't seem to be ill. I mean, I'm sure this Buddha top surface is usually driving. I said something. I feel like I'm doing it... but I wonder if it's time. I wish I could tell you.

After the meal, I moved into the living room to get some tea, which naturally became my story. That's right. Hey, I'm here on an "invitee" investigation job. Move next to the listener Hugh as he is called.

Doctor and Adelaide on the couch across the street, Mark and Walter on each side for a single seat. Mr. Hugh took Gosso out of his bag... whiteboard?

"This is it, Magic Gear. It's specially made. When I heard the invitees were losing their voices and it was inconvenient, it was developed by a bunch of guys from the Technical Division at the Magic Academy. This is the pen."

They have a milky white plate with a twitchy surface and a cute black feather pen, like a thin glass about A4 version. Neither is heavier than it looks.

"Right, well, try to write something appropriate. You know, introduce yourself."

As they say, start writing in these letters. It's Margaret, please don't call me a lady... Ooh, letters written in beautiful black rose itself after a little time, sucked into the feather pen and disappeared. Wow, that's funny.

"This won't go away like paper, and we can go on and talk about it, right? The shaft of the pen is packed with crushed demon stones. The magic that was injected into it replaced the ink. I try to circulate, so don't run out of ink. I can use it for a long time. Well, I really have L.A., so it's not permanent."

"Well... you can do that too"

"There was a kid with enough high magic to hold out, he's making a lot of things. Oh, this is a prototype, so will you try it during this stay? She wants me to ask her how comfortable she is to use it because it will be improved. Let me know if you have any opinions about the time or weight shown."

Nodding, Mr. Hugh continues his words by looking satisfied at me who wrote yes.

"Truth is, I wish I could do something about the voice itself. The doctor didn't know. Then we can't do it. You might know something when you see the Spirit, but you want to see him?

Can you see him?

"I show up in the woods of Wangdu, because the sun is shallow or my existence is unstable since it still appeared. I guess that's why your daughter was invited. I can't promise when I'll show up or when I'll actually see you. But if you want to see me, I can handle it."

Yeah. Then when you get a chance. Move the feather pen to get used to it.

"... you don't want to see me right now?

Oh, Master Walter. Oh, what, that was weird, you look so unexpected. That, too, everyone. No, I can't believe it's a spirit. I'd like to see it honestly. If you mean to call me into this world, then you should be proud. But I guess going now doesn't necessarily mean I'll see you. You don't know how many days it's going to take to stay in the king's capital until you see him, do you? That's a little... I kind of don't want to leave here, I guess.

I feel comfortable living with Adelaide, but I don't feel like I should leave this forest.

If you're just going to the royal palace, it's about a night, so I thought you'd be fine, but I just don't feel like I can do it for days. There's no reason, but if you insist, a woman's reckoning. Quite a hit.

"Don't you want to leave this land,"

"Is Addy with you? Of course, I'm with you when you go."

With Dr. Daniel and Lady Adelaide...... I guess just a little bit will do. For a couple of days.

"Oh, okay. All right, then, next time."

The redhead wizard has heard a lot of exciting and entertaining things. I'm sure about half of it had nothing to do with my job because Walter's brow wrinkles were pretty deep. I get it, this guy is as good a priority as he feels.

I didn't get asked anything else that was troubling me, so I just answered what I could answer. What I can't explain is the law of energy conservation and genes. I just told him that there was such a thing over there.

There's one discovery. Hi, looks like the length of the day/year is different over here. "Like," because I can't explain the exact length of a second or anything. My watch is broken. I didn't even care because I don't really look at the calendar in the country, but, yeah, you know, usually the first thing I notice, they say these places are a big mess, me.

Well, according to my calculations all the time, this time I'm more or less twenty-six...... nothing much changed. Hey, Mark, I knew what.

"No. Always, because four years old wasn't visible up there. You were right, after all."

"Still, your daughter looks younger. About twenty-two, three?

Twenty-two is a fraud. Bye. Mark was so happy that the four-year-old difference was a two-year-old difference, he went out of his way to stroke his head. Neither twenty-eight nor twenty-six will change, if rounded, it will remain thirty, an adult woman. Okay?

Mr. Hugh, who was laughing with pleasure, peered into my face.

"Well, for the last time,"

Those beautiful emerald eyes had turned into researcher's eyes. When I took my breath without ever thinking seriously about it, my eyes met at close range with my cheeks sandwiched with my hands.

"Margaret. May I examine your eyes now?

Mark, who was next door in the middle of that word, suddenly grabs my arm and pulls him away from Mr. Hugh, pulling him toward himself, holding his head in his arms and blocking his eyes. Kasha, the moment the magic guide that was on my lap made a noise fell to the floor, I felt wrapped up in something all the time, not only in its arms.

What? That, how am I being hugged by Mark? I heard the chest sound of the pushed mark sooner and later, and... Oh, trouble, why do I feel safe in my arms? Aren't you used to it, me?