In the golem, it's still sunny today.

The sky is blue as it falls out. Its blue and ever-flowing cloud whites overlap with the supple ridges of the green mountains, creating a very beautiful contrast.

This area along the Siddle Mountains has relatively high rainfall. But the last week or more has been a brilliant day of sunshine. Thanks to this, even during my trip to the clan capital, I didn't have to suffer a single rainfall until the end.

Hi Grandma Tete seems to have made an itinerary to the clan capital in anticipation of this weather. He looks like he's just going, and the fruit of it, he's a horrible old lady with no pull whatsoever.

"... the sky is really beautiful in this world, Gore"

I spoke to my partner walking diagonally behind me.

Currently, Gore and I have just begun to climb up a gentle slope leading up to Grandma's mansion.

I bought some condiments at the grocery store near the entrance inside earlier.

Grandma Tete, who finished setting up the recording tablet in her study during the day, then took it to dinner support. At this time, it turns out that the necessary condiments are running out. So this is how I was sent to the neighborhood in my spare time.

Gore, who realized I was going out of the mansion, followed me. Looks like this guy's been throwing out his kitchen job, but is it okay?

And from behind this, a tall child's voice.

"Ah! Nemaki."

"It's Nemaki!

Looking back at the called voice, several little children rushed over straw, ahead of the familiar nosy lad. The kids in there.

These guys, they're calling me off. I want more respect for the elderly. Not at all, they are unwieldy fucking kids.

Well, but let's take a big look at that extent. I'm tolerant.

Besides, kids say they spot their kind...

A leader-like nose kid, his name is Eol.

This little boy is, in a way, arguably the beginning of an example case of cattle massacre in the Siddle Mountains. This is the unruly child who went looking for single herbs to the middle belly of a dangerous mountain for his sick mother. Well, it looks like I couldn't find a lot of herbs because I didn't even know where my native area was.

This guy, by the way, is also the vice president of my "Baba's Cane Victims' Party".

"Hey, Eol. How's your mother doing, getting better?

"Yeah! Mom, you're walking in no! He made it for me this morning!

The boy has a full smile.

I guess the mother's going really well. I'm relieved, too.

"Well, good for you."

When I walked around the nose boy's chestnut head, the water dripped from the smiling Eol's face.

"In other words, you have a nose again..."

Damn, he's a baking kid to take care of.

I took a piece of shredded paper out of my nose and pressed it against Eol's nose.

"Look, chip it"

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Being swarmed by a noisy group of children, I sat down on a stone wall by the slope to keep out of the way of the other passers-by.

Gore, naturally, sits down moist next to my left.

On the stone wall next to his right, Eol jumped on it. It is as light as a monkey.

"Hey! What was Nemaki doing here?

"I'm Grandma Tete's wife.... What's the matter with you guys? Lots and lots."

"We're home from school!

"Oh, I see. Is that already such a time?"

All the children of their age go to what is known as the “private school" inside. To learn to read, write, etc.

This private school is an educational facility that is open to the learned public and private. Probably something like a temple house. Thank you, this seems to be the general level of compulsory education in this world.

All ordinary people in this world have a high average of knowledge and morality. Lizards and the like would be a good example. The guy who talks to me equally in Japan with a higher education and does calculations and contract writing without doing so, yeah, he looks like a D civilian.

Well, that guy would be somewhat of a good category.

In fact, the moral standards of the people of the city wells in this world are not comparably high to those of Europe in the Middle Ages, which are slightly approximated in atmosphere. You're all probably relaxed, but you're never an ignorant person. The high level of upbringing and security of these civilians, from my perception, may rather be close to that of Japan during the Edo period, which I read in literature and so on.

Perhaps one end of the reason is in these educational systems, too.

...... yeah. The private school is still a temple house. Definitely.

This private school inside also seems to be open by remodeling some of the households inside and in general. The teacher is also talking about two grandmothers and granddaughters doing it. I hear this old lady was the one who originally taught in the empire capital of this country. The point is, he's not an amateur, he's a decent real person.

By the way, in Eol's story, your grandson is single in his twenties.

She's a sweet, beautiful, big breasted sister.

And then, when I was nearby, they said it smelled kind of really good.

Damn, whoa, whoa! What a blessed heavenly learning environment to learn from, the kids here!!!

But unfortunately for me to die, I can't go to private school because I'm an adult. I don't have a brother or sister, and I don't have an elementary school student in Grandma Tete's house. Naturally, there is no contact with the private school. Instead, if you go out in the vicinity, you'll be reported as a complete suspicious person.

This is how my teacher happened to pass me when I was playing with the kids, and I didn't have the fateful power to feel good between her heartbeat pounding on my gentle appearance playing with the pure kids and the good... etc.

Even if I'm swarmed by fucking kids, my liking from the old people inside just keeps rising.

My flag with my older beauty teacher never stood even a millimeter.

Thoughtless......

Hard......

Anyway, about that.

The private school has classes starting in the morning and roughly until this afternoon time. That's what Eol and the others are all about now dropping out of school. He went to school after breakfast, had lunch, and felt like he was home properly before dinner.

This kind of place isn't so different from the original world elementary school.

It just doesn't mean this school is open every day, and attendance is somewhat free and roomy. I think it's really relaxing and looks like people in this world.

Nevertheless, there is a proper educational environment for children in this room.

I was a little surprised by this fact at first, too.

The inside of the Golem is certainly a large settlement on a large scale, but that is only because, in vain, there are many large mansions. Speaking of the total population, it's probably much smaller than the city of Tibala or something. And behind the mountain.

But I have a proper school. Inside, there's also a clinic that sees sick people. For a few other household items, we'll roughly have them at the grocery store near the entrance inside. That's like the seasoning I bought earlier.

This grocery store, I initially thought it was a personal store, but when I heard it, it was apparently close to a life cooperative in the original world.

As a community, there is a surprisingly decent living environment, the settlement on the border known as the Golem.

That's kind of weird. There's no school, no convenience store, no limit settlement in Japan. How solid is it? Is this what every village looks like in this world...?

When I was blurring out my thoughts about the strange village society of the other world, Eol and the others who saw the contents of the paper bag I had raised their voices.

"Ah! It's a dew pear!

"Whew!? Hey, you guys don't fish for other people's shopping bags on your own!

What kind of kids are you not wearing? There's no alarm or gap.

What the kids found was a few fruits from the store's grandmother when they bought the condiments earlier.

Grandma, who does the grocery store number, likes me and if she does, she decides to go use it and says "Nemaki Boy, Nemaki Boy," while giving me an amount of extra that completely discourages profitability every time.

Everything seems to look just like my eye-sharp to my husband, who died in a distant battlefield a long time ago.

Me, it's a plain complex there...

Well, that's good...

The light yellow fruit, called the dew pear, does, if you ask me so, take the shape of a pear.

"Oh, is this called dew pear? Yummy?

"Not really, it's so good!

"Yum!

Kids screaming at each other. Some of them are drooling. Damn, they're mean kids.

"Phew...... Let's split it up from now on."

"I did it. Oh!

The children cheered me.

Well, these guys are growing up. Nutrition of twisted children is an inevitable adult duty. I have no choice.

And in time, it's just time for a snack.

I took out the green metal knife and handed it to Gore.

She cuts the yellow pears into elegant pieces with a beautiful knife judgment.

Beautifully cut pears were given to the children one slice at a time.

I took one of them and looked at it.

It looks like a pear, it doesn't...... Is it a little bigger than the pear I know?

I took a bite to taste.

... Yeah, very sweet, and, uh, lots of water and gas.

It doesn't have a deep taste, and from an adult's taste, it's neither acceptable nor impossible. But I do think this simple, strong sweetness is something that the kids are going to like.

"Thank you, Nemaki."

Handing over a slice of pear, the little girl with the offering hair smiled and thanked me.

Girls like this don't abandon me, they give me a proper name for my brother. I know exactly what to do with the elderly. Boulders. Unlike dumb boys, girls have already been smart since these days.

... Speaking of which, this is how little girls usually come by me these days.

I'm the one who can't flag the young women in this world, but apparently I'm safe until I'm under 10.

Naturally, when you're a girl over the age of 10, you don't come close at all, just like the grown women. Hard......

Still, it used to be like a grandmother and a milkweed, like a woman approaching me. Compared to that, it's a lot of progress.

I don't know why the age of visibility was raised to 10.

But at times, I think I'm starting to see a change about before and after Teru broke up. Has spending some time with my presbytery improved my cross-world female skills slightly...?

Whatever, it's a good trend.

If the age of visibility continues to rise, then women my age may come to me without running away. A future that can put an end to otherworldly non-motorized life may come one day.

Dream only of that day and get through the reality of a hard day.

I held my fist in determination.

Gore sitting next to me is also watching me talk to the little girl amicably, as if watching her play with a harmless dog, with a gentle, serene knot.

I look at Gore when an angel cuts a pear in such serenity as the children glare at him.

At this time the Eol boy pointed to Gore's green knife and said:

"Hey, Nemaki. The knife that Goletalu uses is the one made of mesel, right? Did you get it for Dr. Tete?

"Mesel?...... Ah. Hey, is that what this green metal is called?

"That's right! Midori's colour is perfect, this is a whole mess!

Is this mysterious metal, Mesel?

A knife made of wonderful green metal, brought from the lair of Lübeu Zailain. Instead of an unauthorized summons and amnesia consolation, it's something that's getting stuck. Very light, excellent cut and treasured.

This knife originally has a splendid sheath.

So I was lowering it to my belt from day to day to try to carry it with me.

It's nothing personal. In the first place, I don't need protection because Gore is here...

The reason I'm carrying it is simple. Because I use it often.

In modern Japanese urban life, it is rarely used outside the kitchen, such as knives. But in this world, there are times in my routine when I use a knife at times I can't even imagine.

The applications are really varied. Cut a little food, sharpen a tree, or replace a paper knife. I also used it for a little while.

Thanks to the fact that I still carry a knife today, this is how I'm helping. I don't know how to chop fruit by generating the "Battle Axe of the Earth" on a regular basis.

Well, actually using this knife is much more gore than me. She won't let me cut the food, so I'm almost just a person with a knife on my hips...

Eol is good at something, pointing to such a Gore favorite Mesel knife.

"The mountain of Siddle is full of Mesel stones!

"It's not full. It's a river. Sometimes when you're stuck in this stone or when you're scratching, you get pieces of mesel."

Eol's proper commentary was supplemented by a boy who seemed to know.

Well, aren't ores called mesels mined from certain mineral veins? That's unusual. When it comes to getting out of the bottom of the river, the first thing that comes to mind is sand. Is this also a rare metal type?

"... hey, can this mecell be pretty expensive or something?

"With one of these knives, you can buy a golem or a whole bunch!

The know-it-all boy told me.

When it comes to golem armor, it refers to the increased armor of the golem, made of special stones such as the example hard demon rock (Koma cancer).

Seriously. That looks pretty expensive.

... Let's treat this knife a little more important from now on.

"Even so, Nemaki really doesn't know anything about it!

Eol the little one swoops over the stone walls, with his throat and face on.

Ugh! Unlike you, I don't have a privileged and compulsory education!

"Nemaki just came from a foreign country, so I can't help it."

The know-it-all boy is following me. You're a really good one. Unlike the asshole Eol, the future will surely grow.

"But I didn't know the Siddle Mountains were the source of this green metal..."

Once again, he looked at the knife, made of an ore called Mesel.

The green sashimi emits a mysterious glow.

Its complex brilliance shows even more subtle gradient changes with the addition or subtraction of reflected light. If you stare at it like this, you're going to be attracted to its beauty.

In the original world, at least I've never seen metal like this. Maybe it's the only mineral that exists in this world.

Eol talks to me from next door, testing strange otherworldly metals.

"In the mountains of Siddle, the immortal man and the big golem made of mesels quarreled. With that, the golem of the Mesel that got hit blew out and pieces of the Mesel scattered all over the mountain!

"Heh, that's awesome. Seriously."

Well, I guess there's an indigenous inheritance about specialty metals.

That's an interesting story. Even in the original world, I often heard mythological old stories about the roots of these products. But when it comes to fairytales in this world, the fantasy color still seems to be fully open. Besides, isn't it a good taste in monster finals? I don't hate that either.

"The golem of the mesel is going to get a little bit out of your mouth!

"No. It was the big dragon in the Mesel's candle that was killed."

"Dark and frightening people grow more and more even when they cut off their hands and legs, and burn them with fire and blemishes, they'll be right back. So I'm not dying at all."

The kids started a very unsolicited commentary.

I don't care about any monster, you guys, sort out some more stories before you talk. My common sense skills without a compulsory education are less than yours. You can't pick out information.

And, at this time, Eol said with his eyes shining.

"But yes, but yes! Even Nemaki, the immortal golem of Mesel, can almost be knocked out!

"... what?

What do you suddenly come up with? You.

I don't care what you think, they'll crush you and you'll die instantly.

If you look, all the other kids are looking at me with a glittering eye.

Are you telling me these guys really think I can take down a monster?

Where the hell is the information, that?

... Hey, seriously, stop it.

Don't look at me like that! The glow of young innocent eyes is too heavy!!!

Untold pressure will crush my spirit.

What the hell do you think I am? I'm just a gore hippo, and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Ma, wait. How could I defeat a fairytale giant..."

"Dad said it! Nemaki grazed the mountain goats and grazed the grass, grabbing the golem of a stronger deck."

Oh, Father!!!

You're the killer! Stop teaching your kids the right thing!

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