Chapter 112: 112 \nIâll finish your dinner and when I get my dishes back, Iâll just go to sleep. If tomorrow is a full-scale crusade, Iâm sure youâre busy. If you donât sleep early and feed your English, your 30-year-old body will not allow you to feel physically fit.\n
When we went back to our own tent and lay down scratching the blanket, the sleeper visited us early to see if we were unexpectedly tired.
The next morning, about the hour after the sun rises, I wake up and do some light gymnastics, and then I head to the cooking area to get myself together. The ladies were already ready in the morning, waiting for us to come and eat.
âGood morning, good morning.
âYour old manâs been fine since morning.
âOoh! The side that separates your energies looks snug and tight!
Surely thereâs something to be apprenticed about how energetic this guy is. I picked up some breakfast soup and bread and headed to the table.\n
The soup is gobbled with ingredients, and the rice is solid in the morning. A soldier or something wouldnât be able to do it without eating this much. The bread is also soft compared to what has been out on the move or baked since you came over. Iâll probably be busy by noon, so Iâll have to eat well, too.
Side by side with the soldiers eating in a hurry, I eat slowly and firmly. Thereâs something a little painful about it, but itâs different from what I do at my age, so Iâm going to convince you around it.
Thatâs how I ate, and Miss Frederica came over here with breakfast.
âGood morning, Mr. Eizou.
âGood morning, Frederica.
Miss Frederica puts rice across from me, but she seems to sleep for a long time.
âLooks sleepy, but late last night?
âYes. The Count was working on the operation late, so I was calculating supplies to go with it.
To finish, Miss Frederica yawns fluffy and adorable.\nâThank you for your hard work. But donât stay up too late. I hear youâre the beauty enemy of young women.
âThank you. But I canât help but care about beauty.
Miss Frederica says so, but sheâs usually cute compared to the aristocratic lady I saw at Mariusâs party, and I think there are a lot of guys who wouldnât be left alone if they werenât wild clothes like now.
âI think Mr. Frederica can be more confident, though. Even compared to the noble lady.â
I say as I carry the soup into my mouth.
Miss Frederica mumbles. I canât tell if itâs lit or not. Itâs awkward in the morning too, so letâs change the subject.
âWith that said, is there going to be a lot of repairs today?
\nâSorry for the inconvenience, thank you.
Miss Frederica responded to me today with a smile like a small animal.
After that, Iâll finish the meal with a couple of stories that donât even hold me back. After all, you havenât heard why she was promoted to a civilian around supplies this time. Since we talked about not having actual combat experience, is it still the purpose of gaining actual combat experience?
On the way to the outpost after breakfast, I saw fully armed soldiers assembling. I guess weâre still ahead of us, weâre not aligned. And thereâs something in it that I didnât see yesterday. Skinny, long-heared men â are elves.
I wasnât surprised to see an elf. As I tried yesterday, there is a lot of magic around here.
If so, there is no surprise at all that the elves need to absorb magic on a regular basis and can only live in such places are stationed around here. If you have demonic anxiety where you live, the thought of helping you get rid of it is natural.
It is a difficult story to say that we need a supply of magic, but if there is space nearby for caves and other magical powers to stare, there is a risk of demons.
With a little sympathy, I went to the outpost again to focus on my work today.