𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟕: 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
“Sorry. The tea is there, so feel free to drink it whenever you want.”
“Yay, it’s Dairy-chan’s magic~.”
Meti-chan happily hangs a towel around her neck.
It feels like I’ve cast an amazing spell.
In reality, it’s just a simple magic that anyone with magical power can use once they grasp the technique.
While receiving guidance from Gweil-san, we transfer the flowers from the planter. Meti-chan is used to it and efficiently finishes the replanting.
Since I came to help, I must contribute to the effort.
I follow their lead and continue working.
Then, a familiar voice asks from above my head, “Ah, are those Magic Fortune Flowers?” I don’t need to turn around to know. It’s Tyran-san.
“Didn’t you say you were planning to stay indoors all day?”
“I finished a little while ago and just brought down the dishes. Then the cook told me that Dairy is planting flowers, so I came to see.”
Tyran-san, who answers with a big yawn, seems a bit tired. Perhaps he wanted a change of pace. He doesn’t immediately leave, even though he scratches his head.
Gweil-san doesn’t miss him staring at the planters.
“Wizard, if you’re free, could you help?”
“I’ve been indoors since morning, and I just finished my work a while ago.”
“Even so, you came all the way here. You have time, right?”
There, Gweil-san hands him a shovel. It seems that in his mind, Tyran-san helping is already decided. I can sense a familiarity between the two.
“I was planning to go back to my room and sleep. . .well, it can be good exercise. If I help, can you give me some flower petals when they bloom? And there are a few types of grass I want to ask for. I’ll give you a note later.”
“Understood. Are you going to use the flowers as ingredients for medicine?”
“No, I’m planning to use them for creating support items when casting large-scale magic.”
“I don’t really understand human thinking, but I’ll let you know when they bloom.”
“I’m counting on you.”
When you hear the term “support item,” the first thing that comes to mind is a crystal. It was the case for the Saints in the church and also for Olivier-sama.
However, as I studied and advanced in my studies of grimoires, I learned that other items can also serve as conduits.
Among the many support items, crystals are widely used because they are easy to find one that suits oneself.
But it’s news to me that you can make them yourself. Well, if there are magical tools, then it’s not impossible to make them yourself, right? Even from such a trivial conversation, there are new discoveries.
Next time I go to the library, I’ll borrow books about magical tools as well.
While I’m making plans, Tyran-san starts moving forward with a shovel in hand. Then, he squats down in the space where the planter is placed and begins repotting.
“Tyran-san, you’re used to this, aren’t you?”
“In the past, my master told me to grow the herbs I use myself. Along the way, I was also given flower and vegetable seedlings, so I grew various things. Is this your first time, Dairy?”
“I’ve grown vegetables in my hometown, so it’s not completely my first time, but I’m not used to it.”
The conversation pauses, and from there, we silently continue replanting the remaining flowers.
With the increase in manpower from three to four, we successfully finish the replanting before sunrise.
Sitting down on the sheet, I drink the tea that has been cooled by magic. After taking a short break, I plan to plant the aforementioned flowers.
Since we’re at it, Tyran-san also decides to plant them, and Gweil-san goes to get additional bulbs.
At that time, Migi-san and Hidari-san must have come to the kitchen, as they bring us orange sherbet. We enjoy the sherbet given by the three of them while having a lively conversation.
“By the way, Meti’s goal is to become friends with Cerberus-chan.”
“The Cerberus is here?”
I knew that there were demon beasts in the Demon King’s Castle because I had briefly talked to the child who takes care of them during cleaning.
But I never imagined that The Cerberus would be here. . .It’s so demonic. I imagine a gigantic dog standing in front of a gate as big as the library door.
In previous lives, The Cerberus was considered a fantasy creature, but the common feature in many works was having three heads. However, other aspects such as the breed of dog or the shape of the tail varied.
I imagine what breed of dog this Cerberus resembles.
No matter what it looks like, as a dog lover, I definitely want to meet it.
“Yeah! It’s fluffy and cute. But it doesn’t come near me at all. . .”
“Is that so? Stop it, your hand will be bitten off in no time.”
“Ojii-chan says the same thing. . .”
“Well, that’s because it’s not just you that it doesn’t come near. Especially now, it doesn’t have its master and it’s on edge. If you don’t want to get hurt, stop.”
“Don’t sulk. If you want to meet it, at least wait until you grow a little bigger. Until then, listen to what the gardener grandpa says and be a good child.”
Tyran-san calmly advises Meti-chan, who puffs up her cheeks.
But it doesn’t end there. He solidifies the sherbet liquid and adds more sherbet to Meti-chan’s plate, saying, “Eat this too.”
With that, her attention completely shifts from Cerberus to the sherbet, and her mood improves.
“If you eat too quickly, you’ll get a stomachache.”
“It’s okay, Meti is strong. I’ll make some for Dairy-chan too.”
I gently stroke Meti-chan’s head, she loosens her cheeks with a smile.
“Oh, you did a good job. Make some for me too.”
In a cheerful mood, Meti-chan freezes Tyran-san’s portion as well and receives a small candy as thanks. It’s a candy with a striped wrapping paper that is unfamiliar in the Demon King’s Castle.
Did he buy it when he went to the human realm? Tyran-san, who noticed my gaze, smiles.
“I’ll give one to Dairy after tonight’s study session.”
“Dairy-chan, are you studying?”
“Yes. I’m not good at magic yet, so I’m learning from Tyran-san about the parts I don’t understand.”
“Is it tough?”
“It’s tough, but there are also lots of fun things.”
Tyran-san sips his tea while gently stroking Meti-chan’s head, who giggles.
I thought that I could no longer have this slowly flowing time of happiness.
I suppress my eyes welling up with warmth, Meti-chan comes trotting over.
“Good girl, good girl.”
She repeats that while stroking my head. She doesn’t know what happened to me, not even the origin of Dairy.
But it seems like she intuitively understood something. She is a kind child.
When I embrace her head and say “Thank you,” she smiles with a relieved expression.