Day two of rest. Tomorrow the finals of the tournament are withheld, so I would normally spend it preparing for them, but I've been standing in the kitchen since morning.

"I probably didn't fail... OK! You're solidifying."

I removed and touched and confirmed a piece of amber-shaped plate from the refrigerator-type demonic props I had installed in the kitchen (supervised by me, Grandpa & Aina).

"Later it tastes pivotal..."

Split the plate-shaped object placed on the slab by placing a knife on the groove that is latticed. I put one of them in my mouth to make sure it tasted good.

"Yeah, it's success! If it looks like this, other flavors will be fine."

What I was making was candy. I bought a lot of water from a stall yesterday, so I tried to improve it as a portable meal that could easily replenish my energy.

Because in this world, when I say candy, I mean watermelon. I've never seen candy balls that are hardened, and my grandfathers have never heard of them.

So I made it, remembering the candy I used to eat in my previous life. Fortunately, I remember the ingredients because they were simple, but I was a little anxious to succeed because I tried my hand at them.

On the ingredients, with the water sprinkles and sugar I bought and a little lemon juice on the honey, add these to the pan and boil, taking care not to burn them, then after removing them from the fire. Take the coarse heat as you refine with the toys, pour them into the bat and stiffen in the refrigerator. I used this as a basic flavor, and I changed the contents and made several other types, such as raisin, lemon peel chopped, and rock salt mixed slightly.

"That's great for hunting. Mass produce next time you're free!

I broke one candy plate after another, packed it in a bottle for each type and served it in a bag.

When I was wrapping candy in my bag, I felt signs behind my back, so I looked back, and there was a slallin there, and I was looking at this one. Apparently, he showed a rare interest in food (candy).

Having come to my feet, Slalin reached out and picked up the shards and took them into her body when she noticed spilled candy shards falling from the top of the slab on the floor.

"Is it good, Sularin?

As in reply to my words, Slalin is letting his body bounce vertically, apparently, Slalin liked the candy I made.

Because of the rarity of the slurrin, when the candy was given half of each kind, the slurrin was treated to a magic bag that was in the body without eating it at once.

At this time, if I thought Shiloumal and Solomon rarely responded to food, the two were still sleeping well.

Probably didn't notice it because it didn't smell strong.

I asked Sularin to leave a message enjoying the candy and I headed to Kelly's workshop.

There's still a horse near the mansion, but no one's trying to talk to me, so let's just ignore it because it's a potato or something.

By the way, I had a pair of stalkers from yesterday since this morning, but they still didn't talk to me so I ignored this too.

When I got to Kelly's workshop, the door was still locked, so I went inside using the key I had kept.

Starting with Kelly inside, the female Dwarves on the staff were asleep on the floor, and they didn't seem to notice me coming in.

I checked Kelly first and woke her up with a voice because she seemed safe.

"Ugh... good morning Tenma... I have it right there..."

Kelly reacted half asleep, pointing to Adamantine's sword. The patterned part of the sword is wrapped with pure white rope made from braided silwmall hair, and there seems to be nothing bad about it from what I've seen.

"Hey, don't come back and see how you feel."

I held the sword and told Kelly so. Kelly was rowing the ship in a limp, waving her hand like a ghost. Probably not hearing it.

I waved my sword in the backyard of the workshop to see how the pattern felt, but the results were excellent. Shiloumal's hair was inherently tight and I thought it might slip even on the rope, but Kelly and the others seemed to have deliberately enlarged the knot when they tied it and connected it, and the knot was non-slip.

"You're doing pretty well, aren't you?

From behind me waving my sword, Kelly came yawning.

"Oh, good job!

Originally the whole sword was black and likely to have a martial bone impression, but thanks to the dragon and pure white rope dug on the sides of the body, it does not seem strange to say that it is a work of art or a liturgical use.

"Thank you Kelly. So how much does that cost?

I took my purse out of my bag, but Kelly shook her neck to the side.

"I don't want it, I don't want it. Originally, the Grand Duke paid more for the sword adjustment and the sculpture, and even for the rope, the material was tenuous, so much so that we braided our hair. So the fee is like included in the price the Grand Duke gave us!

Apparently, Ernesto (Grand Duke) paid more for me when I said I couldn't, so Kelly thinks it was in the adjustment that knitted the rope.

"Besides, I got a lot of plugs for Tenma. The new technology works, good food is eaten, and I get more upfront... too much if I get any more"

So I laughed at Kelly, and I didn't think it was a good idea to pay for it, and I wrapped my purse in a bag.

"Steady, Shiloumal's hair is a pretty good material! Smooth, clean and sturdy, besides all kinds of resistance. That rope, trying to burn it with fire, it's not going to burn."

It is quite unusual to say that it has all kinds of resistance (in this case, we refer to the magical resistance of fire, water, wind, earth, thunder, ice, and sometimes other poisons, paralysis, etc.) in a single material. Materials such as body hair in particular are often basically vulnerable to fire, but silwmall hair also withstands fire.

"That's amazing...... I knew Shiloumal had a high magic defense, but I didn't even know he had resistance to hair"

Even if Shiloumal ate the coarse magic, he realized he didn't really care, but it's surprising that one of the reasons for this was in his body hair. After all, I was wondering if it was due to the high physical ability and vitality of Shiloumal.

That's about it for the discussion of Shiloumal's body hair, and we went into the final fine-tuning of the sword.

When I said fine-tuning, it was mainly only the adjustment of the patterned part, which did not take much time.

"That's it!

I asked Kelly to re-tie the patterned rope and adjust it to a thickness that was easy for me to use.

"That concludes half the Grand Duke's request!

"Half the request?

I couldn't figure out what Kelly meant, and I listened back tilting my neck.

"Yes, I haven't (...) completely finished the request yet. This is a tournament adjustment. There's still grinding after the game so we can use it after the tournament. So after the tournament, you bring it to our workshop!

That said, Kelly slapped me on the back as much as she wanted.

Even when I say women, that's a Dwarf blacksmith there. My body flew lightly because Kelly's power is nothing less than that of a first-rate adventurer.

"Bye. Don't forget to bring your sword! I'll sleep again."

Yawning, Kelly returned to the workshop and dived into the futon where she slept.

I was thinking of returning the keys, but Kelly started snoring early, so I had no choice but to tighten the door instead of Kelly before leaving the store.

Instead of walking like that, I kept walking cold down the stall, but once in a while, a threesome of stalkers are following me.

I was getting tired of ignoring them, so I lured them into an elongated back alley.

The threesome followed me to the back alley without any suspicion.

"Hello"

We waited a little through the entrance to the back alley and spoke to the threesome. Then the trio trio tries to escape reflexively, seemingly surprised.

"Oh, please don't run away. I generally (...) know who you are. Exactly, I wonder if the aristocrats (...) will work in stalking... I will keep my mouth shut to His Majesty the King, so please stop doing this. I think I'll have a chance to formally (...) see you soon, so I hope you're in a good mood until then"

I rolled up all at once before my opponent uttered the word, and I kicked the wall and jumped up onto the roof of the building.

If this was an unknown aristocrat, I'd report it to the Kings, but fortunately for them, they didn't try to harm me, and there will be someone I know in their midst.

A party is scheduled to take place in Royal Castle in a few days. Plus, with the prize (third place or higher) confirmed at the tournament, I'm supposed to be specifically invited, so I'll still have a chance to meet you then.

Again, I saw a threesome with a pocan and an open mouth, and then I left.

He jumped unnoticed on the roof, and as he descended into the unpopular back alley, he exhaled heavily and breathed.

"Would you have been a little disturbed?

I regretted a little that even though it was meant to poke at the voids of the three of us, it didn't look good.... At least the damage is unexpectedly huge when done alone.

Just in case, when I used Exploration to explore the threesome, it didn't move from where we broke up earlier.

I picked a way out of them and headed back to the mansion.

---SIDE threesome---

"Hey... you're loud again"

"This heckle"

Of the threesomes, two are connected to the biggest man.

The big man roared as he scratched his head, kneeling in to turn down his big body.

"... I know you can't help it... but if I screw up, the territory of the house could follow the descent line again..."

The other two were flashing faces to a man who spoke to Boso with a voice that did not suit his appearance.

"No, I don't have it anymore. My father told me that he doesn't seem to have so much in his roots."

"That's what I heard, too. But there's a chance that Lion will change his attitude knowing we followed him."

When the smallest of the three (albeit about the average height) men said so, the man known as Lion rose in momentum.

"Isn't that because of you guys!

Lion makes a loud yell, but the two of them don't care at all. As usual, apparently.

"That's not true. We gave you good advice. You're the one who freaked out, heckled, and hesitated without taking my advice."

"You're right about Albert. We cooperated at least (...). It's Lyon's fault. We have nothing to do with this."

"Guuuuuuu ~"

Lion stares at the two as he roars. But the two of them are completely ineffective and look cool.

If a strange third party saw this sight, they would call a guard with a scream. That's how powerful Lyon's face was... to the point that I don't think he's noble.

"Hey, Albert. I knew it was yours..."

He had nothing to do with it!

Albert says no to the flavor.

"Then Cain! Yours..."

"Absolutely not! It's like selling a fight!

A man called Cain also says no before Lion finishes saying it. Most of all, unlike Albert, this one is opposite while scratching a cold sweat.

"Well, he'll have a chance to meet formally soon," he said. That means he's still willing to listen to Lion... right? Maybe. "

"Hey, Albert! Don't say that in doubtful form!

"Well, even if he listens, it doesn't matter if we cooperate."

When I heard Cain's words, my body shook up a pull, Lion. And...

"That and this, it's my fucking father's fault. Uh-huh."

I barked out loud into the sky.

"But if I offend him, it's Lion's fault."

Lyon falls to the ground disappointed to hear what Albert has to say.

Then a few minutes later, they had a guard job question waiting for them.