Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
The next day. It was autumn so the sun was rising late.
I shake the frying pan, squinting at the sunlight coming in from the side.
ãThis should do itã
A lot of mushrooms fried with bacon. I transferred them to a large plate and placed a slice of French bread next to them.
The oil from the bacon made a sizzling sound, and the steam rising from the pan. This set, a cup of coffee, and a D-rank cure abnormal status potion were todayâs breakfast.
ãThank you for the mealã
I clapped my hands together and stabbed one of the mushrooms with my fork, in the garden forest where my family members gathered. It was still a bright red even after being cooked.
I trusted Imosuke who picked this mushroom for me and put it in my mouth.
ãâ¦Itâs delicious!ã
I said my thoughts out loud as I bit into the egg-shaped umbrella after shredding it.
The umami overflowed from the thick mushrooms and the saltiness of the bacon. I canât believe itâs just fried.
As expected of a product of the forest raised by spirit beasts.
By the way, there was only one reason why I didnât cook it in a pot. Itâs because I didnât have a pot.
ãIâll look for it in the shopping district later. I hope they have a small oneã
Fortunately, I didnât have to use the potion, so I put the bottle away in my potion bag.
After I finished washing the dishes, I called out to my family members in the garden forest and left the house. I headed for the merchant guild.
ãTauro-san, thank you as alwaysã
After delivering the potion, I had a short chat with the tough-looking supervisor.
Sometimes I get to hear interesting rumors, which is great. Today was another such day.
ãA snake woman and a demon, is it?ã
The topic of conversation was, to my surprise, the Light cruiser-sensei.
She had traveled to a foreign country before her match with me, defeated a snake woman in the east and beaten up a demon in the north.
I wondered what she was training for.
ãIâm the one who told you this, but this kind of story often becomes exaggeratedã
The tough-looking guy smiled bitterly and explained himself. For once, I agree with his opinion.
ãWell then, Iâll leave it to youã
I greeted him and stood up from my seat. After that, I went east along the main street and wandered around the shopping district while thinking.
I was thinking about the Knight I had encountered the other day who seemed to be a Knight from the elf race. I wanted to make a countermeasure against them.
(To think we have the same fighting style)
Launching magic attacks from a distance, and when the enemy came at him, I would hover to escape.
This is only possible if you have more magic power than other people, but it will be difficult against elves.
(And I donât have a chance in close quarter combat)
On top of not knowing how to use a sword, it shares the same sense of pain as the Knight. There was no way he could win.
(If thereâs a difference between us, itâs in our amount of magic)
The source of my magical power is the Akashic Magic, which I borrow from the mysterious stone statue. I can only use up to D-rank magic when Iâm on a Knight. The reason for this is because Knights cannot withstand the magic above D-rank. I still have C, B, A, and S-rank, high rank magic I can use.
(If I can use this, I will have the advantage in range, power, and number of bullets. â¦â¦Oops!)
Before I knew it, I had passed through the shopping district and reached the east gate.
I looked at the big brick building that stood on the north side of the gate. It was a familiar place, the hangar of the merchant guild Knight.
(Letâs make a quick stop)
I greeted the old man in charge of guarding the place and went inside. There was no sign of the herbivore mechanic.
I was told that he had been up all night last night and was sleeping in the nap room.
(If heâs going to work to the point he sleeps at this hour, isnât it better to go home instead of staying up all night?)
I thought about it for a moment, but then retracted my thoughts. Maybe he has more energy at night.
(Now that I think about it, there was a vampire at my workplace in my previous world)
He said something scary like âI just canât get into it unless the date changesâ, making his boss turn pale.
The person in charge here is the herbivore mechanic. I decided to let him manage himself and looked up at my beloved Knight.
(The problem is not with me, but with the Old Lady)
Unfortunately, I canât talk to the herbivore mechanic about something that concerns the rank of magic I can use. Iâll just have to take care of it myself.
I sat down at a nearby toolbox, sighed, while continuing to stare at it.
ãOh, itâs already this lateã
I stood up to look at the clock on the hangar wall. It was almost noon.
(Hmm⦠thereâs no time to eat lunch, huh? Guess Iâll do that after I play)
I left the hangar and walked at a fast pace. The destination I headed to was a store specializing in uniforms, where I had made a reservation first thing in the morning.
I opened the door of the store and proceeded to the lobby, where I saw a girl standing in front of the counter inside. I guess she was waiting for me to come.
ãIâll be under your care again today, instructor-dono!ã
A thin, unpretentious girl with a nervous expression saluted me. She had her hair cut short at her shoulders.
Sheâs a student at the pilot school, and of course sheâs wearing her uniform.
When she found out that I was the leader of the merchant guildâs knights, she began to call me instructor.
ãIâm gonna give you another good rub today. You better prepare yourself for itã
ãYes!ã
I said as I put my right hand around her from behind, grabbed her thin breasts, and rubbed them.
The surrounding guests are not interested in us. Itâs a common sight to see costume role-playing starting in the lobby.
We then walked up the stairs to continue in the playroom.
ãIâll be rough, okay?ã
ãYes, I will be in your care!ã
It seems that her magic manipulation skills have improved since she began to play with me as her opponent. Therefore, weâre treating this not as a mere play, but a serious one.
Her senior, Ponytail, has been promoted to B-class rider. This must have been a major motivation for her, and she seemed more serious and enthusiastic than usual.
ãAre you ready?ã
I can feel the sharpness in my right palm, despite knowing itâs there, I ask just to be sure.
Bob cut hair next to me nodded. Seeing this, I quickly pushed her down on the bed.
Unlike Ponytail who showed her bare legs, this girl always wore black tights. They were not thick to begin with, but they made her legs look even thinner.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
I tore the center of her tights under her tight skirt with my hand and immediately entered through the side of her underwear. When I moved a few times, the girlâs face distorted as she screamed.
ãIf you scream like that, it will make your weakness as clear as day. Iâm sure a skilled old man wouldnât miss itã
I stare at her face intently as I continue to thrust into the area where there was a reaction.
ãMy apologies, instructor-dono!ã
The girl clenched her teeth in desperation. But she couldnât bear it and soon crossed the line.
ãInstructor dono! Iâm already-!!ã
She desperately pleaded as her body kept twitching. But I donât stop.
ãIdiot! Donât think that theyâll adjust to your convenience. Some of them will choose this time to move around on purposeã
ãMy apologies! Guaahh!ã
She stopped moving, so I took a short break.
When she began moving again, I picked her up and moved her to the sofa.
ãOkay, hereâs the next scenario. Imagine youâre camped out and youâre sleeping in the cockpitã
The schoolgirl closes her eyes with a serious expression. I put her legs on my shoulders and entered from the front.
ãThe setting is that you wake up in the dark to find an old man you donât know shaking his body with ragged breathing. Scary, right?ã
ãYes! I feel a terrible fearã
Despite answering as such, it seems that it was her key point. She easily ascended to the heavens in a spectacular way.
ãAs if thereâs someone who ascends that easily!ã
The schoolgirl manages to raise and lower her raised chin in response to the strict instructorâs scolding.
Unlike Ponytail, she is a junior from the athletic club-type kind of girl.
ãWeâre going for another round, no breaks!ã
ãYessh! Pleash doo~ã
This kind of thing is kind of fresh, it feels nice.
***
After the sun went down, I returned home from the brothel. As usual, I was greeted by my family members at the entrance.
After dinner, I was playing acorn soccer in the living room when I noticed that the garden forest was emitting bright light.
As I stepped on the acorn with my middle finger and defended against Imosukeâs tackle, I glanced at the window.
ãIt sure has increased a lot, huh?ã
I have no clue as to what it is, as I saw a lot of them back when we hunted for mushrooms.
ãItâs beautifulã
ãSo brightã
Caterpillar and dung beetle, we stopped the game and sat next to each other to look at the garden together. As two of my kins say, there are things that shine faintly here and there in the garden forest.
ãItâs certainly beautiful, butâ¦ã
The source of these white lights is a mushroom. It is about the size of a vertical fist and is called ãWhite Ladyã.
The pure white, elegantly opened umbrella is indeed like the elegant figure of a lady. However, despite the elegant appearance, it is also a highly poisonous mushroom.
ãAre the heavy lancers okay?ã
Imosuke and Dangorou nodded. Apparently they donât eat them, so theyâre fine.
But the problem is that itâs gradually expanding its reach. If this continues, the garden forest will eventually be taken over.
ãEh? You want me to harvest it?ã
According to Imosuke, the elves were happily picking it up.
But I know something. Harvesting these mushrooms is extremely dangerous, even for veteran adventurers.
We went out into the garden forest and surveyed the amount of light sources. There were more than we expected.
ãUwaa, itâs even growing out of the chestnut burrã
A chestnut burr that has fallen and splattered its contents. The white lady was standing there, unfazed by the needles on the outer side.
I held Dangorou in my arms as he tried to move forward while showing interest.
ãPoisonous armorã
A 15-centimeter-long dung beetle on my palms turns around and looks at me.
ãDonât even think about itã
His Excellency, the general of the Doom squad, who calls the chestnut burr, thorny armor, already has two burrs in his collection.
The green one with soft thorns is for ceremonial use, and the dark brown one with tougher thorns is for combat. Incidentally, he is not wearing it at the moment.