Translator: SFBaka
âHere you go.â
âNnâ¦â¦â
I handed a piece of the raw firewood to Elma, who was sitting on standby beside me, and she quickly chucked it toward the burning signal fires. They should be pretty heavy, but she was strong enough to throw them with one hand. Just where was she getting all that power from those slender arms of hers?
Eh? Why was Elma who was supposed to be building our temporary shelter, in charge of throwing firewood into the signal fires now? Uh, it seems the rest of the girls booted her out eventually, so she ended up sulking here.
Oh, and by the way, Mimi and the others have already completed building the first iteration of our temporary shelter. Well, it looked like a giant tofu block, but it was functional, so yay!
âThis thingâs interestinâ.â
âIâm next, Big Sis.â
âUn, after trying out all sorts of things like this, the first shelter does look a bit too plain.â
Tina, Whisker, and Mimi were now busy making shelter model No. 2. Apparently, they wanted to do away with the tofu design and produce a dome-shaped one. They broke down the chopped trees I set aside for materials, reconstructed them, and repeatedly made use of trial and error.
I tried to touch a wall that was made through the molecular composition device earlier and found it somewhat strange.
Its appearance was akin to a pitch-black and slightly glossy plastic-like material. Apparently, the wall was hollow inside, or at least, a part of it was. I tried knocking on it with my fist and found that it felt quite light. But it didnât seem like I would be able to punch a hole through it even if I swung at it with all my strength. There might be parts inside the hollow structure that serve to absorb strong impacts, and the black material seemed pretty tough as well. Are these actually some kind of those so-called carbon materials? I didnât have a lot of opportunities to encounter carbon materials back on Earth, so I couldnât tell the difference. Well, they were made out of wood, after all, so they probably werenât the same as those.
âLearning to kindle a fire like this is sort of a rare and valuable experience too huh.â
âReally? Uh, itâs my first time doing something like this too yâknow.â
âIs that so? You seem pretty used to it so I thought youâve done this sort of thing on the regular.â
âAnd what sort of era did you imagine I was living in that makes it necessary for me to raise smoke signals regularly? The warring states period or something?â
âIsnât that the case where youâre from?â
âOf course not. We had electricity, gas, and water available to most households, there was the internet, online games where tens of thousands of people could log in and play simultaneously, and orbital space stations where astronauts performed scientific research and experiments. At the very least, our society was more advanced than the Grado clanâ¦â¦ I think. Anyway, we had a fair bit of technology available to us.â
âHee, itâs a lot more advanced than I thought. Well, I guess itâs no wonder you could adapt to life here so quickly.â
âYep. I mean, people living in an age where youâd have to regularly make use of smoke signals wonât be able to make heads or tails of a portable data terminal for starters.â
âItâs ironic that the data terminal you just mentioned is practically useless here.â
After saying so, Elma shrugged and threw another piece of firewood at the bonfires. There were three of them, so we were pretty busy.
âWill help really come for us?â
âIâm sure they will. Even if the elves of this planet donât, thereâs still Mei.â
âYeah, I suppose so.â
Sheâs our trustworthy Mei after all. Even if the elves of this planet were in the middle of an internal spat and may put our rescue as second on their priority list, Mei will surely rush to rescue us instead. Krishnaâs loaded with various advanced sensors, and with Meiâs computing power, it should be easy for her to triangulate our crash site. It might be necessary to perform recalibrations in order to allow Krishna to fly smoothly within the atmosphere, but Mei will surely do well in that area too, and if push comes to shove, sheâll probably sortie forcibly if the authorities here take too long to arrive at a decision. Iâm sure Mei will ignore any sort of opposition in order to rescue us. Thereâs no doubt about that.
âAll things considered, we were still pretty lucky even if we got wrapped up in a crash since weâre all mostly okay. Well, we did panic when we found you bleeding from the top of your head though.â
âYeah. Fortunately, we didnât fall from too high an altitude, and the cars hit quite a few tree branches on the way down which cushioned much of the impact.â
âYou make sure to take a medical check once weâre back on the ship, okay? An injury to the head is pretty dangerous you know.â
âYeah, I got it.â
Thanks to the emergency medical nanomachine unit, I felt no problems so far, but it canât hurt to be too careful when it comes to head injuries. It seems medical nanomachines are also capable of healing cerebral hemorrhage and contusions to a certain extent though. So far, I havenât experienced things such as fuzzy memory and physical difficulties, so I was probably fine.
âWell, right now, all we can do is wait. Wanna grab something to eat?â
âSure.â
âOh, this is surprisingly tasty.â
âYeah. Itâs a darn shame we donât have alcohol to go with it though.â
âMaybe I should have packed some. This has a subtle scent of liquor coming from it, so it kinda makes me want to have a drink more.â
âWow. Dwarves sure are amazing for thinking of drinking even in this situation.â
We entered one of the shelters Mimi and the others made and started eating the rations I brought with me. This time, the food rations I brought with me were the same as the ones I had during my stint on Comatt IV. Yep, itâs the one resembling a pound cake that was fairly filling. If I remember correctly, these were the main military rations of a galactic power called the Penitence Kingdom.
Some of the rations I brought had their packaging torn open during the crash, but some were still okay to eat. So, for now, we divided them among ourselves and ate them. Of course, those werenât enough for all of us, so we also ate the ones that didnât have their packaging torn open but were squished flat as well.
âTheseâre rations from another country, right? Whyâd you get these anyway, Boss?â
âUh, they were kinda cheap, so I just went and bought them. It seems they have a surplus of food in the Penitence Kingdom, so they sometimes sell them off to other countries to earn foreign currency. At least thatâs what the store clerk who pushed these to me told me.â
âThese are actually pretty nice as snacks.â
âDonât even think about it. Military rations have a monster-load of calories yâknow? If you ate these on the regular, youâd get fat in a flash.â
âUu, thatâs a bitâ¦â¦ I always work out, but it feels like Iâm not able to get any thinner after all.â
After saying so, Mimi put her hands over her tummy and sighed.
Thatâs actually because I was meddling with her workout menu without her knowledge, but Iâll just keep quiet about that. I personally think Mimiâs current build was the best. Mimi has the ideal glamorous Coca-Cola body after all.
âUs too. We canât seem to get any thinner no matter what we do.â
âYeah, my hips are justâ¦â¦ It makes me really envy Elma-san.â
The dwarven sisters can certainly be said to have the so-called âideal child-bearing hipsâ. Their waists, buttocks, and thighs all had just the right amount of plumpness to them. And, although they werenât noticeable when they wear their work jumpsuits, they had pretty decent chests as well.
âItâs because I train often.â
After saying so, Elma displayed a slight smirk. Yeah, Elmaâs certainly slender alright. But she wasnât overly slender, but instead had a well-proportioned body earned through constant training and workouts. How do I put it? She had virtually flawless physical proportions.
Iâve already seen her naked lots of times of course, but I feel like Iâd be enchanted no matter how many times I witness her beauty.
âWhat sorta body do ya prefer a woman to have anyway, Boss?â
âYouâre asking that in this situation?â
It kinda feels like someone will get angry no matter what answer I give them though.
âRight. First, let me reiterate that I donât discriminate between chest sizes. Small ones and big ones are equally wonderful.â
âWow. This guyâs actually answering.â
âIt kinda feels like heâs put up a solid defense right off the bat.â
âItâs because this stuffâs important you know. Men are creatures who see dreams and romance when it comes to boobs, okay? Them being big or small is just something trivial. I just want you guys to be aware of that.â
âI see. So?â
Elma prompted me to continue.
ââ¦â¦â
Now then, how should I continue? Should I just honestly blurt out my preferred body type? Mimi has her own charms, and so do Elma, Tina, and Whisker after all.
âCome to think of it, you were the one who designed Mei-san, right, Big Brother?â
Hahaha, Whisker just managed to hit the nail on the head. But how will the situation proceed from here? How will the girls react? I canât tell at all.
âNow that you mentioned it, thatâs right. Hm, I seeâ¦â¦â
Mimi looks like she was convinced about something. Stop, donât think about it anymore.
âSo, if Meiâs body shape is his ideal type, I guess it wonât do to be too thin, right?â
âRight. So thatâs it huh?â
âI see. So Big Brother doesnât like it if weâre too thin.â
âStop analyzing me, guys. Please.â
Dammit. I was now under the scrutiny of four women I was close with. Was this a new form of torture or something?
âOkay, this topic is over. How about discussing something more meaningful, guys?â
âEven if you say meaningfulâ¦â¦â
âIn this situation?â
Whisker cocked her head while displaying a troubled expression while Tina shrugged. Yeah. Meaningful discussions arenât really of use in our current situation.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOkay. Then do you guys wanna bet on how long it would take until rescue arrives?â
âIs betting actually something meaningful?â
âThereâs a lot of room for argument on whether or not thatâs actually meaningful.â
Mimi cocked her head and expressed her doubt, and I agreed with her. Itâs not like Iâm against betting though.
âItâs about 2:30 P.M. right now, soâ¦â¦ How about betting between now and six P.M., and intervals of six hours after that?â
âThe heck? Youâre really pushing ahead with betting?â
âMmm, isnât six hours a bit too long? How about cutting it down to three hours? I think it would be more interesting that way.â
Whisker-sanâs actually going along with it. Are we really doing this?
âYep. Okey-dokey. Iâm gonna go with sometime between 9 P.M. to 12 midnight today.â
âAh, how sly, Sis. Alright then. Iâll go with between 9 A.M. to 12 in the afternoon tomorrow.â
âWhat are you betting on in the first placeâ¦? Or rather, what are you guys planning to do after having our meal? Iâm planning on continuing to clear out this section of the forest and building some walls in order to keep the wild animals out.â
âSince we canât bet with money, how about owing the winner a favor instead? Oh, and I agree with building a wall.â
âA favor!? What are you planning to have us do anyway?â
âAinât it fine as long as itâs within reason, Boss?â
And so, we continued to eat while talking about bets and development plans for our temporary shelter.
By the way, I choose to bet on the period between 6 P.M. and 9 P.M. today. I think that time frame is reasonable as long as the incident report, rescue planning, preparation, and execution all proceed without a hitch. Anyway, itâs a contest against time. Iâm sure the correct action to take in this situation was to mount a rescue as soon as possible.
I hope nothing goes wrong.