Mongrel’s Simple Close-Combat Technique Course

After burning incense in the hut and sleeping again, the next day.

Today the workers are scheduled to enter the hut, so we’re doing final checks before vacating the place.

That said, the Cyclops that could have been the biggest obstacle is already gone.

Turns out that Cyclops had wounds from fighting back against Deer or Boar that had festered, which was the cause of its weakness. Maybe if it had eaten a bit more and gotten its condition together, it could have recovered, but unluckily it just kept getting weaker.

Thanks to that, the … Read the rest

Forest Snacks and Water Source Patrol

The next morning, Ulrika was glaring at me with a sulky expression.

“…Mongrel-san, I thought you were a gentler person…”

Apparently he’s angry about last night’s massage.

“That kind of thing isn’t about being gentle. Even you thought yesterday’s session was good, right, Ulrika?”

“Th-that’s… but it felt rough…”

“Be honest. Say ‘it felt good.'”

“…It did feel good, but… it hurt too…”

“In that kind of massage, the pain is part of what feels good. Good grief… Ulrika, you’re still just a child.”

“N-no I’m not! I’m an adult!”

I put on my … Read the rest

Emergency! Agonizing Forced Massage

The next morning we got up while it was still dim and started moving. We walked steadily toward the Third Work Cabin.

This far into the remote areas, the landmarks people had set up gradually became fewer, and the path became vague and hard to follow. Even so, Ulrika walking in front showed no hesitation. If it were just me, I’d probably get lost, so this really helps.

“Huh? Mongrel-san, what’s that you’re holding?”

“Hmm? It’s just a water bottle. Ah… you mean this?”

What I was holding wasn’t just any water bottle. It was a … Read the rest

Taste Verification

Having been dragged off to war for a whole month, the mundane work during that time had fallen behind.

The construction in Legol’s expansion district was affected, as were many industries.

Most importantly, logging work for winter was completely behind.

We still need much more Baroa lumber for heating and construction materials.

It looks like helping with logging work near the entrance of Baroa Forest will be the main work until the end of this year.

But I get tired of just security work. I want to do subjugation…

“Are the nearby security jobs taken?”

“We prioritize newly-made … Read the rest

I’ll Protect the Corn Field

Full autumn is here. It seems like corn planting was particularly active this year, as I’ve been noticing more escort requests for corn harvests.

The corn in this world isn’t as big as in my previous life, doesn’t have as many seeds, and frankly, it’s hardly sweet at all. Still, it’s planted as an easy crop to grow, almost like a pastime, and it’s also used as material for corn pipes. …That said, wheat and barley seem more profitable… I wonder what people who grow it are thinking. It’s a crop I just don’t understand.… Read the rest

Revealing Sexual Preferences

I mentioned that war is a money-eating monster.

But since most of that expenditure is shouldered by the country, what happens to individual citizens is different.

In this invasion, there was no fatal territorial violation, and there was no plundering by the enemy. There was probably a lot of theft by bad people taking advantage of the chaos, but that’s about it.

Rather, those who went to war are given money by the country. Pretty good money.

Well, they’re risking their lives to go fight on the battlefield, so they have to get paid or they couldn’t … Read the rest

Human and Monsters, Men and Women

By the time we finally arrived at Legol, the welcoming mood from the city warmly greeting returning soldiers had already completely faded.

Probably the military officers who returned first heard cheers like “Thank you for your service! Long live Harpelia!” from both sides of the road.

But now it feels more like “Oh, you’re back. Welcome home.” That kind of atmosphere. To put it bluntly, it’s really sad.

But that also means this city has quickly regained its peace.

We should probably be happy about that.

“…Randy. You’ve become so small.”

The bone bags … Read the rest

Return and Report

“My name is Michelle, the Holy Maiden of Gentle Rain!”

“My name is Pietro, the Inquisitor of Wax Wings!”

“Together we are Sunglaire’s White Binary Stars, Michelle & Pietro!”

The two men and women struck their pose.

In front of them sat an elderly man on a wooden crate. He watched their perfectly executed pose and applauded.

“Mm! I can’t get motivated for the day without seeing this! Michelle, and Pietro, good work on your safe return!”

“The mission was successfully completed!”

“Oh! Well done! …Really?”

“…Only partially.”

“Hey now!”

“Hiiiie!”

The old man stood on top … Read the rest

White Binary Stars – Michelle & Pietro

Morning. Our logistics unit was advancing along the road from Bradley to the fortress.

By this point, the wagons traveled in groups of only a few at a time, with just us as escorts. This was because the defensive positions were scattered throughout the area.

The fortress was, in other words, the frontier of the frontier. The roads leading there were barely worthy of being called roads at all—frankly speaking, they were terrible.

If you tried to travel them after rain, you’d definitely be in for a rough time. That’s the kind of … Read the rest