Allrounders!! Chapter 5

Does this world have calendars? Or is it just that they exist in places where I can’t see them?

――For the ti being I’ve been training a lot over the last few months (by standard of the other world). I’ve got my hands on a wooden sword instead of a training sword for swordsmanship…or rather practice-swings. Using that, I’ve been doing practice swings every day, and I’ve also beco quite good at hand-to-hand fighting techniques such as Karate, Boxing, and Kempo. Then again it’s only martial arts where you strike your opponent…but, I never learned Judo or Aikido, unfortunately.

The training of my magic arts ― I feel like I’ve beco able to use them more or less by now…probably. The training of sohow sensing the fluffy sothing has entered the second stage, and now I’m practicing to fluffily gather the fluffy sothing around .

Originally that wasn’t written in the books about magic, but when I sohow tried it after feeling that I’d be sohow able to pull it close to , I noticed that it worked, and thus I’ve been gathering it.

But if I were to be asked, “Okay so what about it?”, I wouldn’t have any smart answer since I don’t know myself!

Learning magic arts through self-study is tough. The general concepts are recorded in the books, but they don’t ntion any training thods. Therefore I’ve got to teach myself every day through trial and error.

I’ve been doing my training of gathering Mr. Fluff while seated in Zen ditation, as if drawing in iron sand with a magnet…hmm, no, the pull isn’t that powerful…as if sucking in dust with an air cleaner, but then I reconsidered, wondering whether I would be able to gather it without the Zen ditation part. Ever since then I changed my training regin towards always gathering Mr. Fluff.

It’s been crowned with success as I feel that lots of Mr. Fluff has gathered around .

Now then, I think I’ve probably got to do sothing with Mr. Fluff, but…since I couldn’t co up with anything good, I’m still stuck with rely amassing it around .

The practical application of my otherworld knowledge made so progress after I got the cook to cooperate with . After threatening her that I’d kill her…err, strictly forbade her to tell anyone else, I passed on a few of the recipes and cooking techniques I knew of.

This world has no fernted food despite knowing how to make wine!

A simple ferntation thod is to put veggies into a boiled container, crush them, and let them fernt. Sa works with fruits.

After using this as stock, marinating the at with it, and heating it up in a covered pot, you slowly cook it over the residual heat of a fla (increase the intensity when it becos lukewarm) to finally bring out a full and deep taste.

“Why do you have wine but no food that’s made with the sa procedure?”

When I asked the cook, she told , “Very likely the commoners have this kind of cooking. However, normally you wouldn’t co up with the idea to deliberately let food rot before cooking it.”

No, there exist people who thought of this, right? The other world’s food had far more variety and quality than that of nobility in this world, and yet people over there ca up with fernted food, you know?

――Of course, the dishes based on my knowledge aren’t served to that man and his ilk. I an the cook would be beheaded with her head placed on a pike outside the mansion if she fed them sothing made out of rotten food! Thus only the cook, …and the servants, who wanted to eat it, partook in it.

By the way, when I was asked whether you could brew wine in the sa way, I answered that it should be possible to make fruit wine with a similar thod. Since the cook looked like she wanted to try it out, I asked her whether she wants to have a go at it if you don’t require a license for brewing alcohol. And since she deeply nodded her approval, we’re currently in the middle of preparing everything to brew wine.

But, a high level of experience and temperature control is essential when it cos to brewing wine, so it’s bound to fail, isn’t it?

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Because I’ve been paying attention to not run into that man, I never saw him ever since that one ti, but one day I got careless and inadvertently ca across him. Of course I totally ignored his existence, but once that abuse-loving man spotted , he apparently felt an urge to ntally corner and bully . He went out of his way to draw close to , and started to run his flap, so I lightly clicked my tongue.

Seemingly having heard that, his expression changed. …Even though he always clicked his tongue whenever I approached him before falling ill, I guess he’s not okay with getting the sa treatnt from .

“I” “expressly” “avoided” “you” “to” “not” “have” “to” “see” “your” “face,” “so” “do” “” “the” “favor” “of” “not” “speaking” “to” “” “when” “you” “have” “no” “business” “with” “.”

I clearly, and slowly pronounced every word so that even an old man with bad hearing would catch it.

“…You really have a terrible character, don’t you? It remains a mystery to how soone like you could have been born.”

His voice was trembling, and he had beco unable to clearly articulate himself because of his advanced age…how pathetic.

“Didn’t I simply turn out similar to those who are my biological parents?” Upon replying this with a chilly voice, he froze. “Wouldn’t it have been better if you hadn’t copulated with the woman who gave birth to , if you didn’t want her to give birth to ? It’s your own fault for having succumbed to your sexual desire, isn’t it? Sothing like claiming no responsibility after doing what you want to do… Ah, is it possibly the syndro where old people stop rembering past failures?” I unnaturally cocked my head to the side with a finger placed on my chin.

“…You…!”

As he apparently got pissed off by that gesture, he tried to slap , but I dodged it.

…Ooh! It seems my physical ability has leveled up!

The man seed startled about my evasion. Rather, I’m also surprised at myself for having been able to dodge it, even if I’ve been training for this very reason. I thought that he might try to punch next, but…

“Master!?” The butler rushed over while looking shocked.

That man was panting with his shoulders heaving, and then he laughed scornfully while looking down at .

“Don’t make any mistakes. You think you’re my daughter? …Where do you have any proof for such a claim? You might have been born from that woman, but it’s not said that I’m your father, right? Aren’t you so bastard she made with so unknown man sowhere? After all, you don’t resemble in the slightest!”

“Master!! …How could you…!?”

“Shut up!”

How unusual. The butler, who’s always calm and collected, has raised his voice in anger. But well, I can relate. I don’t know what kind of relationship they share, but if that woman’s family heard this statent, it’d turn into a problem, wouldn’t it?

“Hoh.” The two looked at . “In” “other” “words,” “Earl” “Springcoat” “has” “not” “once” “copulated” “with” “the” “woman” “who” “gave” “birth” “to “!” “…is” “what” “you” “are” “saying?”

Confronted with my direct question, that man averted his eyes.

“So you did.”

“Shut up! Moreover, don’t call it copulation!”

“No matter what I call it, it doesn’t change what you’ve done.” I calmly pointed out. “Well, you insisting that I don’t resemble you despite that is very appreciated. It’s a good piece of news that I still have a chance for a 『father overflowing with love, broadmindedness and kindness, who’s going to co et soday, after he had to tearfully part with the woman who gave birth to out of inability to live with her』.”

The butler looked flabbergasted. No, not just him, the sa could be said about that man as well. But then that man revealed a creepy smile.

“Do you really believe in such a fairy-tale?”

“You think I would? Isn’t that sothing you’d be able to imdiately tell without having to ask? …For heaven’s sake, that’s why old people are such a pain to deal with.” The man’s face turned bright red as soon as he heard my frosty reply. “I just beca delighted over the prospect that it’s possible for to be unrelated to abusive trash that loves to look down on others and finds joy in bullying, hurting, and scorning a girl who’s rely five years old. I must say, today is truly a wonderful day. Please excuse then.” I bid my farewell with a bright smile.