A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

Lesson three.

It was midnight.

Everyone is asleep and the slaves on the night shift are on guard around them.

I can hear all sorts of noises running through the signs.

I can hear Iri sleeping. Hetty and I, we somehow know how to breathe the slaves on the night shift.

It's been so quiet. I'm sure you can tell by people's footsteps.

(We need to be more vigilant until we know who the guy who left Garuda's eggs is)

That's why I'm up at night.

I don't think you got an egg in your dream announcement.

That kind of unrealistic hypothesis is the last thing I think about.

That's why I need to do my night shift, too.

Only me and the combat slaves are sharpening their signs detection skills.

But combat slaves are also not actively sharpening their signs perception skills.

As a result of going through the night shift, it's like a degree of rest that in the end I just got caught up because I repeatedly warned my surroundings at night.

I'm not.

I consciously detect signs around me.

Crawl mana. Read the flow of mana wind (some people call it ether style or something).

Hear the sound normally. Gaze your eyes. Be aware of the smell.

Grab what is called a sign.

As a result of that repetition, my signs were detected to Lv.2.

Almost got to Lv.3.

Because of the ability to operate mana efficiently, signs perception skills also grew faster.

As a result, I am the most visible Talent Consultant Mitsuji.

How can it be funny inside that he's a better husband for the night than the slaves?

Me and Hetty were sipping white water and watching Iri.

Ili slept with an egg in her arms.

Sit in front of the fire not to be cold, but at a distance that doesn't burn away.

Me and Hetty smiled when we saw that.

You're protecting your eggs well.

He exposed his lovely sleeping face and looked utterly defenseless, but still seems to be twice as responsible.

It's hard to say if they show up like this.

"... eggs, that's what you're talking about"

"Oh."

Hetty asked terribly.

She seemed to notice somehow, too.

to the fact that garuda eggs are unlikely to hatch.

Maybe he figured out how Iri was doing and how I was doing.

Drink white water.

In the cold desert at night, I want something warm like this.

Sand is hard to hold heat.

That's why it's so cold at night.

That was enough for the eggs to weaken.

"... Stella"

When I turned around because someone caught on to the sign detection, Stella was there.

She was also one of the slaves awake again.

He takes good care of Iri by putting a robe on his back and turning his eggs sometimes.

"Stella, thanks for everything"

To thank you, dusty stellar. She can't talk.

I understand these words, but they can't speak from me, and only will communication is a brush talk or gesture.

I'm going to ask you someday what happened in the past.

What's up, sir, she's asking with her eyes.

It is an inquiry to be aware of because of its appraisal skills. Now I realize that there are very few people who can communicate with her.

"Stella, you were a mother too, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right, Stella agrees.

"How's the kid?

Now, just smile quietly.

In response to Stella, I was somewhat surprised.

I mean, Stella doesn't know anything about her son.

Looking into her appraisal skills, her son was still alive, but wondering how she told me about it, I decided not to put it in my mouth after all.

"Stella. You'd be nice to Iri."

Yes, sir. Stella nodded in awe.

I'm sure she can keep you at Ili's side where you're concerned.

With her kindness and rich experience, she should be kind enough to keep an eye on me like that.

I have a little extra time right now.

I'm sure I'll have to push the right argument.

But not if it's Stella.

She would probably be able to hear the weak sounds of illi and such.

Why do you want to grow it?

"Time for bed, Hetty"

Yeah, snorts Hetty.

Looking at the oil clock, it was also a deep time at night. If you look at the stars and the oil clock, you'll handle it around midnight in time.

It's time to get some sleep before tomorrow.

The fire will be left to the slaves and stellars on the night shift.

When I walked away, I told him, "Don't push me too hard."

The desert night should be cold, with an old body like Stella.

Stella was bowing her head lightly.

Thank you for your concern. That's what he seemed to be answering.

- A name can breathe life into it.

It was an unbelievable superstition, but with my mundane thoughts I suggested we "name" Ili.

Chest the thought that maybe an egg will hatch.

"- I was born! He's alive, he's alive!

I was woken up by a shaggy voice, and I went outside and was surprised by the sight.

One garuda chick hatches from that dying egg.

I thought this was the whole thing. I tried to appraise the chicks, but they were still weak, and I seemed to need to warm them up.

But the chick lived indisputably.

"He's alive... Asu is alive...!

Ili held the chick - Asu - in tears with a soothsayer.

I guess I've always been scared.

Iri, who had endured the fear all along that this child would die in his own hands, was now holding Asu still without wiping the overflowing tears, trembling.

(Is this... the power of the name...?

When I was distracted, I asked Stella something, "Hey, Stella..." without thinking about Stella showing up from behind me.

Did Stella know?

The words were never uttered, but Stella nodded quietly.

Yes, sir. and.

"Ash...... mine, ash......!

The words go on elsewhere with the irritation of crying as you grunt in the back of your throat.

- But, sir, I had a feeling this kid was going to die.

Stella's lip movement was passed on only to me with appraisal skills.

(... the power of the name, it won't be the only one. Maybe it's a coincidence. Yes, it's too soon to decide that -)

But I couldn't stop thinking about it. Because I was convinced that more than half of that chick would die - that it was no longer destiny.

But if the story is true that you can call your soul by calling your name...