Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

Lesson 27: The New Year

December 30th.

The Goblin Crusade disturbance five days ago was also nothing if it ended, and peaceful days were back again.

The morning after the crusade, it seems Mel and Sharon made a scene about my absence, but nothing else has happened.

The situation with my reform plan these days, but they're all generally going well.

Nicholas taught me that the patrol classes where Liddy teaches are also going well and that Liddy likes to take the kids. And he also told me that children and adults over the age of ten who are not eligible are also beginning to show interest.

As for distillation, Scott, the distillation manager, is motivated by the name "Scotch” given to the young distilled liquor he put to sleep for three months.

For the reason I named him Scotch, it also meant preventing him, the person responsible, from becoming attached to this liquor and being pulled out by financially powerful merchants and nobles. I think it's the bruised way to go, but if the distilled liquor sells explosively, they're likely to pull Scott out. It is a fabric stone to prevent it.

About Mar - distilled the squeeze of wine - also completes the distillation, with about ten barrels sleeping in the warehouse in Scotch and Mar.

Fruit liquor is also made in the form of marinade, and this one is likely to produce nearly twenty fruit liquors.

The soap is well received and accepted in the houses of the squire without any particular problems. The manufacturing methods discovered by Nicholas and Kate have also been made by the Marlon family in Hector and the Jakes family in Guy to verify that the quality is not a problem. So far, there is no problem, and the current manufacturing method seems to sell well enough.

For toilets and organic fertilizers, we experiment with livestock - horses and cattle - manure mixed with straw and rotten soil that we have taken in the woods, mixed with human excreta there.

Until autumn things are turning smoothly into rotten soil, but the situation is that we are waiting for results after the cold gets harsher.

He didn't make it to work this year, but for the wheeled weight, he's asked Craig, a woodworker, and Beltram, a blacksmith, to manufacture it. The prototype is scheduled to be completed in the spring.

So far, everything is going well.

During the winter months, the manufacture of dried pasta is contemplated, as well as beekeeping and sweeteners in the spring.

In my workout, swordsmanship is level three, and magic is level three with the highest wind attributes.

As for magic, I am now intensively working out Liddy's good wind attributes because it is more efficient to get one attribute extremely then another.

In the wind attribute, manipulating the gas made the image difficult, and I was worried about how it could lead to attack magic. By the way, Liddy uses the wind blade (wind blade) and the air hammer (air hammer) well.

The wind blade (windblade) was an image of a clear boomerang flying away, easily cutting off a branch of a tree about five cm thick. The air hammer (air hammer) is a magic that feels like knocking compressed air, and is powerful enough to blow every horse a heavily equipped cavalry with as much magic as you can think of.

My Magic Possession (MP) is still only ninety one, neither of which has much power. Now he even raises the level of the wind attribute by chanting the wind blade.

By the way, the power of my wind blade is to the extent that it cuts off branches of trees with a range of about 30m and a speed of about 30m = 100km/h and a diameter of about 1cm 10 m away.

The slow speed is the neck, but if you put it in a steep point, such as the carotid artery, it's fully capable of killing. He thinks it's a pretty good combat ability for a four-year-old.

What is unfortunate is that the controls are not good? Even ten meters away, there is an error of about 20 cm. Liddy says the image is important, but I wonder if it's because it's a boomerang, thanks for the lack of precision.

I regret so much that I am developing new magic in confidence with Liddy. The image is a swordfish with wings of a vacuum blade.

Although the speed is inferior to the blade of the wind, the hitting accuracy is exceptionally high because it can move freely. Above all, it's beautiful to fly. It's fun to watch transparent swordfish fly freely, but I can only practice for a few seconds because of the amount of magic I use.

A spell will save you magic, but you'll need a name to activate magic. I'm thinking of that name right now, but I can't think of a good one. Hi, chef. I don't like to think of a secondary name.

I magically remembered, Sharon's training is going well too. In November, he was able to manipulate magic, and Liddy, who was teaching, was surprised.

Except if you can check your magic holdings (MPs) like I do, but it's dangerous for a four-year-old to use magic, which means he's practicing magic manipulation repeatedly.

Liddy said he would start training to use simple magic - Sharon has fire and wind attributes - from the beginning of the year.

She said Sharon was a genius, so she didn't have to go to sorcery school to be alone by the time she was about fifteen.

It's still snowing this morning.

Even if it snows, my grandfather's training takes place as usual.

Unless there is a storm, even if it rains, we will train, so it is not a reason to stop at the snow level.

By the way, I don't train in a storm to prepare for an emergency, and my grandfather said, "The enemy strikes, rain, snow or storm. Naturally, we should train to go with it".

Outside, it is still covered in darkness, with glittering snow illuminated by the demonic props of the lights and fantastic landscapes.

Exchange morning greetings as usual and start barebacking.

When I'm bareback, two lights come up shaking from under the hill.

It's the light that Sim and Mel's siblings and Dan and Sharon's siblings have.

Seriously, they also always come to training, rain or snow. I guess there are circumstances where the face of my husband, the Lockhart family, does it, but it can't be that the minister's child doesn't, but it just strikes me when I see him climbing the hill with his cheeks bright red in the cold wind like a still young child cuts himself out.

The voice of a cheerful Mel greeting sounds and the voices of the other children overlap.

My grandfather and we will return the greeting without stopping our hands.

Same routine as usual.

It's an irreplaceable routine for me.

Today, December 30th is New Year's Eve, the last day of Tria calendar year 3006.

This world is thirty days in January and three hundred and sixty days in a year, so it can only last until December and thirty.

And the beginning of the year hits the winter solstice.

The day before that, on New Year's Eve, I thank God that I was able to make the year safe and pray to God that the coming New Year will be peaceful. This neighborhood is just like the original world.

Training will take place whether it rains or snows, but just on New Year's Eve today and tomorrow's New Year's Day, no vigilante training will take place.

Liddy's patrol class is also off today, and after morning training, relaxing time should flow.

At the end of the training, we all head to the dining room, but the house is illuminated by the light of the magic props of the lights.

There are no glass windows in this mansion and all the windows are wood windows. In the snowy cold, consider heating efficiency and windows are all closed. For this reason, during the winter months, even if the weather is good, we will rely on the light of the magic props of the lights from day to day.

This is the magic prop of the light, but it is relatively inexpensive and long-lasting. Eco-friendly lighting that uses less magic.

It's easy for me to light up a kid. I measured the MP I used once, but even the product I had for about two hours was about 10 to 15. They say a normal kid can light four or five.

Breakfast in the light of pale lighted demonic props, after which everyone spends New Year's Eve in a thoughtful way.

I was playing snowball with the Mels and all, and then I spent some time studying magic with Liddy.

And in the evening.

More luxurious dishes line the table than usual.

Pigs and cattle crushed for New Year's Eve will be baked in the fireplace and served nicely.

Stew-like and other loose soups and winter vegetables dug out from under the snow.

And a sweet treat like a big pound cake is placed.

Adults have a rarely used silver glass lined with wine, “scotch" and fruit wine divided by water. My brother and I had a thinly cracked fruit liquor in our glass.

All this day, Walt, Molly and Tricia, who work in this house, also get to the table together.

Everyone got to their seats quietly, and only the sound of the burning down goto of firewood burning in the fireplace was echoing in the dining room.

When all the glasses are filled, dinner begins in the words of my grandfather.

"Enos and Gene were tied this year. And a new Lydia joined me as a family. A new family will be born next year. As early as Enos."

My grandfather smiles at my father and mother, Walt and Molly. And then you look at me.

"I tried a lot (...) and new things this year. No results yet, but we'll have good results next year. Let's pray to God that we have made this year safe and that next year will be a better year"

My grandfather said, "Thank the gods. Cheers," he lifts the glass.

Everyone raises the glass "Thank the gods" in the same way.

And then the meal starts quietly, but quickly turns into the usual lively dining table.

Especially when my brother wants to hear about the goblin exorcism, and my grandfather follows the booze in, and the heat builds on the story.

I was talking to Liddy, and my mother, Molly and Tricia were talking about a child to be born.

Peaceful time passes.

In a few hours it will be 3007 years of destiny.

Thinking about it always makes me anxious. But when I look anxious, Liddy always takes my hand.

"It's okay. I'm here."

I nod at that word and smile, "Oh, I know," he said.

(A lot happened this year, but the best part is that I met Liddy. It's a cliché, but I met the woman of fate, Hitoshi. What will happen next year...... will we meet another “destiny”?

I was having fun later than usual. I wanted to take care of this time, thinking this place was the same as the original world.

The year 3007 of the Tria calendar dawned.

Exactly no morning training, but still wakes up at the usual time.

(Has it finally become a year of destiny... No, let's not think about it anymore. Thinking about it doesn't change anything...)

I was gobbling up a little in bed, but without going to sleep twice, I was eventually up.

It was still dark outside, but I heard Walt pumping up a fishing bottle, so I took the wooden sword as usual and went out into the garden.

Until yesterday the snow stopped and the sky was clear with no clouds.

When you shake bare enough and warm your body, the color of the sky gradually changes from deep blue to bright blue.

I was exhaling white and staring at the gradual dawn of the eastern sky.

(Is that your light? I guess decades...... since I was a kid, when I went to my first family meeting. About forty years......)

Above the Aquila Mountains, the eastern sky becomes reddish.

The ridges of the mountains, white and make-up with snow, stain orange.

The dark orange sun then slowly ascends from the ridge of the gizzards, illuminating the roof of the mansion where the snow accumulates and becomes bright white.

As we light the glowing hills of the gradually rising sun, the trees of the forest create a long shadow.

I accidentally meditated on my eyes and lowered my head gently.

(I've never felt it before, but seeing a sight like this is something of nature and awe. Is it because I'm Japanese?

"I knew you were here."

That's what Liddy called me. Hold your arms tight to withstand the cold and even look a little trembling.

I was saying "Happy opening" in Japanese.

"What? Is that the word of the previous world?

She stares at me with a strange face.

"That's right. I guess it's a word of meaning to thank for the new year. Well, that's my first greeting for the new year."

"Hey, tell me that word," she quivers in the cold.

One syllable at a time. Teaching separately,

"Ah, keh, mah, mah, mah, mah, mah. Fits?"