Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi no Slow na Second Life

Although abrupt.

It's been a year.

This is a year since Dariel visited the village of Lax.

There was a lot going on.

He expelled the Demon King Army, found himself a human race even though he thought he was a demon, became a resident of this village, and a year passed after working for this village.

I think it was a fruitful year.

I'm also a full member of the village of Lax now, and I think I've deepened my ties with everyone in the village.

What changes have been made to the village in the past year?

For me, too.

Let's take a look around in turn.

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First of all about the whole village of Lax, but this developed greatly.

It is still significant that the Mithril mine has returned to the hands of the human race.

The importance of the village of Lax was also fished up by the creation of an important base in the neighborhood, resulting in more people coming and going.

Mithrills dug out in mines are transported to the village of Lax and processed into weapons through various processes.

Built outside the village, there are many blacksmiths called by Grandpa Smith, waving hammers at Mithrills day and night.

The weapons that can be made are put to waste and transported to various locations.

Mithrill weapons are more powerful and expensive than weapons made of any other material.

The deal brought enormous benefits and contributed to the development of the village.

The blacksmiths who have moved to the village are highly paid.

The people who originally lived in the village also sell firewood medicine to such blacksmiths and beast meat to shake their wings.

Still, the development is still coming, and there's a lot to be done.

And the latest news about me personally...

Married.

The opponent is Marika.

Needless to say, the trigger was what happened in that sauna.

Since then, the story has progressed with a ton of clapping, and when I realized it, I was ceremonial.

And it just doesn't stop.

A child was also born.

The flow is so fast and scary.

Born is a healthy boy.

The name was Gran.

I borrowed some of my name on my own from someone I admired as my father.

The Dark Soldier Age of the Demon King Army. You can't even use magic. I totally gave up that my daughter-in-law wouldn't come.

I didn't know I could have a family after thirty. I have a second life really fulfilling.

My vision clouds with tears every time I peek into my child sleeping in a baby bed.

That's what Marika said when she saw me.

"You. If you're touched here, you're in trouble, right?

She rapidly equips herself with the charm of a wife this past year.

"You're still the first, aren't you?

and his own stomach.

……

Apparently I still have to work hard.

Well, a lot of kids aren't uncommon in the country.

And then there was another change when I married Marika, the village chief's daughter.

I became the village chief.

Birth.

I declined just once when the story came out, but to the village chief, who ended up being pushed out.

As for my opinion on pushing me to the village chief...

'Although it would be inconvenient for an important person like you not to have a single title'.

Something like that.

Mithrill deals continue with the Demons via their old friend Lisette, and the knockers at the mine still trust me first.

It's me who moves when something happens, and it's easier for me to move when I have the title of village chief.

I'm sure you'll continue to work for the village, but as far as I'm concerned, I couldn't argue with that.

Married to Marika, the village chief's daughter, established an authentic inheritance route.

So I became the village chief.

The man who was the village chief when I visited him is no longer the village chief, but his stepfather.

Because he is the father of my beloved wife.

My father-in-law was originally a guild master with the village chief, but he dedicated himself to a single guild master by ceding the village chief to me.

So it's not entirely retirement, it's working with me in the direction of putting together village adventurers.

That said, every day I leave most of my work running the village to me to drown my first grandson Gran.

As village chief, I have a lot of work to do.

It wouldn't have been so hard when it was a remote village before I got my mine back, but I'm very busy right now.

Well, they leave the end of the village to my extraction, so it's responsible but rewarding at the same time.

The Lord of a Castle and a Country Born!

No, it's a village.

Then......

This past year has been a lot of congratulations, but it has also been sad.

Grandpa Smith passed away.

Grandpa Smith, who knew a lot as an aged blacksmith and had craftsmanship moves, left for the afterlife with those precious things.

The cause of death is aging.

Since the opening of the blacksmith in the village of Lax was decided upon, I have worked vigorously.

He called many young blacksmiths from within his home blacksmith to spread his skills and greatly contribute to the re-establishment of the blacksmith in the village of Lax.

He suddenly passed away without suffering for a long time.

That day, the blacksmith's opening was separated, and everyone drank and fussed to have a celebratory liquor platter.

In it, Grandpa Smith doubles the number of people, tells his dreams without merit, and when he buries his bones in the village, he wakes up scattered and drunk.

He was transported to his disciples and stayed on the bed, never waking up.

The funeral was served in our village.

The body discussed going back to his hometown blacksmith, but the tomb also stood in the village of Lax wanting to respect what he had said the day before.

The disciples say that they had originally destroyed their bodies, but they said they couldn't and rushed to the village of Lax.

Says he was surprisingly well and surprised from that road trip, but did his grandfather return to the last few months of his life, when he was the brightest?

I didn't know you were really going to pass away with my Hermes sword as a testament.

The blacksmith, which was opened, operates without problems under the command of his grandfather's apprentice.

Their goal is to go beyond the skill of the teacher, based on the teachings left behind by the teacher.

Believe me one day they will create more masterpieces than Hermes knives.

After a year, my village of Lax changed a lot.

Some have developed, and some are still missing.

The village of Lax is still changing from now on.

The story goes on even further on stage in its village of Lax.