Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

I looked at Mr. Eileen's work and there were two things that came to mind. One is making wells, and making yarn wheels.

With a well, a wizard doesn't have to bother refilling the water, and with a yarn wheel, it would be possible for anyone to make yarn out of cotton.

However, well making can't make prototypes with my power alone, and I decided to make yarn wheels a priority. Though I honestly don't know the yarn wheel either.

But I'm studying before I start making it. I have time for a tutor's class.

Today, history class. This time it was a classroom of a period that is called the Age of Mythology, a fairly old discourse in history. When it comes to mythology, there is no religious-like religion in this country. It's a sense of religion close to Greek mythology, such as the Japanese Chronicle. It feels light. But the beliefs of this country, which are told in this myth in the last of the founding myths of the State of Castar, or something like the reason or ideal for its founding, do not seem to be the cause of the problems this country has today.

The mythology the teacher taught me in class tells me that the Kastal country I live in is a God made country.

Mythical times seem to be times when magic could be used without spells. For this reason, the wizard was omnipotent and in good condition enough to describe himself as a god. The country where those arrogant wizards live is the kingdom of God, the Magic Power Pandora. In those days, it was the only absolute kingdom on this continent, ruler.

The wizards of that era seemed cruel and ruthless because they were on track, enslaving all humans who could not use magic and sometimes treating them like animals or less.

But at one point, people who cannot use magic discover how to use iron to create tough swords, armor, helmets, and other protective equipment. The human beings, who were slaves, continue to sneak and grind their own stumps so that they cannot be torn apart by wizards, and flip anti-flags at wizards.

Whatever helpless humans could do, they were wizards on track, but no matter what, there's a lot of them. In addition, armor made of iron sometimes managed to withstand the magic unleashed by the wizard, and the sword was a substitute for being able to tear the wizard apart if it swung down properly and fully.

The war between the wizard and man is prolonged.

There appeared a group of wizards who suggested that humans and wizards live hand in hand together. This third force will later be the gods who will build the State of Kastal.

But at the time, Pandora's Magic King, who was super arrogant, overtook the suggestion and the one with such a weak idea would disqualify the wizard! and just the beginning and end of launching an attack on the wizards of that third force.

The human side couldn't have trusted the wizard, and they couldn't accept the third force.

That's when Pandora's magic king dies and a new king is born. Later he was the worst witch king to be called by two names, the Dark Witch King, the Goddess of Death, and something like a bad mouth about whether he was the ruler of rot and rot.

Neither does this Witch King listen to the story of the Third Force, marching for the extermination of humans himself. That was seriously serious. The Witch King was a rare necromancer among wizards. Manipulate the dead.

All the dead join her legions, so even if humans kill wizards, they rise, and vice versa, the humans who are killed come back as part of the legion of the Witch King. Besides, the Zombie Corps kills the wizard who is supposed to be on his side by mistake or something, so it became some pretty barren battle and both humans and wizards got away with it.

But that doesn't matter. All of a sudden, the Witch King goes all the way through the war zone.

I can't watch this guy! The wizard of the third force, who thought, joined forces and managed to hunt down this witch king and seal every army of zombies.

And by oath that there will be no more wars like this, the third force will launch the country and the State of Kastal will be born.

The wizards swear not to abuse humans, to promise a rich life, to speak up to take hands with humans, to thank them also for saving them from barren wars and the Dark Witch King, to worship them once again as gods and to agree to build a nation together.

The illustration that the wizard gives abundance and that other humans receive that abundance by worshipping the wizard was the beginning of the birth of the present black company. They wizards work for the people day and night. It is delightful.

I took a look at Mr. Eileen's work and was strangely convinced that this myth might be close to the historical truth.

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Since the class is over, Fong Ma is currently teaching swordsmanship. After finishing the laundry and all that, I decided to sit on the ground one way or another and work on the yarn wheel creation near where I had piled up the stones and firewood I had prepared this morning. Looks like Mary finished the laundry already and wasn't anywhere near it.

In making the yarn wheel, I decided to take the cotton solidification Stella gave me out of my pocket and see what process I could do the yarn first.

Probably twisted and threaded, like making more than this with a tissue, pinching and twisting a little cotton.

I took quite a while to twist it and it made it look yarny. The more twisted the thread, the better it feels, but it still takes a lot of time by hand.

A little more, I want to increase the rpm easily. Speaking of spinning... comma? Toys for younger children in previous life. I only twisted it once and it was quite a RPM.

I tried to find an affordable branch and tie a thread around the branch, but it doesn't turn well because it doesn't seem to weigh enough. When I try to tie the stone anew under the branches, it spins in a good way.

Ooh! I thought, when I did the task of pulling from the cotton, spinning and making yarn, and then wrapping it around the branches, it became quite yarnmaking.

Even if this doesn't seem good enough, but after all, the yarn wheel I imagine is the one that spins like a wheel.

Perhaps if it were an array, at the same time twisting the cotton, it would be a mechanism that can be done with one rotation of the wheel until the yarn made is wrapped around a thread rolled stick. Honestly, I just saw the pictures of the illustrative material on history I got at school, so I'm not sure, but I think that's how it works.

When it comes to it, do we need something like a wheel and a belt that conveys its rotation, or do we have to scrape the tree as we make it out of wood? And I need money to get my tools together, but speaking of which, I'm unpaid!

"Lew, you were here. What are you doing?

Cain Fong and Alan are coming nearby at some point. Oh, Yabe, I concentrated and didn't notice at all. Has it been quite a while?

"Excuse me. Boy. You finished your sword class, didn't you? You'll wipe the sweat, won't you? I'll be ready."

I tried to get up in a hurry to prepare for the hot tub, but Cainboy controlled it with his hand, crouched down and looked at the thread roll I had in my hand.

"No, it's still okay. By the way, what is this?

"This is a yarn wheel, I've been trying to make things."

"What's Itogluma?

Alan has been looking at shivers and tools just like Cain Fong.

"It's a tool to make yarn out of cotton. I thought I'd make it myself until I could, but it seems like it would be hard to put the tools together, so I'm thinking of writing a drawing and giving it to Lord Claude."

Somehow I've figured out how it works, and if it's a drawing, I'm going to call it in. It seems faster to talk to Master Claude than to try to make it yourself. Finally, let's prepare a drawing of the well.

If it's paper and pen, I got it in class, so I have the tools. Yeah, let's do that.

"I have such tools. You didn't know. So you're loaded with stones and firewood, like this bonfire, too, for the yarn wheel?

So Cain Fong pointed to the stones and firewood I had set up in the morning.

"No, this one has nothing to do with the yarn wheel. It was prepared for your wife's hot tub. Thought I'd stretch some hot water with baked stone. The head chef will be here at night to light the fire."

"Baked stone?

"Yeah, it's a baked stone. I'm thinking about putting the stones that are cooked and hot in the water, raising the temperature of the water, and making hot water. Ma'am, I like hot tubs and they come in every night, but I always, magically, boil my own water, so I was hoping I could prepare it here."

Well, that's a good thing, and next to Cain Boy smiling soothingly, there's a kid who started kidding around a lot from where I told his wife's story. Of course it's Alan.

I couldn't help but look at Alan and twist his neck like he had already asked me something.

"... Liu, your mother, she's well, is she?

I heard it in a blurry voice, like Alan finally squeezed out, desperately posing as the wind that I'm not that interested in.

"Speaking of how you are, I'm fine, but I'm just still busy with your work, so it didn't look like you were tired"

Hmm, well, well, Mr. Alan is holding his mouth. Seems like there's something else I'd like to hear, but I don't know what to say.

"But you cared about Alan and Cain."

When Stella told me that Alan was unaccompanied and rambling, Irene asked me to return to Alan immediately.

When I told him that, Paaaa and Alan's face obviously lit up. And then Alan realized he was unwittingly happy, and the bulk looked bad, frowning, and then desperately putting it back on his busy face.

"Well, that's fine. I don't care if you don't have a mother!

And it started to strengthen.

Obviously, he's strong. I'm not trying to hide what I'm strengthening. No, maybe he's trying to hide it, but he's not hiding at all.

Shit, what's this kid? Cute. Too obvious.

Oh, oh, you miss your mother so much.

If you think I accidentally nibbled, Cain Boy next door is nibbling too. I think Cain Fong has figured out why he adores Alan. Yeah.

"What the hell, you two! Look weird! What the fuck!

Alan makes his face bright red and yells at him at his usual rate. How could Cain Fong calm Alan in an excited state while he remained in Niyanya's face?

If I could have a yarnmill, I'm sure I'd have normal time for dinner with Mr. Irene. Alan and Cain Boy are the time I want most.

It's what I wanted most in my previous life.