The Magus of Genesis

That was one day, the afternoon of the holidays.

"Ooh, ooh..."

I was trembling with gratitude.

The freshly dazzled white fabric leaves traces of bumpy bubbles, and a thousand cuts with both hands conveys a fluffy feel. The more you bite it with your mouth, the slight acidity in the crisp texture, and the slighter sweetness it conveys the more you bite it.

My familiar appearance of baked bread was there.

Where the hell am I supposed to get yeast to yeast my bread?

Problems that have been bothering my head for decades since I successfully grew wheat abruptly resolved one day.

I left it without accidentally eating it and baked the rotten bread porridge, which allowed for a large, swollen and tender bread. Nina's inertia sometimes helps too.

I recall the saying that there is no essential difference between corruption and fermentation.

They only call what is useful to humans fermentation and what is harmful corruption.

The bread yeast that I kept asking for was present in the air.

'Treasure is always rolling at your feet' is a rhetoric commonly used by the people of the village of Hiiro, but it is precisely the truth.

"……… so touching a flavor?

Nina looks at me with a chilled gaze as she roams the bread next door.

Hmm... but now is the time to look like that.

Let me show you. of the fact that bread could have been made, its meaning!

I scrape off the pre-dried bread and drop the eggs of the ni feathered chicken (hen) on another plate that has only recently been successfully lived.

And if you sprinkle the secret behemoth meat with salt and flour, whisk the eggs, bread flour and fry......! Probably the first cutlet in the world!

"Come on, try it!

"Why are you so desperate………"

As she shrugged, she sliced it with a knife, stabbed it with a slice fork, and Nina carried it to her mouth.

Sacrifice.

The virtue of frying is its touch, no matter what you say first.

There's no such crunchy, petite, tooth-touching food in nature.

And when you bite it off, it stains, the rich fat taste of meat sealed in your clothes! The overwhelming violence of taste is precisely what it entangles with a little more shaken salt and ravages the mouth.

Although I'm a little sorry I don't have the sauce, it had such a ruinous delicacy that I didn't need such a thing.

Nina chews it silently and reaches out her hand to the second slice.

The third slice, the fourth slice, and her hand and mouth did not stop, and in the end one quickly flattened with a pelt, she said.

"…… Fair enough."

You still don't admit defeat? Good, then I have an idea, too.

I was merciless and pinched my portion of the behemoth cutlet - bread.

Fat. Meat. carbohydrate. There's no way a cutlet burger made up of that only tastes bad.

The twinkles and cheeks spread crisp teeth in the fluffy texture, and the mixed bread dough and meat flavors reinforce each other many times.

"Ah, ahhh!? You, what are you doing, hey!?

I guess my instincts made me realize how delicious it is. Nina screams as she alternates between the cutlets that disappear from her plate and me.

"It doesn't taste that touching, does it?

"Hey, you, come on, it's sloppy! Only one person eats like that......! Feed me too! At least take a bite!

I raise my arms high and keep the cuttburger away from Nina, who reaches out. But without giving up, she jumped at me...

"Um… it's been a while."

The nostalgic face looked down at us when Nina was pushing me down and pounding her tongue on the loot cuttleburger.

"As always, you're close."

Saying so, Luca smiled somewhere troubled but calm.

"No, you showed some embarrassment, I'm sorry"

I apologize to Luca as she drags out a chair for the four-legged species that was dusty in the storeroom.

There is no habit of locking doors in the safe village of Hiiro, but Nina says it is hot in the summer, so it may have been a bit of a failure to open the doors.

"No, it's outrageous. I'm the one who came all of a sudden without contacting you... Oh, sorry."

On the chair I pulled, Luca had those limbs lay down.

"I've been seeing most other species in the village lately, but it looks like the four-legged species (Centaur) are different in stature and medium difficult after all. There aren't many chairs, so I used to make them for you... Startup (AWAKE)"

I put the hihihiirokane yakan in the palm of my hand, and when I pour the pumping water, it starts with a carved letter on its surface. Then Yakan quickly fevered and the poke and water began to boil.

"Stop (Asleep). Nina, please."

"Yes, sir."

If you cut the magic effect where the water boils, the Yakan itself, which has emitted high heat by magic, cools quickly. It's a very safe water boiler for not using fire. Passing it to Nina, she started steaming with tea leaves. I'm really bad at adjusting around there, and I get sinister no matter how many times I do it.

"… Well done."

"Thank you. Startup (Awake)"

Handed to me by Nina. Put that in another pot and start the magic carved there. The metal surface frosted white as soon as possible, and the tea that was standing in the hot air cooled instantly.

"Come on in. Your throat's dry, huh?

Serving it in a glass cup, Luca received it with her eyes open.

"I spread what my teacher taught me to everyone, so that we could have a largely civilized life too... I was going to catch up a lot, but you haven't"

Smudge and Luca whimper as she swallows the cold tea as she snorts her throat.

"No. I've heard a lot about you. I think Luca's working very hard."

Until then, they put together half a dozen and a half wolves who lived in pieces on a family-by-family basis, and introduced and anchored nomads into precarious lives caused by hunting. Her activities were heard from her sister, brother and nieces from time to time.

"You're going to graduate from school... right. Has it been more than a hundred years?"

It wouldn't be a short time for Lucoscentaurs, a long-lived species either. The unusual girl grew up a lot and became beautiful.

But for humans, a hundred years is a much longer time than from birth to death.

"Say this is a demonic motive. Lynn made it."

"Lynn did?

Luka looks at the pot with the yakan she used earlier to warm and cool the water.

It's quicker to carve a letter into the molar itself than to attach a wooden ring carved into the molar.

The automatic, spinning stone molars made with such a phosphorus proposal were more effective than expected.

All you have to do now is leave the de-grain and flour work that you have spent hours manually, one by one, as long as you have done the instant start-up work.

And most importantly... I named it Grant Magic, which was overwhelmingly stable compared to the magic involving the Spirit.

Manipulating water, flaming it out, and letting the wind blow. Spirit magic, which interferes with the natural energy that I said so, is highly unsatisfactory with compatibility and aptitude anyway.

I still can't get a drop of water out, making ice is another dream of my dreams. Probably won't be able to do it for life.

Even I could have lowered the temperature of the pot itself. In spiritual and grant magic, the principle itself is apparently different.

Granted by letters A machine that moves with magic that combines magic with magic formations… The demonic motives have become explosively popular in the last few years and various objects were conceived and produced. This yakan and pot is one of them.

"So, this is also called a demonic motive."

With my explanation, Luca takes a small piece of metal out of her pocket and places it on her desk.

"What's that?

Nina tilted her neck to that tool she saw for the first time.

Maybe you can't imagine how you would use that.

This is the first time I've seen it, too. - But.

"I recently started making wheat in our village as a feed, but I was able to take it more than I thought... I don't eat wheat for half a wolf, so I brought the excess for the meat, and I got it."

However, I knew exactly how to use it.

"Mon, he says."

"Hmm......? I've never seen it before, but I wonder what it would do."

"Maybe it's not a demonic motive."

I said to Nina, picking up the little piece of metal and making it look good.

There are letters carved into it, but it's not a gift magic, it's just a mark.

"That must be, money…… something called currency"