Chapter 12

"Having so many bricks is quite a problem. If only they were plates or something, it would have been better."

This was when I had created a large number of bricks under the guise of a magic experiment and was struggling with their disposal. While looking at the pile of bricks, my mother placed her hand on her cheek and said this.

Indeed.

I, who had started making bricks to build a house, had not thought of this because I had developed a magic specifically for making bricks. However, if I could make bricks from soil, it should be entirely possible to make plates and such as well. After hearing my mother's words, I immediately got to work.

I infused the soil with magical power and formed an image in my mind. It was only natural that the result was a rice bowl I used every day in my previous life. However, in my current life, there is no rice, and the main food is bean soup. My mother's first reaction upon seeing the bowl was, "It has a rather unusual shape, doesn't it?" Indeed, when you think about it, it is a shape that is not very practical for soup.

So, I decided to change and create something more practical. Since I didn't need anything too large, and my magic, which had been used to mass-produce bricks, was powerful enough to make several of these, I started making various shapes of plates, cups, and water bottles, and had my mother use them to check their comfort.

However, after a few days, I had enough tableware, and more was not necessary. It was only natural that my focus shifted from quantity to quality. At first, I had only made vessels that looked like they were baked directly from soil. I had made things that resembled genuine earthenware, which were shaped by kneading the soil and spinning it on a potter's wheel, then baked at high temperatures. However, with this method, I could only imagine brownish colors, so I soon moved on to other things.

Next, I thought about making white teacups and other tableware that would go well with tea. Historically, in my previous life, these were considered noble and valuable items, often traded at high prices. They were not made by simply mixing soil but by adding bone ash. The main feature was the clean white color, which was thinner than previous items but less prone to breaking despite its thinness. I visualized elegant teacups and saucers in my mind and successfully recreated them with magic. Despite being made from the soil around here, they had a good color. I realized that the limitations of raw materials were lower in magic than I had thought.

The white tableware was very well received by my mother. She had been living with wooden and brown earthenware vessels. Her joy exceeded my expectations, and I was surprised by how much she appreciated them. Perhaps because of this, I decided to add something to the tableware to make my mother even happier. However, through this, I discovered a significant problem.

It was "lack of taste."

While white porcelain is beautiful for its white color, a significant feature is that it can be used as a canvas to draw pictures. Of course, it makes sense. No matter how beautiful it is, having many similar white dishes would not be appreciated. On the contrary, even a simple dish would give a different impression to the user if it had pictures or patterns of flowers or grass.

So, I tried to make illustrated tableware. However, no matter how many I made, the finished products looked like they were drawn by an amateur. Despite this, my mother was still happy, but my satisfaction was not fulfilled.

I wanted to make my mother happy. Perhaps I was more determined than usual at this time. However, because my aesthetic sense was lacking, I was not satisfied with the previous method. So, I thought, is there another way?

If I couldn't add patterns to the white porcelain to create variety, I had to find another way to bring about change. Originally, I had started with earthenware and then moved on to white porcelain. So, I decided to make tableware other than white porcelain. The idea that came to mind was glass tableware.

Transparent glass tableware would give a completely different impression, even if it was just a plate. If I succeeded, she would surely be happy. There was a doubt about whether I could make glass, but I vaguely remembered hearing a story about making glass from sand on the beach. Of course, it was clear that the raw materials alone were not enough, but I had managed to make white porcelain from soil. It was worth a try.

The glass vessel that came to mind was a glass. A tall, cylindrical, transparent glass. In my previous life, I used to pour chilled tea from the refrigerator into this glass every day. I vividly recalled this familiar transparent glass and activated my magic. My magical power, mixed with the soil, brought about a change in the soil through an incomprehensible principle, just as it always did. And so, I succeeded in making glass.

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