Chapter 13

My overall rating has somehow reached around 400. I am grateful.

Today, I passed through the bustling village square.

In the square, the ladies were chatting away about trivial matters.

"Really! I ended up having seconds of spaghetti!"

"Me too!"

"And my husband, he even ate my portion the other day! Can you believe it?"

"Yeah, Mauro eats a lot, doesn't he?"

"Thanks to that, I ended up with a rock-hard bun! It's unbelievable!"

It seems that wherever you go, ladies talk about their husbands and food.

They especially show a strong attachment to sweets, so one must be careful. In this world where sweets are scarce, what would happen if they did such a thing?

I, who am considering reselling sugar due to my transfer, am terribly anxious. I might end up like Baltro...

Imagining the future, I nervously pass through the square, where a few ladies are chatting, and head for Logan's house.

If I walk north from the mayor's house, there's a hut that seems to have been carved out of the forest. There's another small hut behind it, which might be a storage shed.

As I approach, a rhythmic, hard sound, like metal being struck, can be heard from the hut.

I wonder what kind of person Logan is. According to Sera, he's apparently not very straightforward, but still cute.

I don't know Sera's age, but is Logan older?

I don't understand the hierarchy between men and women in Koriat Village. I'm probably just seeing extreme examples, like old men. That must be it.

"Excuse me, is Logan here?"

I peek into the hut where the work sounds are coming from.

Inside, the walls are blackened with soot, probably from using a lot of firewood or charcoal.

It's built quite spacious for work, and seems wider than the houses in the village.

In the back, there's a man with a headband, a beard, and a muscular build, probably Logan.

He must be Logan.

He must be in his fifties, but he looks older due to the sweat, soot, and beard.

Logan might have noticed me, but he continues to hammer something without looking at me.

I stood silently and watched him without entering.

After a while, Logan stopped, probably at a good point in his work.

"This isn't a place for kids... Go home."

Logan, wiping his sweat with a cloth, muttered.

Oh, he told me to go home right away. But if I think about it calmly, a four-year-old coming to a blacksmith's would be seen as just playing or peeking.

"I want something made."

"Are you kidding? If you're playing, do it somewhere else."

I see, it's as expected. Then, I'll play my trump card.

"Is that so... Sera said that if it's Logan, you'll take the job. No, she said you'll do it or else."

"...Wait a moment."

As I turned to leave, Logan muttered. Sure enough, the trump card worked!

"What?"

I turned back with an innocent face.

"...What do you want made?"

"I might be lying and using Sera's name?"

"If you do that in this village, you know what will happen, right? They're strong and tough. We can't win against them..."

At first, he was strict and reluctant. But once his switch was flipped, he became negative. Logan.

I vowed to live freely to avoid becoming like him in the future.

"So?"

Logan, having recovered, became strict again. He's quite adaptable. This might be due to past events in Logan's life.

"What can Logan make?"

"I can make pots, farming tools, knives, and swords. I'm particularly good at knives."

"Quite a wide range."

"Most blacksmiths in the village can do that."

"I see. I want a frying pan and a knife today."

"I understand the knife, but what kind of frying pan? A regular round one?"

"No, a square one with a slanted handle."

I thought about using parchment, but he said he doesn't have any. By the way, in this world, low-quality paper can be bought cheaply. The merchant who regularly visits the mansion always brings it.

In the capital, better quality paper is available. Now, they sell low-quality paper as notepads.

Sera had something like a notepad, apparently for recipes. She's training her daughter or something. A new, strongest creature might be completed within a few years.

Since there was no parchment, I quietly took out a piece of paper with spatial magic and drew a frying pan for omelets.

I showed him the top, side, bottom, and slanted views.

"Square? What's it for?"

"To make delicious omelets."

"Can't you use a round one?"

"Only a square one can achieve that beauty!"

"Is that so..."

We then discussed the depth and length.

He said to come back when I need the knife if I don't need it right away. That makes sense. It needs to fit my body.

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One week after the order.

I plan to go to Logan's house as agreed.

However, today I'll use the transfer magic. I'll imagine Logan's hut and go!

The scenery in front of my mansion disappeared, and I instantly appeared in front of Logan's hut.

At first, the sudden change in scenery made me feel sick, but I got used to it.

Thanks to daily practice, this distance is now easy. I made sure to observe and memorize every detail to ensure success.

Logan said, "Is there something unusual around here? It's just a hut and a forest."

No, I memorized the image in my head! I accidentally used Osaka dialect. Please don't label me as a weird kid.

It's about the same time as last time. The metal sound can be heard immediately. He must have finished hammering and is looking at the blade.

Noticing me in his field of vision, Logan looked away from the blade.

"Don't scare me. When did you come?"

I came by transfer magic today. You wouldn't have sensed me. This magic

If assassins learned it, it would be terrible.

"Hehe. Is it done?"

"Yeah, here they are."

Logan walked to the two square frying pans hanging on the wall.

One is for Sera, and the other is for the mansion.

I carefully examined them and confirmed there were no issues. They were mostly as ordered, with some minor improvements, probably due to Logan's care.

"Thank you!"

"How do you use it?"

"If you lend me a kitchen and ingredients, I can make it right now."

"It's not a grand place, but we have eggs, salt, and sugar."

"Then I'll make it now."

Following Logan, we went to another small hut.

This is his house. Of course, he can't sleep in the workshop.

This hut looks more dilapidated. There are holes in the wood in some places.

While Logan was preparing the fire, I reinforced the weak spots with earth magic.

When the fire was adjusted, Logan looked at me in surprise.

"Can you use magic at your age?"

"Well, I can do this much. I've sealed the holes."

"With that, you could survive."

"Magic is used to enrich life, so that's obvious."

"Not for fighting?"

"Of course not. I use it for self-defense, though."

While talking, I oiled the frying pan and added the well-beaten eggs in small portions as it warmed up.

I wanted soy sauce, but the eggs alone were delicious enough, so I just added a little sugar. Logan doesn't seem to like sweets, so I used less.

"Hmm, you're quite skilled. Are you going to be a chef?"

"I like cooking, but I won't be a chef."

The eggs formed layers and became thick.

Beautiful, this shape. I could eat omelets all day. I used to eat them a lot.

"Hmm, so that's why you wanted a square one."

Looking at the completed omelet, Logan muttered with a sense of nostalgia.

"Try it."

Logan took a bite of the hot, cut omelet.

"...Delicious. I often eat fried eggs or scrambled eggs, but I didn't know layering them would create such a texture and flavor."

"Right? The taste changes with different seasonings. I think the demand for frying pans will surge if this spreads."

"Undoubtedly, the orders will increase. I'll start preparing today."

It seems Logan liked it. I would have been disappointed if he said it was tasteless or a waste of time.

That day, I repeatedly answered Logan's persistent questions about whether I could eat this at Sera's restaurant and fled home.

He might be addicted.

On the way back, I went to Sera's restaurant and demonstrated how to make it.

"I need to get more eggs!"

She was in a great mood. She abandoned her work and planned to practice making omelets like mine.

By the way, the restaurant was full of men excited about Reversi. She left the service to her daughter.

I warned her that Logan might be noisy, but she said,

"Logan has always been like that. Bring it on."

She's quite manly.