Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

20 heroines? No, I’m a babysitter

The altitude of the mountain where we live is as high as eight hundred meters, but the slope is quite smooth and the sun hits well.

There are no tall trees, and they can’t even be called plateaux because they are pastures and dwellings.

I have to go down the mountain and into the mountain across the street to go logging trees, so at that time I am going by a three-day sleepover.

Of course, there is a cabin in the mountains where a few people can sleep, and there is a path through which carriages can pass properly.

Well, for convenience, the mountain (tribe) you live in is called the settlement mountain, or the sun mountain, and the mountain where the trees are cut is called the logging ground.

Naming penetration is no thank-you. It is a name given more than a hundred years ago. It doesn’t bother me if I’m convinced it’s easy to understand.

Otton is a four man born in a different village. Okan is the second daughter of a farmer who was born in this village and continues from the pioneering era. It is rare for the leftover and the second daughter to marry, close to miracles such as having a house, but Otton worked as an adventurer from the age of ten, making a grand fortune come true with his talent and his irresistible efforts. I met Okan in Kanya and after a love affair I couldn’t stand to hear, I got land and a house in the middle of the settlement mountain (which became old enough to go down there).

Even if I say middle belly, it’s a straight distance from the village settlement for a kilometer. Shortcuts will get you right down, but by carriage, it will be nearly three kilometers.

Twelve families live in settlement mountains, most of them raising livestock, so they have pastures. So it’s an S-shaped path, so the distance extends.

Well, as I was down the path that could have been such a street, one girl stood.

He is a mountain tribal gatherer and one of the elders of the village, a grandson of On Ji no Hin, eleven years old in Salivari.

On Ji no’s house is large with twenty-six members of four families, so there is room for daily work, and the child’s work will be finished in the morning.

Sullivance is at the bottom of the house, so there is no further work. If you’re a super young girl who can do magic and cook like a sapphire and take care of a field job or a livestock, there’s still no job you can do for a normal eleven. So we’re playing alone or standing on the road waiting to see if there’s anyone to play with.

“… there’s trouble again…”

I like to sound familiar when it comes to childhood, but when I say the fucking kid in the neighborhood, all I get is bitterness.

Even though she’s eleven, a woman is a woman. If I do, my mouth will turn, and my mouth will be good. I’m too old to say I’m one, so I’ll give it to my sister. This one’s in a babysitting mood.

By and large, I have always liked big tits. Tulpeta and other women – I feel like killing from somewhere – Oh hon! Well, what? That’s it.

“Okay, Suribari. How have you been?”

I mean, babysitting is a fine job, too. Yeah.