Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

64 I’m here. What can I do for you?

At night, as I lay the sapphires to sleep and read a letter from Larsh sipping coffee (modoki) in their usual place, I heard a knock on the door of the house.

“It’s open.”

Basically, my door isn’t locked. Though no boundaries may be imposed.

The entrance and exit doors opened and Alitera appeared.

“What do you want to do?

Ask Alitera who shows some confusion.

“I wanted to talk to Bae… okay?

“I don’t mind.”

I invited him inside, prepared a chair and let him sit down.

I left him to wait and head to the kitchen, where I put fruit liquor and knob vegetable chips from the shelf on a plate and put them on the table.

“You’re ready.”

“Well, we get a lot of customers.”

I’m not talking to your pedestrian grandma here, she’ll be better prepared naturally.

“It is.”

“Go ahead.”

I’ll pour fruit liquor into the cup.

I don’t think he’s ten years old.

“You can’t drink with him, at least get along.”

Because the person you’re talking to will wake you up in Geko, and it won’t feel good.

“I don’t think that’s ten years old.”

I did think so, and I responded with a bitter smile.

“Letter?”

“Oh, from a friend of mine.”

“After all that insanity, it doesn’t matter if you can read the letters.”

An allitera that stings. What do you care what he says about being rude?

“Are they some princess?

“No, he’s a prince of the South.”

Alitera who somehow will be silent when corrected. Where did you go?

“… who are you really…?

“He’s just a villager.”

“Where in the world are villagers who communicate with princes?”

“I’m here. What is it?

……………

Alitera to be silent again. If you look at it, it’s sloppy.

“Well, I don’t even think I’m normal. But if you ask me who it is, I’ll just say villager. On the other hand, who is Alitera?

Alitera clogs her words at the inquiry.

Naturally. I don’t get an answer, I don’t get an answer.

“I use magic, but I’m not a magician. He is also a woodcutter in the mountains and a medic who collects herbs. They plow fields and keep livestock, and they also make tools in their internal jobs. The beast also hunts. Who, what a word to clean up? You’re not a word to clean up. But I like this village. I’m happy with this life. That’s not normal. I like myself. So if anyone asks me, I’ll answer the villagers, and I’m proud to be a villager. It doesn’t matter what others say or deny it.”

My life is just mine. I don’t want anyone else to say this and change it!

“You’re strong, Bae.”

“I’m not strong enough. I just don’t want to regret living.”

Nothing was done, and every day I fled reality was certainly peaceful. Neither is it possible without it. I’d say it was a good life. But there was no fulfillment there. I didn’t feel alive.

I still think of a life that is flat, leisurely, and better than before, but I am ready if I try to fulfill that wish. I have an effort. I found out I had the power.

More than anything, I learned the joy of living.

I can’t throw it away now that I know it.

“You can’t tell me about Alitera’s hardships and misery. I can’t even make you strong. But I can listen to you.”

It’s not constipation, you spit out the stuff that builds up in the depths of your chest to refresh it.

“… Totally, I said something masculine to a ten-year-old cunt…”

Yeah. You were right not to say anything extra.

“Well, blah, I just want to hear Alitera’s story.”

When I smile and show him a nigga, Alitera looks at me with a bitter smile but calm eyes. Pretty expressive, huh?

“You can’t help it. Then I’ll tell you my story. Thank you.”

“Appreciate the rain shower. Alitera, I can’t sleep with my feet on!

I don’t know what that means.

“I don’t even know.”

I could hear a lot of Alitera’s stories that night.