After a short time, the Silt Welt Messenger came to inform that the promised hot water bath was ready.
A partition was set up in the corner for Father-in-law as he bathed.
“How is the bath? Should you like, I am able to heat the water with magic.” (Motoyasu)
“No, it’s just right. Do you not want to get in, Motoyasu-kun?” (Naofumi)
“I can bath once Father-in-law has finished. Here, let me humbly wash your back.” (Motoyasu)
“S-sure. But it feels pretty strange, having my back washed by someone who calls me ‘Father-in-law’ even though we’re almost the same age.” (Naofumi)
Ahh, how I miss my beloved Firo-tan.
There was a time when we entered the hot springs on Calmira Island together.
Back then, I was still passionate with pigs, still asleep to my true calling, but it’s a fond memory nonetheless.
I just wish I had taken some of Firo-tan’s bathwater and preserved it.
And so, my overflowing yearnings drive me to assist Father-in-law.
With a gentle scrub, I begin washing Father-in-law’s back.
Knowing that this back carries the weight of the world, I use the utmost care.
Once I was finished, Father-in-law once more entered the barrel bath.
“Hahh…” (Naofumi)
Father-in-law leaked a slightly fatigued voice.
“In order to overcome any more assassins that come, we must make plans to improve Father-in-law’s strength.” (Motoyasu)
“Yeah, I’ll need to work hard to become as strong as Motoyasu-kun.” (Naofumi)
“Right. And then you will be able to turn the tables on any assassin that confronts you!” (Motoyasu)
“You’re right, but… Anyways, what sort of plan will we use?” (Naofumi)
“The one I spoke of before. From tomorrow on, let’s put the plan into action.” (Motoyasu)
“???” (Naofumi)
Father-in-law appears rather confused.
At that moment I realized, that’s because the conversation I referenced only occurred in a previous loop.
[Don’t highlight me; I’m shy!]
“They definitely have a good bath here, but…” (Eclair)
Eclair and the Silt Welt Messenger for some reason started up a conversation.
Don’t spoil the day this late.
It seems to be a conversation of how Eclair, returning from the bath, found signs of an assassin near the tavern’s bar room.
Because brawny demi-human adventurers are also in residence, one wouldn’t expect an assassin to confront us directly, so we weren’t overly vigilant.
Presently, demi-human adventurers are keeping watch in front of the bar room.
In return for their assistance, Father-in-law is once more cooking in the kitchen.
Being treated to Father-in-law’s cooking left both our party and the other tavern guests smacking our lips in content.
“I can’t really do anything this, but…” (Naofumi)
Father-in-law derided himself, but that attitude only spurred the demi-human adventurers to greater shows of their determination.
“Protecting the Hero of the Shield-sama is our very mission! Everyone, absolutely defend him to your last breath!”
“OOU!”
After making a somewhat troubled face, Father-in-law continues cooking in the kitchen.
This is also an impressive skill.
As expected of Father-in-law.
Though society may call you the hero of the kitchen, there’s no need to feel ashamed of this talent.
“Working part time for a tavern will make for a useful experience, you know.” (Naofumi)
“Father-in-law always performs quite the variety of jobs.” (Motoyasu)
If I remember correctly, Father-in-law even mentioned before that he held a part time job with a food stall.
Maybe also something about working other jobs concurrently.
“Well anyways, do you drink, Motoyasu-kun?” (Naofumi)
“I do not. Incidentally, didn’t Father-in-law enjoy alcohol?” (Motoyasu)
“Hmm… Actually, since I’ve never felt intoxicated, I don’t particularly like it you know? Particularly since my drinking companions would eventually become almost incoherently drunk, parroting this and that to exhaustion.” (Naofumi)
Come to think of it, Father-in-law was said to have a perpetually sober constitution right?
How enviable, huh?
When everyone doubted Father-in-law could remain sober after eating a Lucor fruit, I also ate one and collapsed.
I remember that time only as hell.
Compounding that nightmare with the fact I was nursed by pigs makes me feel sick to my stomach.
“Well, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves thanks to the alcohol and prepared snacks, right?” (Naofumi)
I watched over father in law until he finished cooking.
After that, Eclair’s group’s ongoing conversation turned to Father-in-law.
“So your meeting reached a conclusion?” (Motoyasu)
“Fumu… We believe it would be good to have more plans besides relying on Sir Kitamura’s transfer skill.” (Eclair)
“A valid point. In response, from tomorrow onwards, I’m planning to focus on the filorial-sama’s development. Let’s also use this opportunity to fetch some through the portal.”* (Motoyasu)
“Kitamura-dono, a request.” (Eclair)
“I’ll listen.” (Motoyasu)
“My conversation with the Silt Welt messengers resulted in a plan to change our hiding place by passing through the drainage system of the local lord’s building.” (Eclair)
“Passing through the sewage?” (Motoyasu)
“Yes. Hence, we are arranging a plan. It is absolutely necessary until the assassins have been completely scattered.” (Eclair)
Eclair shot a troubled glance outside.
At that moment, the clash of weapons rang out.
“Those companions of the Church of the Three Heroes… Speak of the devil, but it appears they truly wish to keep Sir Iwatani from reaching Silt Welt.” (Eclair)
“They’ll use the pretext of the adventurers having a dispute, it seems.” (Motoyasu)
The demi-humans and town guard probably wouldn’t think anything is unusual if the adventurers get drunk and cause a ruckus, but I get the feeling even this frequency of incidents is high.
After hearing something downstairs along the lines of “It’s definitely this bar? These demi-humans stink!” three times now, it’s becoming something of a catchphrase.
If they do it this many times, anyone would notice what’s going on.
The pretext is also in need of a bit more variation.
Yet there is the possibility the town guard has been bought, and will try to enter with a different strange pretext.
At the moment, we are concealed in a hidden room.
Even if we left Melromarc, I guess we still need places like this if we’re only a border away.
“If we are attacked by assassins, I believe we can turn the tables once we help Father-in-law become stronger.” (Motoyasu)
“It would be good if we could raise his level, but… can we?” (Eclair)
“Tomorrow’s preparations are arranged.” (Motoyasu)
“Understood. Then tomorrow, after Sir Kitamura departs, we will move out. There may be unknown dangers, but we have no choice.” (Eclair)
If this Motoyasu doesn’t give Father-in-law and his companions some space, they cannot grow stronger.
No extent is too troublesome.
If the issue of Father-in-law’s strength is overcome, no assassin could possibly be a threat to him.
After facing off against Father-in-law many times, to say nothing of his subordinates, that is something I can say with certainty.
That evening, after a long time I was able to sleep with the smell of the Filorial eggs.
[I said stop!!]
Before the next day’s departure.
“Ah, Motoyasu-kun, one of the eggs has a few cracks. Will it hatch soon?” (Naofumi)
Four attacks came the previous night.
Because in the end they even resorted to arson in their extermination plan, the morning was dazzling.*
How irresponsible. After we escaped with the portal skill, I was ready to kill all the assorted trash from the Three Hero Church.
Because Father-in-law and Eclair refused though, it can’t be helped.
Turning our attention to the eggs, on seemed to be trying to hatch.
As I recall, that rancher this Filorial-sama expensive.
“Peep!”
With a healthy cry, Filorial-sama hatched.
The color… It was a white Filorial-sama.
“Wow… It’s completely white, huh?” (Naofumi)
Filorial-sama was placed in my hands for affirmation. The gender seems to be… Female.
Incidentally, female filorials aren’t quite common.
“What’ll we do about her name?”
Actually, though you might expect a name like “Shiro-chan”, that name was used in a previous loop already, and using the same name twice would be troubling.
My previous “Shiro-chan” was male, so they’re hardly the same individual.
For that reason, she’ll receive a completely new name.
“She’s a filorial, so… If we called her ‘Firo’, she’d be burdened with all of Motoyasu-kun’s love, huh?” (Naofumi)
“A white filorial, is it…” (Eclair)
Eclair muttered when she saw the newborn chick.
“Isn’t it the height of ‘Romance’, picturing Eclair-san upon a white mount, just like a prince? Or, how should I put it; in this world, what’s the appropriate expression?” (Naofumi)
“A hero upon white wings… Perhaps a hero on a white gryphon, since there are no white flying dragons.” (Eclair)
“So it definitely has to be a hero?” (Naofumi)
“That is correct… However, that dream is…” (Eclair)
For some reason, Eclair seemed to be thinking something rude.
Perhaps Father-in-law is unreliable, but I wonder if it’s alright to voice that belief.
“How rude. The figure of Father-in-law atop Filorial-sama is worthy of the greatest of merits!” (Motoyasu)
“No, I only thought that after seeing Sir Kitamura!” (Eclair)
“Ahaha… Sorry, but I thought it necessary to say.”*
What sort of conversation are you holding right as the next egg is hatching?
“Peep!”
This next one is… Yellow.
You’re all so cute!
“Peep!”
Eclair passed the chick to my waiting hand.
The gender… For this one is male.
“Hmm. What will you do about this one’s name?” (Eclair)
“Peep peep!”
“I wonder if we should pass on something simple, such as ‘Kiiro’ (yellow).” (Eclair)
“Alright, what are some options? From the color, I considered things like ‘Lemon’, but that’s a pathetic name for a boy, isn’t it?” (Naofumi)
The discussion on names continued as such until the final chick hatched.
“Peep!”
And thus the last shell was kicked open, revealing a pink colored Filorial-sama.
So close! If it had been white and cherry blossom colored, we could have temporarily named it Firo-tan, but…
After a short time, the Silt Welt Messenger came to inform that the promised hot water bath was ready.
A partition was set up in the corner for Father-in-law as he bathed.
“How is the bath? Should you like, I am able to heat the water with magic.” (Motoyasu)
“No, it’s just right. Do you not want to get in, Motoyasu-kun?” (Naofumi)
“I can bath once Father-in-law has finished. Here, let me humbly wash your back.” (Motoyasu)
“S-sure. But it feels pretty strange, having my back washed by someone who calls me ‘Father-in-law’ even though we’re almost the same age.” (Naofumi)
Ahh, how I miss my beloved Firo-tan.
There was a time when we entered the hot springs on Calmira Island together.
Back then, I was still passionate with pigs, still asleep to my true calling, but it’s a fond memory nonetheless.
I just wish I had taken some of Firo-tan’s bathwater and preserved it.
And so, my overflowing yearnings drive me to assist Father-in-law.
With a gentle scrub, I begin washing Father-in-law’s back.
Knowing that this back carries the weight of the world, I use the utmost care.
Once I was finished, Father-in-law once more entered the barrel bath.
“Hahh…” (Naofumi)
Father-in-law leaked a slightly fatigued voice.
“In order to overcome any more assassins that come, we must make plans to improve Father-in-law’s strength.” (Motoyasu)
“Yeah, I’ll need to work hard to become as strong as Motoyasu-kun.” (Naofumi)
“Right. And then you will be able to turn the tables on any assassin that confronts you!” (Motoyasu)
“You’re right, but… Anyways, what sort of plan will we use?” (Naofumi)
“The one I spoke of before. From tomorrow on, let’s put the plan into action.” (Motoyasu)
“???” (Naofumi)
Father-in-law appears rather confused.
At that moment I realized, that’s because the conversation I referenced only occurred in a previous loop.
[Don’t highlight me; I’m shy!]
“They definitely have a good bath here, but…” (Eclair)
Eclair and the Silt Welt Messenger for some reason started up a conversation.
Don’t spoil the day this late.
It seems to be a conversation of how Eclair, returning from the bath, found signs of an assassin near the tavern’s bar room.
Because brawny demi-human adventurers are also in residence, one wouldn’t expect an assassin to confront us directly, so we weren’t overly vigilant.
Presently, demi-human adventurers are keeping watch in front of the bar room.
In return for their assistance, Father-in-law is once more cooking in the kitchen.
Being treated to Father-in-law’s cooking left both our party and the other tavern guests smacking our lips in content.
“I can’t really do anything this, but…” (Naofumi)
Father-in-law derided himself, but that attitude only spurred the demi-human adventurers to greater shows of their determination.
“Protecting the Hero of the Shield-sama is our very mission! Everyone, absolutely defend him to your last breath!”
“OOU!”
After making a somewhat troubled face, Father-in-law continues cooking in the kitchen.
This is also an impressive skill.
As expected of Father-in-law.
Though society may call you the hero of the kitchen, there’s no need to feel ashamed of this talent.
“Working part time for a tavern will make for a useful experience, you know.” (Naofumi)
“Father-in-law always performs quite the variety of jobs.” (Motoyasu)
If I remember correctly, Father-in-law even mentioned before that he held a part time job with a food stall.
Maybe also something about working other jobs concurrently.
“Well anyways, do you drink, Motoyasu-kun?” (Naofumi)
“I do not. Incidentally, didn’t Father-in-law enjoy alcohol?” (Motoyasu)
“Hmm… Actually, since I’ve never felt intoxicated, I don’t particularly like it you know? Particularly since my drinking companions would eventually become almost incoherently drunk, parroting this and that to exhaustion.” (Naofumi)
Come to think of it, Father-in-law was said to have a perpetually sober constitution right?
How enviable, huh?
When everyone doubted Father-in-law could remain sober after eating a Lucor fruit, I also ate one and collapsed.
I remember that time only as hell.
Compounding that nightmare with the fact I was nursed by pigs makes me feel sick to my stomach.
“Well, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves thanks to the alcohol and prepared snacks, right?” (Naofumi)
I watched over father in law until he finished cooking.
After that, Eclair’s group’s ongoing conversation turned to Father-in-law.
“So your meeting reached a conclusion?” (Motoyasu)
“Fumu… We believe it would be good to have more plans besides relying on Sir Kitamura’s transfer skill.” (Eclair)
“A valid point. In response, from tomorrow onwards, I’m planning to focus on the filorial-sama’s development. Let’s also use this opportunity to fetch some through the portal.”* (Motoyasu)
“Kitamura-dono, a request.” (Eclair)
“I’ll listen.” (Motoyasu)
“My conversation with the Silt Welt messengers resulted in a plan to change our hiding place by passing through the drainage system of the local lord’s building.” (Eclair)
“Passing through the sewage?” (Motoyasu)
“Yes. Hence, we are arranging a plan. It is absolutely necessary until the assassins have been completely scattered.” (Eclair)
Eclair shot a troubled glance outside.
At that moment, the clash of weapons rang out.
“Those companions of the Church of the Three Heroes… Speak of the devil, but it appears they truly wish to keep Sir Iwatani from reaching Silt Welt.” (Eclair)
“They’ll use the pretext of the adventurers having a dispute, it seems.” (Motoyasu)
The demi-humans and town guard probably wouldn’t think anything is unusual if the adventurers get drunk and cause a ruckus, but I get the feeling even this frequency of incidents is high.
After hearing something downstairs along the lines of “It’s definitely this bar? These demi-humans stink!” three times now, it’s becoming something of a catchphrase.
If they do it this many times, anyone would notice what’s going on.
The pretext is also in need of a bit more variation.
Yet there is the possibility the town guard has been bought, and will try to enter with a different strange pretext.
At the moment, we are concealed in a hidden room.
Even if we left Melromarc, I guess we still need places like this if we’re only a border away.
“If we are attacked by assassins, I believe we can turn the tables once we help Father-in-law become stronger.” (Motoyasu)
“It would be good if we could raise his level, but… can we?” (Eclair)
“Tomorrow’s preparations are arranged.” (Motoyasu)
“Understood. Then tomorrow, after Sir Kitamura departs, we will move out. There may be unknown dangers, but we have no choice.” (Eclair)
If this Motoyasu doesn’t give Father-in-law and his companions some space, they cannot grow stronger.
No extent is too troublesome.
If the issue of Father-in-law’s strength is overcome, no assassin could possibly be a threat to him.
After facing off against Father-in-law many times, to say nothing of his subordinates, that is something I can say with certainty.
That evening, after a long time I was able to sleep with the smell of the Filorial eggs.
[I said stop!!]
Before the next day’s departure.
“Ah, Motoyasu-kun, one of the eggs has a few cracks. Will it hatch soon?” (Naofumi)
Four attacks came the previous night.
Because in the end they even resorted to arson in their extermination plan, the morning was dazzling.*
How irresponsible. After we escaped with the portal skill, I was ready to kill all the assorted trash from the Three Hero Church.
Because Father-in-law and Eclair refused though, it can’t be helped.
Turning our attention to the eggs, on seemed to be trying to hatch.
As I recall, that rancher this Filorial-sama expensive.
“Peep!”
With a healthy cry, Filorial-sama hatched.
The color… It was a white Filorial-sama.
“Wow… It’s completely white, huh?” (Naofumi)
Filorial-sama was placed in my hands for affirmation. The gender seems to be… Female.
Incidentally, female filorials aren’t quite common.
“What’ll we do about her name?”
Actually, though you might expect a name like “Shiro-chan”, that name was used in a previous loop already, and using the same name twice would be troubling.
My previous “Shiro-chan” was male, so they’re hardly the same individual.
For that reason, she’ll receive a completely new name.
“She’s a filorial, so… If we called her ‘Firo’, she’d be burdened with all of Motoyasu-kun’s love, huh?” (Naofumi)
“A white filorial, is it…” (Eclair)
Eclair muttered when she saw the newborn chick.
“Isn’t it the height of ‘Romance’, picturing Eclair-san upon a white mount, just like a prince? Or, how should I put it; in this world, what’s the appropriate expression?” (Naofumi)
“A hero upon white wings… Perhaps a hero on a white gryphon, since there are no white flying dragons.” (Eclair)
“So it definitely has to be a hero?” (Naofumi)
“That is correct… However, that dream is…” (Eclair)
For some reason, Eclair seemed to be thinking something rude.
Perhaps Father-in-law is unreliable, but I wonder if it’s alright to voice that belief.
“How rude. The figure of Father-in-law atop Filorial-sama is worthy of the greatest of merits!” (Motoyasu)
“No, I only thought that after seeing Sir Kitamura!” (Eclair)
“Ahaha… Sorry, but I thought it necessary to say.”*
What sort of conversation are you holding right as the next egg is hatching?
“Peep!”
This next one is… Yellow.
You’re all so cute!
“Peep!”
Eclair passed the chick to my waiting hand.
The gender… For this one is male.
“Hmm. What will you do about this one’s name?” (Eclair)
“Peep peep!”
“I wonder if we should pass on something simple, such as ‘Kiiro’ (yellow).” (Eclair)
“Alright, what are some options? From the color, I considered things like ‘Lemon’, but that’s a pathetic name for a boy, isn’t it?” (Naofumi)
The discussion on names continued as such until the final chick hatched.
“Peep!”
And thus the last shell was kicked open, revealing a pink colored Filorial-sama.
So close! If it had been white and cherry blossom colored, we could have temporarily named it Firo-tan, but…
