Does this world have calendars? Or is it just that they exist in places where I cant see them?

For the time being Ive been training a lot over the last few months (by standard of the other world). Ive got my hands on a wooden sword instead of a training sword for swordsmanshipor rather practice-swings. Using that, Ive been doing practice swings every day, and Ive also become quite good at hand-to-hand fighting techniques such as Karate, Boxing, and Kempo. Then again its only martial arts where you strike your opponentbut, I never learned Judo or Aikido, unfortunately.

The training of my magic arts I feel like Ive become able to use them more or less by nowprobably. The training of somehow sensing the fluffy something has entered the second stage, and now Im practicing to fluffily gather the fluffy something around me.

Originally that wasnt written in the books about magic, but when I somehow tried it after feeling that Id be somehow able to pull it close to me, I noticed that it worked, and thus Ive been gathering it.

But if I were to be asked, Okay so what about it?, I wouldnt have any smart answer since I dont know myself!

Learning magic arts through self-study is tough. The general concepts are recorded in the books, but they dont mention any training methods. Therefore Ive got to teach myself every day through trial and error.

Ive been doing my training of gathering Mr. Fluff while seated in Zen meditation, as if drawing in iron sand with a magnethmm, no, the pull isnt that powerfulas if sucking in dust with an air cleaner, but then I reconsidered, wondering whether I would be able to gather it without the Zen meditation part. Ever since then I changed my training regimen towards always gathering Mr. Fluff.

Its been crowned with success as I feel that lots of Mr. Fluff has gathered around me.

Now then, I think Ive probably got to do something with Mr. Fluff, butsince I couldnt come up with anything good, Im still stuck with merely amassing it around me.

The practical application of my otherworld knowledge made some progress after I got the cook to cooperate with me. After threatening her that Id kill hererr, strictly forbade her to tell anyone else, I passed on a few of the recipes and cooking techniques I knew of.

This world has no fermented food despite knowing how to make wine!

A simple fermentation method is to put veggies into a boiled container, crush them, and let them ferment. Same works with fruits.

After using this as stock, marinating the meat with it, and heating it up in a covered pot, you slowly cook it over the residual heat of a flame (increase the intensity when it becomes lukewarm) to finally bring out a full and deep taste.

Why do you have wine but no food thats made with the same procedure?

When I asked the cook, she told me, Very likely the commoners have this kind of cooking. However, normally you wouldnt come up with the idea to deliberately let food rot before cooking it.

No, there exist people who thought of this, right? The other worlds food had far more variety and quality than that of nobility in this world, and yet people over there came up with fermented food, you know?

Of course, the dishes based on my knowledge arent served to that man and his ilk. I mean the cook would be beheaded with her head placed on a pike outside the mansion if she fed them something made out of rotten food! Thus only the cook, meand the servants, who wanted to eat it, partook in it.

By the way, when I was asked whether you could brew wine in the same way, I answered that it should be possible to make fruit wine with a similar method. Since the cook looked like she wanted to try it out, I asked her whether she wants to have a go at it if you dont require a license for brewing alcohol. And since she deeply nodded her approval, were currently in the middle of preparing everything to brew wine.

But, a high level of experience and temperature control is essential when it comes to brewing wine, so its bound to fail, isnt it?

Because Ive been paying attention to not run into that man, I never saw him ever since that one time, but one day I got careless and inadvertently came across him. Of course I totally ignored his existence, but once that abuse-loving man spotted me, he apparently felt an urge to mentally corner and bully me. He went out of his way to draw close to me, and started to run his flap, so I lightly clicked my tongue.

Seemingly having heard that, his expression changed. Even though he always clicked his tongue whenever I approached him before falling ill, I guess hes not okay with getting the same treatment from me.

I expressly avoided you to not have to see your face, so do me the favor of not speaking to me when you have no business with me.

I clearly, and slowly pronounced every word so that even an old man with bad hearing would catch it.

You really have a terrible character, dont you? It remains a mystery to me how someone like you could have been born.

His voice was trembling, and he had become unable to clearly articulate himself because of his advanced agehow pathetic.

Didnt I simply turn out similar to those who are my biological parents? Upon me replying this with a chilly voice, he froze. Wouldnt it have been better if you hadnt copulated with the woman who gave birth to me, if you didnt want her to give birth to me? Its your own fault for having succumbed to your sexual desire, isnt it? Something like claiming no responsibility after doing what you want to do Ah, is it possibly the syndrome where old people stop remembering past failures? I unnaturally cocked my head to the side with a finger placed on my chin.

You!

As he apparently got pissed off by that gesture, he tried to slap me, but I dodged it.

Ooh! It seems my physical ability has leveled up!

The man seemed startled about my evasion. Rather, Im also surprised at myself for having been able to dodge it, even if Ive been training for this very reason. I thought that he might try to punch me next, but

Master!? The butler rushed over while looking shocked.

That man was panting with his shoulders heaving, and then he laughed scornfully while looking down at me.

Dont make any mistakes. You think youre my daughter? Where do you have any proof for such a claim? You might have been born from that woman, but its not said that Im your father, right? Arent you some bastard she made with some unknown man somewhere? After all, you dont resemble me in the slightest!

Master!! How could you!?

Shut up!

How unusual. The butler, whos always calm and collected, has raised his voice in anger. But well, I can relate. I dont know what kind of relationship they share, but if that womans family heard this statement, itd turn into a problem, wouldnt it?

Hoh. The two looked at me. In other words, Earl Springcoat has not once copulated with the woman who gave birth to me! is what you are saying?

Confronted with my direct question, that man averted his eyes.

So you did.

Shut up! Moreover, dont call it copulation!

No matter what I call it, it doesnt change what youve done. I calmly pointed out. Well, you insisting that I dont resemble you despite that is very appreciated. Its a good piece of news that I still have a chance for a father overflowing with love, broadmindedness and kindness, whos going to come meet me someday, after he had to tearfully part with the woman who gave birth to me out of inability to live with her.

The butler looked flabbergasted. No, not just him, the same could be said about that man as well. But then that man revealed a creepy smile.

Do you really believe in such a fairy-tale?

You think I would? Isnt that something youd be able to immediately tell without having to ask? For heavens sake, thats why old people are such a pain to deal with. The mans face turned bright red as soon as he heard my frosty reply. I just became delighted over the prospect that its possible for me to be unrelated to abusive trash that loves to look down on others and finds joy in bullying, hurting, and scorning a girl whos merely five years old. I must say, today is truly a wonderful day. Please excuse me then. I bid my farewell with a bright smile.