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The school in Ibouro
was a majestic stone building, unlike the school in Atsuka Village, which was
more like a temple school.
The morning after our
visit to the guild’s tavern, I escorted the village chief and his party to the
school with Mr. Zeol.
We had talked about
Olivier’s entrance exam beforehand, but Miguel’s transfer exam was sudden, so
apparently, he needed a little time to prepare.
While Olivier and
Miguel were taking the exam, the village chiefs were going to the church to
discuss the Nest Leaving Ceremony.
“The interior of the school is being guarded, so I think everything will
be fine, but just in case, Nyango, please keep them safe.” (Village Chief)
“Yes, I will do my best.” (Nyango)
Mr. Zeol will be
accompanying the village chiefs to the church as their escort, so it’s just me
here.
I would have thought
it was too much work to escort them alone, but I was confident after the way I
had treated the adventurers at the guild tavern last night.
“Listen Nyango, if you are attacked, don’t try to forcefully defeat
the attacker. Run for your own safety first.” (Zeol)
“Understood, Mr. Zeol.” (Nyango)
I was supposed to be
an escort, but I was forbidden to enter the room during the exam, so I decided
to wait in the hallway with Miguel until they were ready for the transfer exam.
I sat with Miguel on
one end of a couch placed in the hallway that could seat about five people.
“Hmph, you really are going to be the escort?” (Miguel)
“If you think so, you’d do well to refrain from acting without
permission.” (Nyango)
The school entrance
examinations for children from Ibouro are scheduled on a certain date, but for
those who wish to enter the school from the surrounding villages, the
examinations are held at any time, just like today.
Unlike Japanese
schools, the school year is divided into two semesters, with a long break of
two weeks before and after the spring and fall equinoxes.
The reason why there
is no New Year’s holiday is that some children come from areas where the roads
are closed due to snow, and they may not be able to come back if they go home.
In other words,
within two weeks of this year’s spring equinox, the annoying Miguel will
disappear from Atsuka village.
“Hey Nyango.” (Miguel)
“What?” (Nyango)
“Don’t you dare mess with Olivier.” (Miguel)
“Huh?” (Nyango)
“You and Olivier are not the same. You can’t get married.”
(Miguel)
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested…” (Nyango)
I’m a little confused
about the feeling of romance in this world.
In this world where
various races live together, love and marriage between different races are not
uncommon.
Naturally, there are
also mixed children, but they are born to either their mother’s or their
father’s race.
For example, if a
tigerkin and a lionkin marry, a ligerkin will not be born.
As for mixed-race
children, well, that’s fine, but my sense of aesthetics and ethics regarding
the opposite sex is the same as it was in my previous life.
Last night, a lionkin
sister who approached me at a guild tavern was wearing lion’s ears and tail,
and she looked so bonkers that I wanted to climb up the ladder with her, seeing
a female catkin did not arouse my sexual desire.
On top of that, I
also wonder if it is not bestiality or unethical for me to engage in such an
act with a so-called human-like looking species and myself, since I look like a
cat standing and walking “like” a human.
Well, it is a normal
thing in this world, and if push comes to shove, lust is likely to overtake
reason, but even so, normal love is unlikely to work.
“Achoo! Achoo!” (Miguel)
As I was lost in my
lofty musings, Miguel sneezed a series of times, interrupting the silence.
When I looked at him,
I saw that Miguel was rattling and shaking.
This school had once
been a military fort, and the air was chilly, with only a few lighted windows
in places in the stone corridors.
The air was chilly. I
was wearing a winter coat made with void magic and had my own fur, so I was not
cold, but Miguel, who had left his coat in the carriage, said it was quite
cold.
“Miguel from Atsuka Village, we are ready for the transfer exam, so please
come inside the classroom.” (Teacher)
When a goatkin, who
appeared to be a teacher, came to call him, Miguel, who could not bear the
cold, was wandering around in the corridor.
“Good luck, Miguel.” (Nyango)
“So noisy……” (Miguel)
What’s the matter
with being so noisy when people are cheering you up?
It makes me feel worried
to think that such a kid who can’t even have a decent conversation will become
the village chief of Atsuka village in the future.
A few moments after
Miguel entered the classroom, Olivier came out of the classroom after
completing the entrance exam.
When she left the
classroom, she greeted the students with a proper greeting, which showed that she
was raised properly.
“Miguel’s exam just started, so can I wait here with you?” (Olivier)
“Yes, sure… eh?” (Nyango)
Olivier, who I
thought was going to sit in the middle of the couch, sat down next to me and
gave me a confused look.
“What’s the matter?” (Olivier)
“Um, you…?” (Nyango)
Olivier was casually touching
the void magic winter jacket I was wearing with a curious look on her face.
“Ah, it’s a winter coat using void attribute magic.” (Nyango)
Olivier nodded
repeatedly when I explained that creating a layer of air around my body,
prevents the cold from touching me.
“Umm, Nyango. Can’t you make one around me? It’s a little cold here.”
(Olivier)
Olivier had put on her
cloak, but the cold was rising from under her feet as she sat still in the
corridor with no heating.
“Hmm… it’s difficult to make one that fits your body perfectly,
so I’m going to be wrapping you in something like a blanket of air…”
(Nyango)
“Yes, please.” (Olivier)
“Okay, then, can you stand up for a moment?” (Nyango)
I felt that I would
run out of magical energy if I made winter clothing that fits my body and made
a sheet to wrap Olivier on top of it, so I prepared a large sheet and wrapped us
together…
“W-wow…it’s so fluffy.” (Olivier)
“Eh, hey… well, that’s good.” (Nyango)
I said I would sit
beside her and wrap myself with her, but I didn’t expect her to hug me and rub
her cheeks against me.
For Olivier, I think she
wanted to fluff me like a cat in clothes.
“Wow, you are really warm. It’s so warm.” (Olivier)
“Yeah, sure…” (Nyango)
I think I understand
why the cat that was being hugged in my previous life looked so annoyed.
At any rate, I hope Miguel’s
transfer exam will be over as soon as possible.
I’m sure that even if
he does it seriously, he’ll be admitted as a new student, not a transferee.
Olivier, who had been
hugging me, sniffing and smothering me, began to doze off, cockily pressing her
head, probably because her body had warmed up.
Today is the entrance
exam, so she may have been too nervous to sleep last night.
The quietness of the
school’s hallways, and the warmth of the body temperatures of others, made me
want to sleep as well.
Last night, I kept
Mr. Zeol company until it was a little late, and I am a little sleep deprived.
If I fall asleep, the
void attribute blanket will disappear, so As I was desperately fighting against
sleepiness, Miguel, who had finished the exam and came out of the classroom,
broke the silence and shouted.
“What are you doing, Nyango!” (Miguel)
“Look closely. I’m not doing anything, she’s doing it.” (Nyango)
“Shut up! Get away from
Olivier! What are you going to do if she gets fleas from you? Move!”
(Miguel)
“Excuse me, I bathe every day. I don’t have fleas.” (Nyango)
Olivier woke up from her
nap at the sound of Miguel’s yapping.
We were told we could
go home now that the test was over, but we couldn’t leave until the chiefs came
back.
“I’m sorry. Could we wait somewhere? It’s a little cold here…” (Nyango)
“Then, the café in front of the school gate would be good, wouldn’t
it? You can see the
school gate from the window, so the person picking you up will know exactly
where you are.” (Teacher)
At any rate, it was
too cold in the hallway, so I decided to move to the café that the teacher had
told me about.
I asked him to leave
a message so that we would not make a mistake.
The café recommended
by the teacher was a stylish place with a large glass window in front of the
school gate.
The transparent plate
glass was made by using earth attribute magic, which is still very expensive,
which made me think that the city is indeed different.
“What’s wrong? Both of you.” (Nyango)
“Um, I don’t have any money…” (Olivier)
“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll pay for it.” (Nyango)
“Why do you have money even though you’re just a Nyango?” (Miguel)
“I work hard every day. I have enough money to enter a cafe.”
(Nyango)
It seemed that
neither Miguel nor Olivier had any money.
The only stores in
the village of Atsuka are Grandma Carisa’s Apothecary and Viktor’s general shop.
Most of life in Atsuka
village is based on bartering, and there is no place for children to spend
money.
I dragged the two shy
children into a café, told them about the situation, and they sat us down by
the window.
Miguel and Olivier
were seated next to each other at a table for four, and I sat in front of
Miguel.
The waitress brought
us a menu, but the two of them just stared at each other.
When they come to
town with the village chief and their parents, they sometimes eat at
restaurants, but since they are left to order and pay for their meals, they
don’t know what they should be doing.
Having said that, I
don’t really understand the restaurant system in this world either.
Or rather, I don’t
know the name of the food, so I had no way to order.
“Um… Well, which is the most popular menu item among the students
of the school?” (Nyango)
“I’d have to say the poteue. It’s a confectionery made with eggs
and milk.” (Waitress)
“Then, please give us three tasty teas that match.” (Nyango)
“Certainly.” (Waitress)
As the waitress
headed for the kitchen, Miguel took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his
forehead with his sleeve.
“You, how are you so calm?” (Miguel)
“Well, it’s because I have my own money. As long as I can pay for
the items I order, I’m a customer no matter how old I am.” (Nyango)
“That’s amazing. Adventurers are truly different.” (Olivier)
It looks like
Olivier’s rating of me raised again, but the reason you’re grabby with your hands
is that you’re trying to fluff me.
“Hmph, even if he’s an adventurer, all he does is pick grass and
catch mice.” (Miguel)
“Well, that’s true, but it’s a lot better than being piggybacked by
your parents and grandparents, isn’t it?” (Nyango)
“Who do you think you are!” (Miguel)
“ If you are frustrated, go to school and think about how you can make
life easier for the village. That’s your job as the future village chief.”
(Nyango)
“Hmph, I know without you telling me.” (Miguel)
The confectionery we
ordered, called Poteue, was similar to what we call pudding in Japan.
It lacked the
smoothness and firmness of Japanese pudding, but it was rich in flavor
“Yummeow! This is so, yummeow.” (Nyango)
“Fuh, he, this taste is not unusual.” (Miguel)
“It’s delicious. It’s my first time tasting it.” (Olivier)
Miguel was really insincere,
though he should have just said it was delicious like a child.
In comparison,
Olivier really looked like she was enjoying the food, and it’s no wonder Miguel
fell in love with her.
The poteue is
delicious, probably because of the quality of the milk used.
The milk served at
the guild’s tavern last night was also fresher and richer than I expected.
If that milk is
commonly available, cheese and such would be delicious.
If Mr. Zeol goes to
the tavern again tonight, I will definitely ask him to make a dish using dairy
products.
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