Episode 91: The One Who Records the Days
The sun has set.
The girls of the “Blue Comet” have all entered their tents, preparing for sleep or getting ready for their watch duties, weapons in hand.
And I am here…
“Phew…”
…Taking a bath.
I filled a ceramic tub, big enough for me to stretch out in, with water, submerged my broken fire Demon Sword… or rather, my homemade Demon Sword? Magic Item? And ignited my Magical Power. In about five minutes, I had a hot bath.
Naturally, the women of the “Blue Comet” were staring intently, but I didn’t mind as I soaked in the tub.
Embarrassed? Not at all. After all, I’m a handsome guy.
The otherworldly beauty unique to a Changeling shines through even during everyday actions like taking a bath, giving off an alluring aura.
You know, the kind of guy who looks good no matter what he does?
I’m just too good-looking; every moment is cool, that’s me.
It’s a racial thing, so it’s not something I can really boast about.
But it’s helpful that I’m always cool without having to try.
Come to think of it, since I got this body, I haven’t had to deal with unwanted hair, shaving, or skincare.
Seriously, I don’t even have extra pores for unwanted hair, and I don’t grow a beard or pubic hair.
I don’t even have nose hair, so I wonder what’s going on with my immune system?
My hair doesn’t fall out either, and even if I cut it, it grows back to long hair in a few days. I know everyone wondered why a medical professional like me has long hair, but it just regenerates to a fixed length and style. Am I a Saiyan?
It’s not just my hair, but also my nails and teeth. Even if they’re damaged, they regenerate and always try to return to their current state.
I’m sorry to deny medicine, but a Changeling is just in the shape of a human, but essentially, they are close to fairies.
Well, that’s why I’m handsome no matter what I do.
Of course, even a handsome guy like a Chocobo-head from a certain Final Fantasy game is still handsome even when playing card games or waving a parasol at the beach.
“Wow…!”
“Such a handsome man…♡”
“Amazing!”
That’s how I was receiving hot gazes from the girls of the “Blue Comet” while changing clothes right in front of them.
I dried my hair, put on my clothes, and ended up in a casual shirt.
Ah, I was wearing armor during the day. After all, we’re outside the city.
But now, I’m in a shirt that can also be used as pajamas.
The steam from the bath is giving off a sexy vibe!
Meanwhile, the girls don’t seem to be doing anything special today.
They seem to have wiped their bodies with a cloth, but that’s about it…
From now on, they’ll just get smellier and smellier. This is getting fun…!
Then, at night.
I brushed my teeth, lit a lamp, and wrote in my diary while lying in bed.
Perhaps, even if my body is long-lived, my memories may not be.
So, I want to record my memories so I don’t forget them.
It’s the small, insignificant moments of everyday life that are truly the symbols of peace that people should cherish.
For example, today I had a conversation with Shio-san.
We talked about birds while riding in the carriage.
About the blue-feathered birds that only live in the southern jungle, Shio-san’s homeland.
In the process, I also learned that Shio-san’s sense of color is approximate.
She expresses all shades of blue as “bird color,” whether it’s indigo or light blue.
In Shio-san’s tribe, there is no myth like “God created the world,” but only the story that someone who was once human became a god.
Therefore, the world and the sky have “always been there” from the beginning, and they don’t recognize blue as “the color of the sky.”
It’s a feeling that Japanese people, who grew up looking at a white canvas and think that white is the basic color of the world, don’t have.
If you’re a Christian, the world was first darkness, and then someone said, “Let there be light,” so the basic color is probably black?
Anyway, the blue of the sky that fills the world is not blue, but for the tribe, blue is the color of that jungle bird.
…In this way, there is something interesting in each small conversation.
It’s the same on Earth.
There are so many interesting things in everyday life.
It’s just that you don’t notice them.
I want to play more and more.
I want to keep a sense of being able to notice fun things.
To that end, writing in a diary like this and putting my thoughts into words is a good exercise.
Sensitivity is something that you cultivate with your own curiosity.
Ah, today was fun too…
Now, the next day.
I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and started moving a little before the sun came out.
The food culture in this country is basically not very… rich.
It’s a northern country with not much food, so it can’t be helped.
And in the morning, they don’t seem to eat warm food.
You know… it’s like Europe.
Just coffee in the morning! (though they don’t have it in this country), or ham, cheese, and bread in the morning! or not eating at all in the morning! That’s the kind of feeling.
But if you don’t get your blood sugar up, you won’t be in good shape, right?
That’s why I served hot milk sweetened with honey and biscuits with nuts.
For those who can eat it, I also give them bread with cheese scrambled eggs.
…Most of the kids were eating bread heartily from the morning.
Apparently, not eating warm food in the morning is not a cultural aspect, but simply because they don’t have the money and time to prepare such things!
I learned another thing…
After feeding them, it’s hellish dishwashing time.
I try to wrap the bread in oil paper as much as possible, but washing is still necessary.
Washing thirty plates is quite tough…
Well, since I’m a Soap maker, it’s easy to wash with detergent.
If you were washing this with just water and lye, it would never get clean.
It’s the same with washing clothes.
Detergent has dramatically shortened the job of “washing things”…
And after washing, preparing lunch, and finishing everything else…
“Alright, let’s go!”
With Katrina-san’s command, the journey resumes…