Goshujin-sama to Yuku Isekai Survival!

k the alcohol is quite strong as it goes down the throat.
It does not seem to be lower than beer.

“It’s pretty strong.
I think I’m going to drunk if I drink a bottle of this.”

“What a weak guy.
This is no better than water.”

“So, you’re a heavy drinker, huh?”

Let me explain! A heavy drinker is a creature with a strong liver and no trouble at all with alcohol consumption! Also known as someone who can drink like a fish.
Some of them will push alcoholic drinks on you with their own scale of “I’m okay, so you’ll be okay too,” so be careful if you meet them!

“It’s sweet and strong for me, anyway.
Let me put some water on it.”

“You want to add more water?”

That being said, it’s hard to drink as it is.
I poured the liquor into the wooden tumbler I had crafted beforehand and used a plastic bottle of water to dilute it.
It’s just right, about twice as much.

“Is that a water bottle?”

“Yeah, it’s a common material in my world.
Not very tough, but pretty good at taking impacts.”

If you damage it with a blade, it will be torn easily, but it won’t be damaged if you drop it.
In this way, the plastic bottle is very useful material.

“Hmm, it’s an interesting material.
It’s soft yet strong and transparent.
What on earth is it made of?”

“The material for plastic bottles, huh? …I don’t know much about it either, but I think the original material was oil.
Oil which comes out of the ground.”

“How could oil become a container like this? I’m not sure I understand how it works.”

Sylphy smiles as she fiddles with the plastic bottle.
Somehow, she seems to be more curious than most people.

“There’s a lot of them.
You can keep some of them or store them in a place where they won’t be exposed to direct sunlight for a long time.”

“Really? Water in a water jug can go bad in three days at the most.”

“That thing is well sterilized and sealed, so you should be able to store it for six months or a year without any problems.
Not once it’s opened, though.”

“You can store it for that long, huh…? That’s fantastic technology.”

Somehow, she has been strangely impressed.
But come to think of it, she said it would take ten days to traverse the wilderness on foot.
If there are almost no water supply points, is the water that can be preserved quite valuable?

“Uhm, where was our conversation earlier? It’s about the empire, right? Are the Holy Kingdom and the Empire the only countries on this continent?”

“No, that’s not true.
The Holy Kingdom and the Empire are the two most powerful on this continent.
Still, there are countless other small countries that are also crowded out.
Some of them are so powerful and medium-sized that those two countries have to be concerned about them.
In the first place, the other side of the wilderness isn’t exactly the territory of the Holy Kingdom, but the territory of its vassal state, the Kingdom of Merinard.”

“Kingdom of Merinard.
What’s it like?”

“Originally, it was founded by a tribe of elves who left the Black Forest.
A tribe that did not appreciate the mere enjoyment of life in the forest left the forest, crossed the wilderness, and beyond that took root and mingled with humans and beastmen to form a nation.”

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“So, it was originally an elven country?”

“Originally, yeah.
Before it was conquered by the powerful Holy Kingdom and made into a vassal state, it was a country inhabited by a wide variety of races, like an empire.
The Merinard Kingdom was small, but it had fertile plains and mines that produced good quality rock salt and iron, and it prospered from trade.
They had friendly relations with the Black Forest elves, so their trading was very prosperous.”

Sylphy speaks with a lonely light in her eyes.
Perhaps Sylphy was one of the elven clans that lived in the Merinard Kingdom.

“It must have been about twenty years since it was considered a vassal state of the Holy Kingdom.
It seems that there was a rebellion about three years ago, but it was put down by an army sent from the mainland.
All of the residents in this village, except for the elves, are refugees from the Merinard Kingdom who fled at that time.”

“Really? That’s probably why the hostility towards humans is so… amazing.”

“That’s right.
But that doesn’t mean there wasn’t a single human in the Merinard Kingdom, to begin with, either.
And I heard there were many human warriors among the rebel army.”

“Really? But there are no other humans in this village but me, right?”

“Yes, but when they were defeated, the humans and sub-humans decided to split up and run away.
It was decided that the sub-humans would flee the country, and the humans would either hide out inside the country or disappear under the influence of the Holy Kingdom.
It’s not difficult for humans to sneak into areas under the control of the Holy Kingdom.”

Is that really true? Is it possible that no one has ever set foot in these forests after leaving the people they fought with for that reason alone?

“Your question is valid, but it’s true.
To be burned out of the place you lived, or to cross the Great Wilderness of Omit unprepared in defeat, is an act of suicide.
In fact, many of those men scattered their lives in the wilderness by the time they reached the Black Forest.
They were attacked by Gizma day and night with little food and water.”

That being said, I think the refugees were mostly women and children.
I see.

“So, Gizma is the name of the monster lurking in the wilderness?”

“Yes.
They lurk in packs on the ground and pounce on any prey that passes by.
At night, they crawl out from under the ground and prowl, searching for their prey.
They are fast, hard, and powerful.
They are dangerous monsters.
The Holy Kingdom will not show any mercy to sub-humans who plan to rebel.
So the sub-humans had no choice but to flee to the Great Wilderness of Omit.”

I see, so the grueling journey was a major factor in the separation of the two sides.
I don’t want to run away to a place that risky for a human either anyway.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“That’s good to hear.
Well, I think it’s time for you to start preparing our dinner.”

“What? Am I going to make it?”

“Are you going to let your master cook you a meal? Hmm?”

“Damn it… I don’t know what to make anyways…”

We had a soup made of salted Lizarf meat and vegetables, a steak of salted and spiced Lizarf meat, and a salad with a mysterious grain flour bread baked like naan for dinner.

“It’s just normal.
Aren’t you a little lacking?”

“I ain’t no chef! It’s not that I didn’t cook for myself, but don’t expect me to cook something complicated.
It’s impossible to cook a decent meal with ingredients you don’t even know existed.”

I stare at Sylphy while eating a salad made up of vegetables and fruits that are edible.
Yeah, this green, unripe tomato-like fruit tastes and textures like a normal, ripe tomato even though it’s green.
Maybe I can make a tomato sauce with this one.

“Well, it’s a matter of course.
You’ll get used to it a little at a time.”

“You’re gonna make me cook food no matter what?”

“You’re the slave, and I’m the master, so why shouldn’t I be? You were forced to create such a position, so be patient.
If you want to change your position, you should work that way, right?”

Sylphy chuckles as she stabs a green tomato in her two-way fork.

“Gununu…”

Come to think of it; I haven’t been able to ask why Sylphy is trying to get into that kind of relationship with me after all.
Damn, I should have questioned her properly at the right time before! No, there’s always a chance to ask her.
If only I had the guts to ask her, I could ask her right now.

All right… I’m going to get my ass kicked then.

“Hey, why are you trying to get into this… relationship with me?”

“Now, why is that? Why don’t you figure it out for yourself?”

I’m annoyed with Sylphy, who returns a smirk to the serious question.
This is an important issue, you know.
According to the way of this world, it should be a big problem for Sylphy.
So why is this woman grinning like that?

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“I’m asking because I don’t understand.”

“You think you can just ask, and you’ll get everything you need, but you’re wrong.”

“How could I know what’s on your mind except for yourself? I’m serious about this.”

I can’t help but wrinkle my brow.
But Sylphy doesn’t show any signs of intimidation at the sight of me but only licks the honey wine with a grin and a smile.
It seems that she has no intention of exposing her heart to me.

“It’s just a little bit of calculation and curiosity; the rest is just like instinct.
I’m not thinking about it all that much, either.”

“Instinct.”

“When you see a woman of your taste, don’t you lust after her? It’s the same thing.
It’s not a theory, though.”

It doesn’t make any sense.
It’s not that I’m good-looking.
That’s not so much that I think I’m ugly.
It’s just that I think I look like anyone anywhere.
I’m not fat, but I’m not muscular either.
I think I’m probably a little taller than average, and I shouldn’t have any outwardly noticeable features either.

“I don’t know.
Am I your kind of man’s favorite appearance?”

“Appearance isn’t the only thing that matters.”

“I don’t know anymore.”

What’s the relationship between Sylphy and me, after being attacked in bed and beaten to a pulp, and after a half-hearted discussion, protection… protection? Let’s just call it protection for now, though she did put a collar on me.

I was protected; I was dragged around the village.
I even cooked a meal and showed her how to process the iron.
It’s really, really hard to know if she’s serious or if she’s teasing me since we arrived home and it was just the two of us.

Is it okay? Can I go? But it’s Sylphy.
A master who could kill me with the tip of her finger if she wanted to? Is it okay to rush on her? Will I get punished?

It bothers me; it bothers me a lot.
The fact that Sylphy is my type bothers me even more.
She’s a beautiful brown-skinned elf with big boobs, you know? That’s just too much patience.

I can’t get an answer, no matter how much I worry about it.
If I can’t find an answer, I should stop thinking.
It’s a waste of time and mental resources to keep worrying about it.
Even if I get punished, it’s all I can hope for.
Take a swing at her.
Was I disregarding the thought? Very well!

“I don’t know, but it’s going to cripple a man if he backs down to that point.”

What, it’s not even worth bothering with in simple terms.
A very beautiful woman of my type is asking me out.
She has the power of life and death over me, both physically and in terms of position.
So let’s just have maximum fun and try to make her like me.

“Right.
I was just starting to wonder if you’re just a limp-dick man by now.”

“I don’t think it’s nice for a girl to say a limp dick or something like that.”

I gulped the raw, uncracked honey wine directly from the ceramic bottle and wiped my mouth.
A strong spirit and cool aroma pierced my nostrils.
It’s sweet.

“What manners are prevalent in the elves at times like this?”

“I don’t know.
I’m a virgin.
I wasn’t even close enough to have those kinds of conversations with girls in my position.”

“All right, we’ll do it my way.”

I put my arms behind Sylphy’s back and knees, who was sitting on a wicker couch and held her to the side.
This is what is called a princess carry.

“Fufu, what are you going to do now?”

“Of course, I’ll take you to bed just like this.
I’ll let the experienced man lead you.”

“That’s going to be fun.
I’m used to the pain, but be gentle with me, okay? I am a virgin, after all.”

“I’ll try.”

I don’t have a lot of experience, either.
Let’s use all the experience and knowledge I have and do my best.