Looking out the window, the white world is spreading.\n
The wind also seems strong and it is dim to say that it is daytime with rattling noises.
Around noon yesterday, the vigilante contacted the town saying, âBeware, there will be a blizzard two to four days from tomorrowâ.
So that response last night seemed very difficult for both Dora and Salifah.
âWow, Iâm really not gonna be able to see a bit further.â
Hands on the window, face close and try to look out, but I have no idea whatâs going on out there.
Itâs a truly white world.
As I stare outside, I hear a knock on the door.
âIâm home,â Mr. Druid said as he replied looking outside.
âThis way down, even if we stop, itâs going to continue to affect us.â
âOh, it looks like itâs gonna go down for a few days, how much snow itâs gonna beâ
I thought Mr. Druid said that too much snow would keep you from moving.
Maybe even if the snow stops, you wonât be able to get out of the inn.
7 days from the day I went to the woods with Mr. Pliagilmuth.
In the meantime, I worked hard hunting for Siusa and Hattori.
Mr. Druid had quite a bit of fun with the trial and error of changing the trap setup and the location.
With Ciel helping him hunt again, he succeeded in hunting two types of demons in large quantities.
And when I tried to go sell it to the butcher, Mr. Druid stopped me.
âYou signed up for a commercial guild, remember? Youâd be safer selling it over there, wouldnât you? â.
but Mr. Druid panicked because he didnât remember anything about registering.
I asked him to explain that he signed up for a commercial guild before traveling, but I still canât remember at all.
The two of us had no choice but to smile bitterly at the influence of the magic formation.
And I canât create a family account without registering for a commercial guild, so I could have felt uncomfortable remembering the account.
Well, Iâm glad I was able to sell meat safely in a commercial guild.
Turning his gaze from outside the window to Mr. Druid, he has a red demon stone in his hand.
âWhatâs wrong with that?
I told Mr. Dora I was ready for the demon stone, so I shouldnât have to.
For some reason, Mr. Druid came back to the room with the red demon stone in his hand.\n
âI said no, but you can use it if you want.â
For a few days, the chill seems terrible.
As a result, the magic cast into the Demon Stone decreases faster.
I guess thatâs why Dora and the others prepared it for me, thinking about what if.
Sucky Mr. Druid turns his gaze to the bag on his desk.
There, tons of red demon stones.
âI told you I didnât need it. But I canât explain it.â
On the bed, Frem is still resurrecting the Demon Stone.
And massive red demon stones rolling over the bed.
âWell, when the cold settles, Iâll give it back.â
âYouâre in more trouble than that.â
âYeah. What about Solâs riceâ
Iâve been thinking about it a lot, but I couldnât bring back the magic that would be Solâs rice from the dump.
In the meantime, Iâve stuffed the excess magic bags with the garbage of magic items that contain a relatively large amount of magic.
I didnât feel like it for a bit, but I had no choice because of Sol.
but there is a small amount of magic in the garbage.
Whatever you think, itâs about a dayâs worth.
Yet it is possible that we will not be able to go outside for a few days from today.
âHmm? I was just playing with the demon stones around Flem.â
Look around the bed but no sign of Sol.
When I turned my gaze to the ringing, I was at the foot of the bed.
Could it have fallen off? \nâWhat are you doing? Youâre gonna step on it, arenât you?
Gently put Sol back on the bed.
âSol, Iâm sorry. I couldnât prepare Solâs rice.â
âI brought garbage in my magic bag, but Iâm sure itâs not enoughâ
You could understand my story, he rang a little snort.
âWhen are you going to be able to go to the woods?
âItâs this descent, you might not make it until the worst spring comes.â
I wonder what to do with that.
Isnât there still less than January?
âOh, what do you do with garbage during the winter?
No one should want to keep garbage in the house in January either.
For example, why donât we collect garbage somewhere?
âTemporary storage is created in towns and villages, but there are people there.â
I guessed it, but I canât, I canât use it.
You canât see a magical-eating slime.
Can we just hope thereâs no more snow?
Point your gaze out the window.
⌠donât feel like youâre not getting a prayer.
âSol, Iâm gonna run out of rice, okay?
Sol who normally answers that I have no problem with Mr Druidâs question.
Tilt your neck a little to too normal an attitude.
Wouldnât it be something more hasty or something?
Based on how Sol is doing, you should understand most of the content of this conversation.
Yet she replied that she was fine without any trouble.
âUh, Sol. You might not be able to eat magic for about January, but are you okay?
âFinally, you stopped.â
Morning of the third day from the day of the snowstorm.
Finally, the warm light of the sun shone.
If you look out the window, you can see itâs pretty piled up.
In the meantime, Iâm going down to the ground floor to see how much itâs piling up.
Mr. Dora stood in his coat down the stairs.
âGood morning, do you want to do something?
âThe blizzard finally stopped, so I thought Iâd melt the snow at the entrance and exit. But unfortunately, I couldnât get out of there.â
Mr. Dora refers to the entrance to and exit from the inn.
Leaning his neck, Mr. Dora opened the entrance and exit door to show me.
Thereâs a wall of snow that completely blocks the entrance and exit.
âWow, thatâs amazingâ
âYeah, I was told there might be a lot of snow this year, but I didnât imagine that was it. Besides, itâs still winter season.â
Mr. Dora sighs as much as she wants.
Winter has certainly just begun, and this is the winter season to come.
âDo you want me to help?
âBad, I just want to secure the entrance and exit. Can you ask for it?â
âYeah, but where are you getting out of?
âWeâre going to go out the upstairs window and melt the snow with the item and make a path that people can go through once it melts somewhatâ
Looks like Mr. Druid and Mr. Dora are going to be working outside.
âIs there something I can do, too?
âNo, because Ivyâs in trouble if she catches a coldâ
Mr. Druid will shake my head.
âAh, then Iâm sorry, but can you ask for Salifahâs help? Itâs time to make breakfast, but I canât help.â
Surely itâs going to take some time to build a path that you can walk while melting that massive amount of snow.
âDonât service your meals today and tomorrow. Including dinner.â
Smiling and nodding, Mr. Druid stroked his head as well as Mr. Dora.
I set my foot in the cooking room where I was told there was Mr. Salifah after I dropped them off.