New chapter of Plant Magic Lord is out! (1/2 chapters)

 

 

Village Daily Life

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The following day at the Adventurer Guild.

It was precisely midday, and Naru was cheerfully eating his lunch at his seat.

“Nyan-nyaan.” (Naru)

The meal, purchased from the cafeteria below, was a spicy stir-fry. It was a luxurious dish, making generous use of summer vegetables such as eggplant and green peppers.

Recently, Naru had taken a particular liking to pairing it with a lightly brewed herbal tea. The stimulating aroma of the spices combined with the refreshing taste of the herbal tea in a manner that was simply delightful beyond words. At that moment, Brown, who had gone on an errand outside the guild, returned to his seat with his own lunch. He had the same spicy stir-fry, but it was paired with a set of black tea.

Seated, Brown addressed Naru, who was eating with a relaxed expression.

“The arts festival is finally about to begin, nyan. Are your preparations for the supplies complete, nyan?” (Brown)

“Thank you for your efforts, nya.” (Naru)

“I carried a great deal to Nana’s house, nyan.” (Brown)

“…It is arduous, nya, but this too is fate, nya…” (Naru)

Naru’s gaze drifted slightly into the distance. Surely, Nana would end up sleeping surrounded by those materials. Although storage magic was convenient, it came with strict conditions, Naru reflected. She would sleep while holding a bat. It was not that there was anything particularly wrong, yet she could not shake the feeling that a door might open.

What sort of door it might be, she did not know.

“This week’s day off, we are going to the lake again, but what about you, Naru, nyan?” (Brown)

“Nya. I shall go as well, nya.” (Naru)

“Understood, nyan.” (Brown)

Recently, the staff had become accustomed to their duties, and work had begun to run smoothly. For that, they could devote themselves more fully to leisure. Being able to lead such a life of comfort was thanks to Elt.

When they had descended from the northern regions with desperate determination, none would have imagined that life would become so easy so quickly. Through what could only be described as a miraculous encounter, they were now able to live in such peace.

“Piyo-ppii!” (Cockatrice)

“Piyo-piyo!” (Cockatrice)

Through the window, one could see cockatrices dashing along beside the Adventurer Guild.

There was no special meaning. They were running merely for exercise. Cockatrices were skilled at braking, so collisions never occurred. This too was part of the village’s daily life. After all, the foundation of the village was the great tree, agriculture, and piyo.

“Spring is approaching, nya.” (Naru)

Sipping his herbal tea, Naru murmured with a sense of deep reflection. Once the arts festival concluded, the village’s name would echo even more widely. The number of merchants visiting the village was increasing, and it was no longer merely a stopover on the way to Zanzas.

Such rapid development was evident. A very favorable trend, Naru thought.

Having finished lunch, Naru stretched deeply.

“Now then, it is time to work hard this afternoon, nya!” (Naru)

 

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At the same time, near the Large Tree tower, in the soil bath.

There, an adventurer in his thirties, having returned from nocturnal gathering, was entering the soil bath to soothe his fatigue.

“Well, that is good, isn’t it? Lalatoma-chan and Wood have finally gotten along nicely…” (Adventurer)

“Yes, yes! They have become quite close.” (Tetetoka)

Nearby, Tetetoka was watering potted plants into which Dryads had been placed.

*Splash, splash…*

Though it was still February, Tetetoka’s watering was merciless.

“Ahh…” (Dryad)

“How refreshing—” (Dryad)

Yet, for the Dryads, it was truly heavenly. Watering was welcome every day.

“…Shall I pour?” (Tetetoka)

Tetetoka, holding a watering can, assumed a stance and addressed the adventurer.

“Bring it on!” (Adventurer)

“Yay!” (Tetetoka)

*Splash, splash…*

Even in winter, few except Dryads would receive such watering. Only those truly chosen would follow this course.

“Wow… they are really doing it, aren’t they?” (Anaria)

Anaria had arrived. She had been delayed in her lunch due to transporting supplies and thought she might enjoy the soil bath briefly. During lunch hour, such freedom was completely permissible.

“Teaching the new adventurers nocturnal gathering, and now it is this hour… The dungeon in Zanzas is unsuitable for practice, after all.” (Anaria)

“Yes, it is far too fixed in environment there.” (Tetetoka)

Though Zanzas’ dungeon also had nighttime, it was far too different from an ordinary forest. For practical training, the forest near the village was far more suitable.

“Then, have you more or less finished making what you will present at the arts festival?” (Anaria)

“Yes, somehow… thanks to Tetetoka!” (Tetetoka)

Anaria hugged Tetetoka tightly.

“No, no! As expected of the food master! Something excellent was created!” (Tetetoka)

“Thank you…!” (Anaria)

“Well then, Anaria, you are finally ready for the next step.” (Tetetoka)

“Next…?” (Anaria)

Tilting her head in confusion, Anaria saw Tetetoka silently extending the watering can.

“Eh… could it be…!” (Anaria)

Anaria’s heart skipped a beat.

This was Tetetoka’s personal watering can. She had never seen anyone else touch it. Moreover, among humans, only Tetetoka and occasionally Lalatoma watered the soil bath for Dryads. Dryads might water one another, but humans seldom did. Hence, Anaria understood the gravity of the task.

This was truly a heavy responsibility entrusted to Dryads.

“Yes, it is that watering.” (Tetetoka)

Tetetoka smiled warmly. Her smile conveyed that this was an extremely important duty.

“Me…? Really?” (Anaria)

“Yes. I believe that you, Anaria, are qualified now.” (Tetetoka)

“But…! Someone like me…” (Anaria)

“It is fine, it is fine! Go on, pour away. There is still water in it.” (Tetetoka)

“…May I? I am a little scared, though.” (Anaria)

“Look, the person in the soil bath is waiting for the watering, see?” (Tetetoka)

“Really…!? Is that acceptable!?” (Anaria)

“Hey, wait a moment!?” (Adventurer)

The adventurer protested.

Being watered by Tetetoka was fine. She carefully ensured water did not hit the nose or mouth. Thus, one could refresh oneself merely by being doused with water. Probably, Anaria could not perform this as skillfully.

The adventurer instinct within her whispered as much.

“Is it no good if it is me?” (Anaria)

“I am frightened! Not like Tetetoka, pouring from above, but… gradually from the side…” (Adventurer)

“Stare…” (Tetetoka)

Tetetoka stared intently at the adventurer.

…She appeared dissatisfied.

In those eyes was the profound darkness of a Dryad who had lived a thousand years.

“Ugh, even if you look at me like that…” (Adventurer)

“Stare…” (Tetetoka)

“Even you, Anaria…! Very well, very well, go ahead, go ahead!” (Adventurer)

“Yay! Then, here I go!” (Anaria)

*Splash, splash, splaaash!!*

Anaria poured water over the adventurer with tremendous force.

In fact, it was perhaps a little too forceful.

…As expected. The adventurer choked slightly.

“Bufu!? Hey, wait a second!” (Adventurer)

“Ah, sorry!” (Anaria)

“No, it is fine! But a bit more practice is…” (Adventurer)

“Necessary, yes.” (Tetetoka)

They all nodded, sharing a brief, joyful laugh. This, too, was part of the village’s daily life. The adventurer in his thirties spluttered slightly under the sudden stream of water.

The soil bath, the gentle companionship, the playful chaos… it was an ordinary afternoon in a village built on the foundation of the great tree, agriculture, and piyo.

Tetetoka, with a contented smile, finished watering the plants while Anaria relaxed, feeling the gentle warmth of the sun through the windows. Even the adventurer in his thirties, though slightly wet and flustered, could not help but laugh at the absurdity of the moment.

It was precisely in these quiet, ordinary days that the village’s character and charm truly manifested.

Outside, the cockatrices continued to dash playfully, their movements unrestrained yet careful, a living testament to the village’s peaceful harmony.

And inside, the adventurers and Dryads alike enjoyed the simple pleasures of work and play, meals and waterings, conversation and laughter, all interwoven into the seamless tapestry of life here.

Naru, having finished lunch and stretched deeply, set about preparing for the afternoon’s work with renewed energy.

“Now then, it is time to give our utmost effort this afternoon, nya!” (Naru)

The village carried on with its rhythm, steady and comforting, the ordinary daily life of its inhabitants forming the enduring heartbeat of the place.

As the sun reached its zenith, the warm light fell upon the guild, the soil bath, and the great tree, binding together the lives of all who resided here in a tranquil, harmonious flow.

And so, another ordinary day in the village passed, ordinary in its simplicity yet extraordinary in its quiet depth, the lives of adventurers and villagers alike entwined in shared daily rituals that brought laughter, labor, and lasting contentment.

 

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