Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

June 30, 7442.

Since Bell joined our party, the first month was about to pass. Each week, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday were set as days to challenge the labyrinth, and Wednesday and Saturday were set as holidays. Especially since my party is actively engaged in combat at Search-and-Destroy. The outbound journey inside the labyrinth is quite stressful and drains my strength and mental strength. The truth is, I also thought I'd pinch the day off for putting it away, but considering when I could go up to two floors in the future, it would reveal the night inside the labyrinth, so it was based on two shifts and one vacation.

For about a month, I try not to force someone to get hurt, or turn back as long as I had lunch and did a little. The battle had occurred like every time I went into the labyrinth. So, the collection of demon stones makes it a big black so far. Like the first day, there was no bonus like getting past adventurer gear, but everyone is one level higher except Xenom and me. Because I stopped just to cover occasionally, and because Zenom originally had high levels, I had a lot of inexperience needed to reach the next level.

Note that I wrote a letter to my parents' house and to the Webdos Chamber of Commerce just in case. Ralpha and the others' foot shapes were painted on paper, which was also enclosed. I also wrote that I wanted Ralpha and Bell's share to be made a little bigger, but I don't know how long it will take to get to Barkud. It's the shortest, and in about four months the item is going to arrive, what do you think? I just left it with a caravan headed for Keel, so I can't even predict it.

It's Saturday, so I'm off. I had breakfast as usual with Zulu and gave him 5 pieces of silver coins after I finished eating and told Zulu it was my salary for the month. 600,000 Z. per annum. It's only a little more income than a small homemade farm that doesn't own a slave, and it's worth 10,000 Z a week. To be honest, it's hard to live with this amount alone if it's a big city like Balduk, but as a slave, I have all the money for accommodation and food, so it's a broken paycheck. But after seeing how this past month went, I decided. This guy can use it. I often hear you say it, and the sword can be used there. Best of all, he looks loyal too, so unless so many talent show up in the future, he's my slave-head.

We haven't talked about us being reincarnated because we're still dating boulders for about a month. Somehow, because I thought this guy might think of the possibility of future power fights and attempts to find reincarnates by the appearance of multiple reincarnators. It's not modern Japan, so I don't know if I'd worry about pulling out or betraying by the time I'm nervous, but I'm not as Rakuten as I'd assume I'd completely spotted my personality in about a month, and that's fine. I have told the other members about this once.

Elsewhere Zulu will be thanked for his high salary and will work out his goals for next month as soon as possible. This month I was setting a hidden goal of "confirming and enhancing my ability to collaborate within the party, if I can," well, I could say clear, so I'm going to set a goal for next month.

· More breakthroughs So far I have hardly even written a map just walking into the dark clouds. I can't do it.

· Write a proper map Ralpha's MP feels unrealistic in the current situation of 3. Twice a day, I'm telling you to use magic, not intrinsic skills, but at this rate, it would take more than five months for Inmagic to reach level one. I want to avoid using magic on boulders three times a day to zero MP because I'm old enough to bet on a 1% MP rise, and most importantly Ralpha and Zenom seem to be sleeping in the same room, so it's too late after something happens. I somehow don't like crawling into Zulu at night. I think I'll buy the map. Doesn't that make more breakthroughs a dream? I wish the MP was even 7, even 7. It's already a pain in the ass, so I think I should set the MP to zero without dinner and let it eat and go to bed, etc. Wake me up in the middle of the night and let me use it twice so I can earn 5 magic experience points per day, so I'll level up in February and a half. But I can't have a decent supper with everyone...... poor boulder.

-I feel the same way about my level up goal right now, but seriously, if you let me stand on the arrow of battle all day, it's all worked out at once. If you care about that, you can do it if you want to do it alone from now on. It is forbidden to impose because there are no backup members. Not enough to deliberately make it a goal.

· Increase the number of combat slaves by one more This might be a good idea. This past month's earnings are a little over 10 million Z. I give Zenom, Ralpha and Bell about 300,000 Z each in bonuses. One more combat personnel would allow for a more stable battle. I have spent quite a bit of the money my father gave me, but I have been able to recover to a fairly close point even if it did not reach the original amount. It could be a hand to add another slave here. If we make millions more Z's, we can still afford to buy slaves. Do you want to go now?

Sipping bean tea after a meal, I thought about it the way I said I wasn't here, but if I set a goal, I'd just act. I said a temporary goodbye to Zulu until dinner, and when I left the diner, I took him back to the inn because I couldn't dare wear a protector for today's workout. Oh, I haven't told you before, but my inn is a 'Boyle Pavilion', and the inn where the Zenoms are staying is like a hairy guy in a lumberjack named 'Shooney'.

After finishing the run and washing the protector in water, I got dressed and went out to "Slave Shop, Ron Slyle" again. I already know. It's obvious what kind of slavery you have. You "Turney Chamber of Commerce" shitty gnome. I thought I was a slave amateur and I tried to make him rush me. I'll never go to a store like that again.

When she walked into the store and spoke up, Madame Ronslyle approached with a smile and a loving smile. You're still very businesslike, this Madame.

When I name it, I give it my right hand and ask it to hang the status open. I'm used to the fact that this is a common practice, or courtesy, because I still need to verify my identity when it comes to interacting with luxury goods like slaves. It's very rude to suddenly make a status opening on someone, but revealing it from here doesn't mean rude. Rather, this is what my identity is, so I want you to trust me to make a deal, which falls within the meaning of it.

Checking my status and looking at my face strangely, Madame finally seemed to realize that she was a former customer who dyed her hair. That's fine, but at the same time I said something that bothered me.

"There's been a complete rumor."

What's this all about? Why would it be a rumor? Is it because you helped Bell stick out the assailant?

"Even new adventurers who make hundreds of thousands of Z's every time they go into the labyrinth already have a reputation. We sold battle slaves there, and our noses are expensive."

Is that so? Surely it's normal for you to avoid fighting as much as you can and go for the back tier. I say it's basically from two layers that special items are discovered that can be a grab a thousand bucks, and I guess I'm the only one who knows the information to kick the enemy's ass and earn experience and level it up. Even I would have been as obsessed with avoiding combat as I could and going a little deeper if I didn't know that. If not, who would deal with a goblin that only picks less valuable demon stones? Orcs and hobgoblins are worth a lot of demon stones, but we're strong enough for someone to get hurt soon, too. But was it enough to ride on the edge of the mouth of the other adventurers?

Seemed a little different when I asked him that. They sell Demon Stones to Demon Prop Stores frequently, so I heard from Demon Prop Stores for tea drinks. I used it to promote it. It's okay. Anyway, speaking of my idea that I'm here to look after a new battle slave, trying to keep it on even if it's a warm spit, Madame pulled back by saying she would have a battle slave ready soon.

After waiting a while, Madame reappeared and called me in the back. Shit, it's just a woman's combat slave again. Because a woman can't be a force of war... is that it? Ralpha and Bell are reincarnated, so even if they're different, if they're as young as their early twenties, that's fine, right? No. Was he in a man's custody last time because he was in a hurry to improve his combat skills? I feel something that's kind of unintelligible. I made the appraisal without saying anything, and it was still no big deal, so I left the store without saying anything.

Arms together, he walks for the 'Boyle Pavilion' with his head twisted. Speaking of which, I feel that there is something uncomfortable or unintelligible about this place. What is it? Is this your fault? When you reach the inn feeling like something is still stuck in your teeth, you fall asleep in bed and look up at the ceiling.

Well, it won't be a big deal, but I'm somewhat concerned.

Start organizing and summarizing with thoughts you are already accustomed to.

That? What were you thinking? Yeah, well, that's what I recently said about the discomfort I feel. You're going to forget something. One thing is really troublesome here, but you might want to write it down and sort it out.

I opened the window when I got out of bed, but it was still dark in the room so I lit up the magic props in the light. Sitting her desk in front of her in a chair, she took out several pieces of paper she had purchased to write a map on her desk.

One by one, I will take you to write about events that may feel unnatural, uncomfortable, or unintelligible. I noticed it a little after I started writing.

What the hell is this?

One by one is nothing. If you look at it that way, there's nothing particularly wrong with it. But as I was writing about how uncomfortable I felt as far as I could remember, a tremor came.

Something's wrong.

When people ask me what's wrong with me, I have a little trouble responding.

But I think it's strange somehow.

There are a few strange behaviors for me. It also reminded me of strange things to say and do when I tried to remember that time as much as I could. Simply put, I have words and deeds like a headstrong child. It's not even that wrong as a result if you just look at it at it at first glance, so if it's a little bit or so, it's going to flush that out. I can't immediately remember this minute, but I can even think of other strange things to say and do. It would be closer to reality to think so than to say so.

What the hell is going on here?

You can sort it out and analyze it one by one, but you should think about the whole thing before you do. Though it would be important to think about what you were saying, what you were doing, and what you should have done if you had, the past is irrevocable. More importantly, it is in the future. The matter is not easy to draw conclusions and needs to be carefully considered.

Looking at it as a whole, there's something wrong with my thinking path. For example, an event called A occurs. In contrast, in the past I dealt with it in a way called B. However, when I think calmly, I feel like I'm supposed to take the C method. This "think calmly" is also a crook. Actually, I'm not thinking, I'm remembering. Because of my behavior in my previous life, if this is the kind of person, why not choose a method called "C" at this time?

Well, now it might be easier to remember and apply it than to think.

Retrospective memory. More and more, more and more going back. Go back to the limit you can remember. My oldest memory is when I was about three years old in my previous life. I remember falling asleep on a futon that was dried in the sunny room of the house I lived in at the time. The saggy feel and nostalgic smell of a warm futon. That's all I can remember, but maybe this is my oldest memory. I can also recall the sights outside from the lights and drawers with two blurry but round fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. Other than that, it's refreshing, including the exterior of the house.

From here, memory explodes as we grow. Even so, it is already fragmented until about junior high school, but the amount increases. It is true that the Starship cartoon was broadcasting before entering elementary school. Three older brothers were obsessed and watching. There was a broadcast of a mobile warrior in the upper grade or so. I got up early in the morning too and started at 5: 00 in the morning with my friends in line at the model store to get organizing tickets and buy a plastic model. The first time I bought it was the green guy in the enemy role, not the lead plane.

Was that about the time I joined the local boys baseball team a while back...... didn't win much but it was funny. Yeah, it was a while before I joined the baseball team because I was stuck on a dialed channel TV while I was in uniform. I entered the swimming department as soon as I went up to middle school. High school was also a swimming club. I even went to Interhigh enough to get out in a few more places... She's the first one I've ever done. I was immediately shaken. That next time I went on there with her, but at the same time as my defense college admission, I was estranged and that was clear......

After that, it's a dense memory of me until I die in my previous life. Fun, hard, happy, sad, floating, depressed...... I can clearly recall the events and emotions at that time. Few boulders are as vague as childhood. Of course, it's fragmented, and I feel like I'm replacing the face of the person who's appearing with the face of the last time I saw him. But I can remember without a problem. Reincarnation, and so on. And I kind of understood.

Because I have memories. I have the knowledge and wisdom to accompany it. But... but what about the spirituality that forms the backbone of my personality?

Maybe I could call it mental age. I feel a little different, but not now. Surely God said this.

"You lived to be 45 in your previous life. I'm only one year old in this world, but it wouldn't hurt to say that my mental age is 46. But your flesh is now one year old. Your health is commensurate with that. Your emotions and ways of thinking are pulled by the sensibilities that flesh of that age possesses, etc. But in a couple more months, you'll be able to get consistency around it, or you'll be able to get used to your spirit in the flesh today, so you'll be able to talk the right way for your mental age without problems, and you'll be able to control your emotions without problems. Think of it as a matter of time around here."

Is it okay to take this content as it is?

There is a line at the beginning that says "mental age can be called 46". It's not a problem to take this literally. The problem is then.

"Your emotions and ways of thinking are pulled by the sensibilities that flesh of that age possesses, etc. But in another couple of months, I can get consistency around it, or I can get used to the flesh now, so I can talk the right way for my mental age" is the problem.

I do have no more problems with the way I talk. But I'm not saying that mental age itself remains intact. Instead of that, he says he'll be pulled by the sensibilities of physical age, etc.

The only person who can achieve consistency is someone of a mental age who has grown physically worthy!

I didn't realize because the knowledge and wisdom I had originally remained intact. The way you feel and think about things is being pulled by the flesh and you're getting younger!

Plus, that window that was out at the end. A new start to life. Reincarnation. When I say normal reincarnation, I refer to reincarnation. Religiously speaking, it's about rebirth. It is not a resurrection. The resurrection will say that all identities, such as previous flesh, memory, and personality, will be preserved, but fundamentally different in its parts. In the case of my reincarnation, my memory and personality must have been preserved, but my flesh is clearly different.

There is no way that if the flesh is different, it will not affect its spirituality or personality. He was a fine adult until he was reincarnated. That's tremendous stress even when you just suddenly become a baby. I don't remember, but I couldn't even get up in the beginning, and the length of my hands and feet was completely different. I even feel frustrated all the time without doing any good at controlling my emotions. It is even suspicious whether the very flesh of this Puppet people, is identical to what we call man on earth in the first place. Whatever memories go with that new flesh, the spirit of personhood needs a twist. It's just a hypothesis, but here's the conclusion I've summed up.

- I'm dead and reincarnated as a baby.

· Memory and associated consciousness in doing so, or wisdom inherited

-I don't know the rationale for this part, but it would have been done by God, and there's no way I can tell from thinking about it, so I can put it on hold now. Note, I don't care why now, and it doesn't matter in this case

-But the spirit took time to match the new flesh.

-That period is about a year to a year and a half?

-It's just a guess, but that's about how long it'll be before the 90% squeeze ends. And then I take more time, and it feels like the sorting is taking place slowly.

-It is not known if the sorting has already been completed

-The mental age is somewhat closer to the physical age, but even the original personality doesn't completely disappear. 'Cause they just snuffed together. This is not a hopeful observation, because more mature words and deeds come naturally than the average person who can be considered from the age of 14, and besides, I don't remember the unnaturalness myself. The discomfort I feel these days is close to the fact that a person like me in my memory wouldn't do or say anything like this about a certain behavior.

· I don't know what percentage (though I can't tell you anything by the numbers) I still have my original personality, but at least my mental age right now would be considerably younger than mine in my previous life when I was 45. I don't think she would be as old as 14 as her physical age. I think it's a little bit more upstairs.

-It is unclear whether the lost personality is hidden or has completely disappeared. I can only guess from my memory, but I don't feel like it's gone.

I don't know if this is right. You won't even be able to judge if it's just the material as it is. You better assume that you are wrong somewhere or that you may have overlooked it because of the lack of ingredients. It's just a hard time remembering a strange part of my actions that has passed without much of a problem in the first place. I would have felt uncomfortable, and there must have been a lot of things I didn't remember. It would be more natural to think of more of them that way.

Maybe from the first year to about a year and a half until I was around twenty, and then it took me a few years to slowly get a little younger. But it wasn't enough to get to physical age. You stabilized a little bit above that? And then you grew a little bit? I don't know anything about that area, but I think this makes some sense. You didn't miss it, did you? Well, there's nothing I can do if I missed it.

The question is, what harm will this situation do? One is a misunderstanding or a sudden decision that my spirituality would cause when I was younger. This would be difficult to judge beyond the mental age I have now, even if I were cautious. Of course, careful thinking reduces mistakes, so be careful. You'll need to think about everything.

Next, there's the possibility that something I've judged in the past may be wrong, which could cause problems now or in the future. This is tough. I will have to wash out all the actions I have taken since I was reincarnated and doubt them. It takes a great deal of work to verify whether a proper decision could have been made. To put it to the extreme, we even need to verify the validity of the Zulu salary we paid this morning.

More importantly, I'm going to need to verify why I bought a combat slave, or even what I said was good in Zulu. More retroactively, it's the development of rubber products, whether you needed to leave the house in the first place, the validity of waking up the country, or if you count it, there's no kiri. For example, we know that cotton gunpowder can be made, so maybe we should just build a gun, or we need to think and verify it from now on until we develop a detonator tube.

Around this point, I'm not Takeo Kawasaki, I'm Alein Gried, so I guess I need to stick to ideas and values like Takeo Kawasaki? I thought that I was even about to abandon the cumbersome thought work. The one around here called Young Spirituality? In the first place, even the thought wrap recently became a pain in the ass and I stopped even making tabs in my head. I should have used to try to sort it out a little, easy to understand and think about it like a report to write down the main points. Someday they'll be in trouble.

Either way, there will be nothing more than touching the fold and thinking. But you can consider what happened here recently. First is the amount of Ralpha's magic, which is a big problem. The magic training should be made hasty. If it were me back in the day, I would have tried first to gain as much experience of magical special skills as I could, though pathetic towards Ralpha. I have to do this. Anyway, even though it's a holiday, it's also too sweet to make it completely free. It is naturally necessary to rest the tenacious spirit, but I don't mind spending time asleep.

Next is a new slave. I didn't put on any specific orders, although I have told Madame Ronslyle to keep a better combat slave. Think about it for a second. And then, if I recall, when I bought Zulu. I didn't even look up to a lot of female combat slaves then. It can also be said that women are inferior in power compared to men, so it was not a strange decision, but I don't remember checking their age and level. He was a good looking slave there. I know that as far as I'm concerned, I take care of slaves, so I can pick the most comfortable men I can, and even if I say it out of combat power, that's fine because men are above me first.

It's a sword arm like your sister-in-law and sister who are trained in the Knights when you're a slave. I didn't expect it from the beginning. Even Zulu, who was a squire, can use his sword, but he still stands out for his rough shredding movements. Mostly, if I were there, it wouldn't be the very amount I could buy. The knight's fall into slavery should mean he's been taken prisoner of war like Zulu, but can't pay the ransom. The ransom of a civilian knight costs more than 20 gold coins. The price of that level is set, and if there's such a dig, there's got to be something to say about a slaver in the first place. It's impossible not to say anything.

But if you're a slave, you can also use condoms... No, no, it's not a hobby to use your position to force you. Besides... you're embarrassed. If you're a commercial woman who takes a lot of customers, it's temporary to be ridiculed, and you're paying for it in the first place, so don't be ridiculous toward that face. But if you're my slave, you'll still hang out afterwards. I don't want them to know there's still one more piece of armor. If my stupid daughter finds out, she'll definitely make fun of me. Until I grew up more and peeled off and became the big man that something strained, slave to women, forbidden in the future.

It's a joke to say, but it's strange nonetheless. I have about enough self-control not to get my hands on my own slaves. There must be. I want to think there is. And then why the hell was I held in a male slave, Zulu, without even being sure then? Because it was starting to improve its fighting power, and that's certainly why. But there's no harm in checking it out, is there? Were you distracted by an adult woman because she was mentally young? Now? No. Oh, I hate to be misunderstood, so I'll tell you in advance, I'm not a sacred being, I'm a Martian. Martian. I'm a one-off man. Let me...... expect me from now on because I'm only 14 years old.

Whether you think about it or keep thinking about solving it, that's the only way. This isn't about mental age, is it? Let's go next, next. It's Bell's magic. She has quite a few MPs. So if you can use magic, it goes straight to the bottom of the battle. He's a good guard. For the past month or so, I have been training in magic, but my muscles are working hard on the bad stuff. It's rarer to be able to use it as soon as you start training, so let's let it work in the long run.

... It's time for a good time. I thought about it for hours without even having lunch. I don't have a problem with Zulu because when I gave him his salary, he already told me to like the holiday noon, but it became a long thought without even thinking about it. Let me tell you something about my magic training today when I eat dinner and my intention to bring all my new slaves together.

On my way to the restaurant I was waiting for, I stopped by the Lon Slyle store and placed an order. Either male or female, but around 20 if you can. Age. This would be reasonable because it doesn't even say you should be young. And then slaves from wartime prisoners, if possible. And I told him to let me try his arm before I bought it because I could use a wooden sword.

When I went to the diner, everyone had already gathered. Looking at the swallowing Ralpha, I thought I'd treat him with magic training starting tomorrow, and I spoke of my plans for the future.