A New Visitor
When crafting, your mind must be clear.
If stray thoughts creep in, they affect the delicate movements of your hands, leading to small mistakes.
That's why I focus solely on the knife in my right hand and the wooden block in my left, cutting mindlessly.
Slice. Shave. Carve.
It's simple work, but that's what makes it fun. Shaping something with my own hands is surprisingly enjoyable.
In just a few dozen minutes, I make five wooden plates, then try crafting chopsticks, spoons, ladles, and spatulas—things rarely made from wood.
Thanks to the skill granted by the god, everything comes together easily and precisely. They're high-quality enough to sell as products.
It's fun. Creating something from nothing is this fun.
Coming to this isekai was truly worth it—
"—Um, excuse me…?"
A voice comes from somewhere.
No, no. I need to stay focused. Hearing someone else's voice while crafting will make my work sloppy.
The donburi bowl I'm carving is coming along nicely. I can't afford a mistake now.
"Uh, hello…?"
"Sorry, I'm in the middle of something. Could you wait a moment?"
"Oh, y-yes!"
Alright, now I can focus.
…Wait. Hold on. Who was I just talking to?
It's just me here. Grey's out gathering mushrooms, and even if it returned, it wouldn't talk like that.
That voice was a woman's—not Grey's cute "Kyu!" but a light, bell-like, mature, and gentle voice.
More than anything, it was a familiar human voice.
"W-What!?"
Processing this, I let out a shocked cry and turn around.
There stands a woman wearing a plain white mask with no markings.
The mask hides her expression, but through the eye holes, beautiful sky-blue eyes gaze at me.
Her head is covered by a brown hood, but fine, straight blonde hair peeks out, shimmering.
Even without seeing her face, she feels beautiful.
Beneath her brown robe, a yellow-green outfit is visible, with shockingly little fabric.
Her chest is modest, with no cleavage, but her toned waist, navel, underarms, and thighs—exposed by a miniskirt—are all in plain view. (T/N: Author is a person of culture, not calling her flat directly)
This provocative yet stunning woman's sudden appearance leaves me speechless.
"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I thought no one lived here, but I happened to spot you while passing by, so I called out."
"Uh, h-hello…?"
Despite her revealing clothes, her speech and gestures are refined and elegant.
Her outfit, though exposing, somehow feels dignified, exuding sanctity or mysticism due to her beautifully toned physique rather than sensuality.
I can't help but be captivated by this mysterious beauty.
"By the way, I haven't seen you around here. Your voice is deep, and your build is sturdy. You're almost like… a man. A human man."
"Uh, well… as you said, I'm a human man…?"
"…A human, and a man…?"
The air grows still, and silence falls.
…Did I say something wrong? Maybe I accidentally offended her.
But as I think this, the woman steps back, eyeing me up and down, blinking rapidly in an obvious way.
"Uh, um…?"
"N-No, I mean, are you really a human man!? Why would someone like you be in a place like this!?"
She asks, sounding flustered yet excited.
But when asked why I'm here, I don't even know where "here" is. I woke up near this forest and have no clue about this place.
So, I can only offer an awkward smile.
"Uh, well… is this maybe a place I shouldn't be…?"
"N-No, that's not it… This is the 'Pure Magic Forest', part of the 'Land of Death' in the eastern territory of the Demon King's Army. It's a place with the densest magical energy in the world. Even races immune to magic would fall ill just breathing the air here."
"W-What?"
"For a human, who typically has no immunity to magic, stepping into this place would mean instant death with one breath. Someone like me, with high immunity, can live here without issue… but for a human to have immunity as high as mine is remarkable!"
Wait, wait, wait.
I didn't hear about this. I had no way of knowing, so I guess it's not my fault, but still.
Let's summarize.
This is the Pure Magic Forest, part of the Land of Death in the eastern territory of the Demon King's Army.
It's the place with the densest magical energy in the world, where even magic-immune races get sick from the air.
A human with no magic immunity would die instantly with one breath.
And I'm living here.
Hmm, I see. I see…
No, no, I don't see!
"…So, I must have some immunity to magic, right?"
"Hmm… As long as you're living here, you probably have immunity far above average."
"…Uh, is this place dangerous?"
"No, the magical energy is so dense that even magical beasts avoid it, so it's safe if you can stay here. But outside the forest, there are tons of dangerous beasts that can destroy entire villages or towns single-handedly."
"H-Huh…"
I'm not sure I wanted to hear that.
I thought I was living in a remote forest far from civilization, but the truth is the exact opposite.
I'm in an extremely dangerous area within the territory of an ostentatious group called the Demon King's Army, in an even more dangerous spot.
The chills I feel must be my human instincts screaming.
"More importantly, are you really human? You seem fine living here, and above all…"
"Above all?"
"It's strange that you're fine in my presence."
That sounds a bit cryptic.
I don't quite get it. It's as if something should happen to me just by being near her.
But my body's fine—perfectly healthy. No abnormalities, no changes in condition.
If anything, being around her makes me feel…
"You may be masked, but you seem like a really beautiful person. Plus, it's been a while since I could communicate with someone through conversation, so I'm kind of happy."
Yes, I feel joy meeting her.
It's not that I'm dissatisfied with Grey—I owe it more than I can repay.
But being able to communicate through words is truly delightful.
In my previous life, depression made normal conversation impossible, so talking with someone like this feels a little joyful.
But unlike me, the masked woman lowers her face slightly, gripping and releasing her robe. Did I say something offensive?
"M-Me, beautiful…? Hehe, no man has ever said that to me, so even if it's a joke, I'm happy."
I worried I'd upset her, but she lets out a soft, slightly high-pitched laugh.
So, she's not angry.
"No, no, it's not a joke. I really mean it."
"Hehe, I'll take it as a compliment. By the way, what are you doing here?"
For some reason, she brushes it off as flattery.
Why is her self-esteem so low?
But I shouldn't pry—it might be a sensitive topic.
Better to leave it alone.
"Uh… I guess I'm just living here because I had nowhere else to go. By the way, what's your name?"
"Eh, m-my name…?"
"Yeah. Calling you 'miss' feels too formal. Since we've met like this, I'd love to know your name. I'm Yukiya Tojo. Nice to meet you. Feel free to call me Yukiya."
"Oh, uh, Yukiya-sama. Nice to meet you."
I give a slight bow, and the masked woman returns it, looking a bit surprised.
Her gestures are so graceful I can't help but stare. There's something captivating about her.
"Now it's my turn. I'm Aasia Lulu Filmera. You can call me whatever you like, Yukiya-sama."
Aasia Lulu Filmera… That's a long name.
As expected of an isekai, names aren't Japanese but foreign-sounding.
Her face is hidden, but she definitely feels like a "Filmera." A beautiful appearance with a beautiful name—beautiful things deserve beautiful names.
"Then… Filmera-san, is that okay? It's a lovely name."
"! T-Thank you. Hehe, it's the first time someone's complimented my name."
Filmera-san laughs elegantly.
Her face under the mask must be beautiful too.
But wearing a mask suggests she has reasons for hiding her face.
Maybe she's self-conscious about her appearance, or it's religious… I don't know.
I shouldn't try to peek under her mask.
"Kyu!"
Just as we finish introductions, a familiar voice comes from behind.
Turning, I see Grey dragging a bundle of white threads.
"G-G-G-Grey!?"
Seeing Grey, Filmera-san collapses onto her rear in a panic.
Is she afraid of spiders? But why does she know Grey's name?
I haven't mentioned Grey's name yet… Well, maybe it's not worth worrying about.
"Welcome back, Grey. Find any good mushrooms?"
"Kyu!"
Raising a leg as if saying, "Yup!" Grey nods confidently.
Meanwhile, Filmera-san's visible eyes are wide, staring at me and Grey.
"Uh, w-what is that creature…?"
"Oh, I saved it when it was starving, and it got attached. It's recent, but we've been living together since."
"I-I see… And, uh, the name Grey…?"
"Haha, I'm embarrassed to admit I lack naming sense… So, I went with something straightforward like Grey."
Gray fur. Grey fur. So, Grey. It's simple, but I'm fond of it now.
But Filmera-san seems scared of spiders, acting a bit frightened. I should keep Grey at a distance.
While doing this, the sun has risen high in the sky.
It's probably around noon.
"Hey, Filmera-san. I'm about to cook. Would you like to join us?"
"Eh, i-is that okay?"
"Yeah. I'm not confident in my cooking, but if you're up for it, please join."
Food tastes better with Grey than alone.
So, eating with someone as beautiful as Filmera-san will surely make it even tastier.
"Then, may I take you up on your offer?"
"Of course. I'll start preparing now."
I place the irori nabe on the stone pile and get to cooking.
This time, I have the mushrooms Grey gathered.
Let's see what kind of dish I can make. Time to put my skills to work.
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