“When Sylphie was little, her palm accidentally touched a red-hot branding iron, so she’s terrified of fire.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is.”
I wondered why she was standing so far away while we were firing the glass; it turns out she has psychological trauma.
“I’m sorry, Luna, I wasn’t any help at all.”
“It’s okay.
Sylphie, could you help me hold the book?”
“Yeah, no problem.”
I need references to make models, and besides, to sell them for a high price, they must be crafted exquisitely.
But the problem is, there are very few books with pictures at home.
Rudy’s ‘Plant Encyclopedia’ has pictures, but plants made of glass certainly won’t sell for a high price.
Fortunately, there are two other books with illustrations for reference.
One is a famous fairy tale, Perturabo…
no, it’s ‘Perugius and the Twelve Familiars.’ But in this children’s book, the drawings of the Turtle King and the familiars are too childish and not serious enough.
Luckily, the last book I took from Zenith is very valuable for reference—it’s basically the Bible of this world, the Millis Church’s ‘Book of Atmos.’
This is Zenith’s treasure.
When I was little, she would read it to me whenever she had time, seemingly wanting to develop me into a Millishion believer.
I still agree with the tenets of the Millis Church; it’s nothing more than a story of theories constructed by a group of idealists and their practice of them.
But in reality, what the Millis Church is specifically like remains unknown.
It might be similar to medieval Christianity, a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites.
I’m getting sidetracked.
Anyway, the handmade glass crafts will be based on these Millishion images, such as the statue of Saint Millis and the Millis Church emblem.
I’ll make them all out of glass and then have Paul sell them in Roa.
I’m sure those nobles who are devout Millishion believers will pay a high price for them.
Fortunately, this body has very nimble fingers, and coupled with my hobby of making glass products for a while in my previous life, I have some experience.
So after a busy day, I still managed to finish several pieces.
In any case, with Rudy acting as a human blowtorch, I don’t have to worry about firepower or temperature issues.
I don’t know how he practiced, but his mana capacity is so high, it’s as if it never runs dry.
I’m not like that.
My mana capacity is at most a bit higher than Roxy’s, and I’m even inferior to Sylphie.
Heating for making this kind of glass craft would require at least a very good wand to save mana for me to be able to do it.
“Wow!
It’s so beautiful!”
Sylphie carefully held up a finished product; it was a glass model of our family’s Calvajo, Paul’s beloved horse.
Counting them up, there were about six finished models, averaging one per hour.
I’m really incredibly rusty; it used to take me at most forty minutes per piece.
Looking up, I found that the sun was already setting, and the sky was growing dark.
“Let’s go, let’s head home.
I’m hungry.”
Rudy padded the glass products with straw and carefully brought them home.
He whispered some more secrets to Sylphie, and finally, they parted under her reluctant gaze.
After spending so much time together, I feel like Sylphie is becoming more and more attached to Rudy, as if she couldn’t live without him.
She is also completely obedient to Rudy’s words.
Fortunately, Rudy doesn’t have any ill intent; he’s a kind person, and aside from being a bit lecherous and cowardly, he doesn’t have any major flaws.
“Dad, Rudy and I made these.
Find some time to take them to Roa and sell them.”
Paul, Zenith, and Lilia stared dumbfoundedly at the glass crafts placed on the table.
Each glass statue was lifelike.
Some had iron and copper added to them, giving them a red and green colored appearance.
“You…
you guys made these?” Paul picked one up and examined it repeatedly, somewhat incredulous.
“That’s right, Father.
Luna and I produced them according to the crafting methods Master Roxy taught us.
I heard Master Roxy discovered this method while exploring a dungeon.”
Clearly, Rudy’s explanation was more convincing to Paul and the others.
Anyway, whenever they encountered something they couldn’t understand, pushing it onto Roxy would settle it.
After all, Paul couldn’t find Roxy anyway.
“Rudy, Luna, thank you, but for me to take things you made and sell them…”
Paul still couldn’t let go of his pride.
“Ahem, just consider this as me selling them to Dad.
Dad can just trade that fake magic item with me for them.”
Paul was still hesitating, but Lilia and Zenith each gave him a kick.
Only then did he somewhat reluctantly cast aside his adult pride and ‘humiliatingly’ take his son’s and daughter’s works to Roa City to sell.
“Luna, hurry and put this necklace on.
You should have a piece of jewelry by now.”
Zenith smilingly put that fake magic item around my neck.
It looked quite good.
“Oh!
It really suits you!”
I checked the mirror; it indeed looked very nice.
Even if it’s not a magic item and is a fake, it’s still fine as a necklace.
In the evening, Rudy found me and knelt down with a ‘pa’ sound, in a full prostrate kowtow position.
“Please, Luna, make me another one!”
I feel like I’ve seen this scene somewhere before?
It’s just that the roles are reversed now.
“Is it one in the likeness of Sylphie?”
“…” Rudy scratched his cheek embarrassedly.
So it’s to pursue a girlfriend.
Though it seems Sylphie is already head over heels for him without him even trying.
Imagine, a little girl with green hair who was discriminated against by others and bullied all day—if she was suddenly saved by someone one day, she would definitely fall in love with her savior unconditionally.
Rudy is Sylphie’s Prince Charming.
And not only that, the whole family also really likes Sylphie, this cute girl.
Zenith already regards Sylphie as her future daughter-in-law.
“Sigh~ alright.
But tomorrow you still have to help me provide the raw materials and temperature.”
I gave a helpless sigh and agreed to Rudy’s request.
After all, sometimes I’ll have things to ask of him too.
“No problem!
Leave everything to me!”
“By the way, next time use Earth Magic to make me a transformable Getter Robo.”
“That kind of thing is impossible, okay?
Even the original author didn’t know the transformation principles.”
“Fine, then make a one-to-one hundred scale Nu Gundam.”
“I can do that, but you have to provide me with a concept drawing.
My memory of the Nu Gundam is a bit fuzzy now.”
…
“Rudy, Luna, what do we need to do today?”
Early in the morning, Sylphie was full of energy and looking forward to her work.
This would make her feel valued and needed, calming her uneasy heart a lot.
“Sylphie doesn’t need to do anything, just stand still.”
“Eh?
Just like that?”
“Yeah, just like that.”
Sylphie stood in place fidgeting, looking a bit restless.
An hour later, Sylphie’s glass statue was complete.
It was about palm-sized, roughly a one-sixteenth scale.
“Take it, Sylphie.
Rudy asked me to make this for you.”
I turned to look at Rudy; this kid was actually getting shy at a time like this.
Sylphie’s large red eyes went wide, and she stared unblinkingly at the glass statue in her hands, tears of joy slowly filling her eyes.
“Thank you, Luna, and Rudy too.
I’ll treasure it.”
“By the way, don’t show it to anyone except your parents.
This kind of thing is very precious.
If others see it, it’s very likely to be stolen.”
“Mm!”
Ignoring Sylphie, who was playing with the glass statue on the side, there were still plenty of materials left.
I had Rudy help me make a few more, mostly animal shapes, as well as the Millis holy icon that Zenith was longing for.
“Luna…” Sylphie came to my side with a red face, hesitating to speak.
“What’s wrong, Sylphie?”
“Um, that, could you help me make one of Rudy?”
Sylphie spoke to me in a small voice, her eyes stealing glances at Rudeus from time to time.
I was being fed dog food while also having to serve them.
Although it was a bit uncomfortable, I still made one for Sylphie.
“Thank you, Luna!” This child has now completely accepted me as a good friend; she used to have a bit of a guarded mentality towards me.
Watching her and Rudy being all lovey-dovey, I really wonder when I’ll be able to find someone I like, and who in this world can accept this kind of orientation.
“Mama, this is for you.” I gave the glass statue of Saint Millis to Zenith.
Yesterday she couldn’t bear to put down the Millis statue that was meant to be sold.
Clearly, she really wanted it, but that was an item to be traded for next month’s living expenses, so she couldn’t keep it just because of her own preference.
So to make up for her regret, I made another one for her.
This Saint Millis statue was even more exquisite than the last one, more crystal clear, appearing very holy.
Zenith was very excited when she saw it and immediately gave me a big kiss.
“Luna-chan really is Mama’s good little treasure!”
“This is for Lilia.” I took out another glass statue in the shape of an animal.
“There’s even one for someone like me?”
Lilia was a bit surprised, but then she smiled with relief.
“These are all made to amuse my little sisters in the future.”
“Miss Luna, you are always so gentle.”
Lilia rubbed my head, then exchanged a smile with Zenith.
They probably felt very proud to have such a cute and sensible little girl like me.
I had originally planned to make a spare pair of glasses for Lilia, but I didn’t know how to grind them, so I gave up on that.
Of course, I also prepared something for Paul, but he went to Roa today and won’t be back until tomorrow at the earliest.
“Luna, I’ll teach you how to cook today.
This is a mandatory course for a bride, you know.”
Zenith was so happy that she wanted to pass on her exquisite culinary skills to me.
I admit her cooking is indeed delicious, even a step above Lilia’s.
However, I find it a bit hard to accept her calling it ‘bridal training’; after all, I plan on finding a girl to live with in the future.
But in order not to spoil Zenith’s mood, I still pretended to be happy and cooked with her.
“Wow!
The food Luna-chan made is so delicious.
Lilia, you have a taste too.”
“Yes, Miss Luna’s cooking is very delicious.”
Zenith made a big fuss as she and Lilia tasted a plate of freshly cooked food; both of them gave high praise to the dishes I made.
But what I wanted to say was that it was just some stir-fry, something I often made at home in my previous life.
However, Zenith and the others rarely ate stir-fry in their daily lives.
Usually, the eating habit of this household is to eat stews paired with relatively soft white bread—actual white bread; Sylphiette’s family can only eat jerky and black bread.
One can see the difference between our family and others just through our diet.
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