The log cabin

'What is this?!'

Serie was quite surprised, but her hands moved quickly.

The various dishes on the table disappeared rapidly.

Rienta, who had witnessed all of this, smiled knowingly and tactfully offered her a cold drink.

Serie took the cold drink, took a big gulp, and then continued to dab at her chopsticks.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Rienta, feigning casualness, asked, "Lady Serie, I greatly admire your disciple Lady Flamme. Would you mind introducing him to me?"

She's dead.

"The day before yesterday, Flamme's disciple Frieren, delivered her suicide note."

Serie's movements did not stop, and her tone was calm.

It was as if they had talked about something trivial.

Upon hearing this, Rienta looked apologetic and said, "I'm sorry, Lady Serie, I didn't know about this."

Serie waved her hand, indicating that Rienta shouldn't worry about it, and continued to deal with the dishes in front of her.

Rienta glanced at Serie out of the corner of her eye.

His expression and the speed at which he ate were exactly the same as before.

But he always felt that Serie's eyes had changed.

During the third exam for First-Class Mage, Frieren talked about some things between her and Serie.

It also mentioned quite a bit about Flamme.

Flamme, known as the progenitor of human magic, actually loved the magic of the Flower field magic the most.

And his wish is that everyone can use magic.

This is completely contrary to Serie's long-held beliefs.

Frieren's constant clashes with Serie stemmed from their differing ideologies.

In fact, his ideas about magic are quite different from Serie's.

Rienta chuckled softly, stopped thinking about it, and began to concentrate on cooking.

He spent nearly two hours making lunch, while Serie cooked half of it all by herself in less than ten minutes.

If I keep letting my mind wander like this, I'll go hungry.

He wasn't worried about whether he could go back.

For him, the passage of time was meaningless.

The only thing to consider is whether the Rienta from the original time point will disappear now that I've arrived at this point in time.

After a hearty lunch, both Rienta and Serie were completely stuffed.

After using various household magic tricks to clean up the mess, the two sat comfortably and drank tea.

Although it's possible we can't go back, looking at it from another perspective, isn't it like having a vacation that lasts for a thousand years?

And... Serie is with him too.

Thinking about it this way, Rienta's lips curled up even more wide than AK's.

He then took out a handful of green dates from his [Personal Space] and placed them on the table.

He picked these while he was in the forest.

I don't know what breed this Rienta is, but it's big, plump, and tastes sweet and melts in your mouth.

As is widely known.

Humans typically have three stomachs.

Eating.

Beverages.

And fruits or desserts.

The green dates, after being washed and then chilled in an ice pile, had a layer of water droplets clinging to their surface.

One bite, and the crunch is crisp and pleasant.

A cool, sweet flavor fills the mouth.

Rienta and Serie, one on each, quickly devoured the handful of green dates.

Both of them tacitly avoided mentioning what had happened before.

Serie, carrying a cup of tea, slowly walked towards the Palace.

After sitting for a while, Rienta got up and walked towards the forest.

He plans to cut some timber to build a log cabin or something.

Inside the Palace.

While flipping through the Grimoire, Serie observed Rienta using [Detection Magic].

As I watched him walk into the forest, a sense of loss welled up inside me.

'It must be because I didn't have time to ask that guy for those interesting spells.'

'Hmm, it's definitely not because of the delicious food.'

Serie thought to herself, but after seeing what Rienta did next, she smiled slightly, stopped paying attention to Rienta, and focused on reading the Grimoire in her hand.

"It's a pity, he was a human with a short lifespan..."

One hour later.

A series of tinkling sounds came from outside Serie's Palace.

The noise was making it impossible for her to concentrate on her book. After sighing, she tossed the Grimoire aside and headed for the door.

Outside the Palace.

Thanks to various forms of magic and Telekinesis, Rienta's preparation speed is extremely fast.

In just one hour.

The materials used to build the wooden house were piled up into several small mountains.

There were also more than ten pieces of wood that had not yet been cut up.

Rienta is currently dealing with the bluestone.

Using Candle-Clasping Blade with [Cutting Magic], split the stone in two, then bury it in the ground with the smooth side facing up.

A very simple yet charming bluestone path was thus formed.

After a while, hundreds of stones of different shapes formed an irregular "Feng" on the ground.

Each of the narrow paths that extend outwards represents a room he had reserved.

Rienta dusted off her hands, looked around, and suddenly felt that something was missing.

After a moment's thought, he spread his left hand flat, clenched his right fist, and slammed it down in front of him.

"Oh, I understand!"

How can you build a house without a fence?

Once she understood, Rienta her hand, and her [Telekinesis] was applied to the uncut piece of wood beside her.

It was fixed in mid-air, and then cut into wooden strips 1.5 meters long, 2 centimeters wide, and 0.5 centimeters thick with sharp tips using Candle-Clasping Blade.

Not far away.

Serie stared blankly at the scene.

She could tell that Rienta was building a house, but that was all Rienta could tell.

For example, she couldn't see the purpose of the fence that Rienta was currently building.

Not to mention

Looking at the busy Rienta and the gradually taking shape wooden house, Serie suddenly felt that something was quite interesting.

Before we knew it, it was already evening.

The orange-red sunset shone on the two of them.

The overall structure of the wooden house is complete, Rienta is currently crafting the furniture.

Serie was getting a little tired of watching. She yawned, stretched, got up and moved around for a bit before walking over.

Rienta, who had been busy all afternoon, was now somewhat tired.

After assembling the bed using Telekinesis, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Serie walked over.

Rienta used magic to cleanse herself, pointed to the wooden house, looked at Serie, and asked with a smile:

"Lady Serie, how is it?"

Serie carefully examined the minimalist-style wooden house before her, lost in thought.

Rienta a pose while waiting for Serie's praise.

After a long while.

Serie finally spoke, but it wasn't the praise Rienta had imagined.

What should we eat tonight?

Rienta was silent for a moment, then replied weakly, "Pan-fried tofu, stir-fried beef, dry-fried green beans, steamed pork with rice flour, stir-fried bean sprouts, and rice and steamed buns as the staple food."

Having said that, Rienta, still unwilling to give up, asked again, "Lady Serie, my cabin..."

Before he could finish speaking, Serie interrupted him.

"Rienta, it's getting late, focus on cooking."

"As for the log cabin, well, it's very stylish."

So, guys, do you think it's better to write the two storylines interspersed like this, or to just finish one story at a time?

I will adjust the writing style based on everyone's suggestions.

For now, let's proceed with the interspersed approach.

Finally, as I always say, one more chapter for every 50 requests, with no upper limit!