Volume 5 Chapter 6 A Warm Meal In A Wooden Single-Story House
People build roofs to stay dry when it rains.
But building a roof isn't easy.
Especially when it's raining hard, making something useful is tough.
You need good carpentry skills, tools, and materials.
Once you gather those, you can finally build a house.
Heavy rain keeps falling, and strong winds blow.
There aren't many monsters or traps.
The forest has edible plants, but it's tiring to be out there.
Can you build a house that can handle such weather?
Now, a small house stands alone in the prairie.
The storm has calmed down above it.
"Yawn... Even though it rained so much, it cleared up after we made a 'weather-stabilized' 'magic base,' huh."
Deus is lying on the roof of the wooden house, yawning.
He looks relaxed in the warm sunlight.
"Hey, Deus──. The hamburg steak is ready."
"Oh!"
Jumping off the roof, he goes straight inside.
It's a simple one-room house with a magic tool along the wall, but everything else looks normal.
On the table are white rice, miso soup, and a hamburger steak with lots of cheese.
"Looks delicious!"
"Wash your hands first."
"Got it!"
Deus washes his hands, humming, then sits down.
"Thanks for the food!"
He smiles and puts his hands together.
He picks up his chopsticks and starts eating with a munching sound.
"Delicious!"
"Of course."
Deus eats happily, looking satisfied, while Horace just nods.
"...Let me ask, what happens to the food in your body after you eat?"
"In this human body, there's a magic converter in the stomach. It handles it!"
"Such a thing exists?"
"I can make it myself. I've been scanning the master's brain for years. Making magic tools is easy for me."
"I see... so that's how it is."
While wearing Deus, he constantly reads Horace's brain and works based on his combat power.
Since it's Horace, his brain must be modified too. Even without wearing Deus, they can communicate to some extent.
So, Deus probably knows a lot about Horace's thoughts and instincts.
But when Horace uses Deus, he boosts him with a small 'Cube.'
Deus can't interrupt that, and without Horace, his performance is limited.
Still, he's better than most technicians.
"Yum, yum!"
Deus munches away eagerly.
"You eat so happily."
"I can read the master's brainwaves and analyze the taste, but it's different from actually eating! More please!"
Deus hands over an empty rice bowl.
Horace takes it, refills it, and hands it back.
"...What's different from normal humans is that you can talk while eating."
"Well, I don't use vocal cords to speak."
Deus eats rice, drinks miso soup, and bites into the hamburger while still talking.
He looks like a 5-year-old, but he's a golem.
His body is different from a human's.
"Yum, yum... More please!"
"...More is fine, but it all breaks down in the stomach. So, you can eat almost infinitely, right? I remember a big magic storage system inside you."
Horace serves more rice, looking thoughtful.
There's plenty of food, so no worries there.
"I can eat a lot, but after a certain point, I feel full. I learned that from the master's brain. So I also get full."
Deus explains with a smile while eating.
Even as a golem, he knows what it means to be full.
"Also, the rice the master made is really good. Where did you get it?"
"I made it myself."
"Eh?"
"During the ten years in the royal capital, there were times with too many refugees and not enough food. I sent agricultural golems to a remote island to grow it. I also improved the seeds."
"Oh... so, Master could feed everyone in the world without them working?"
"I haven't calculated that."
"Yeah, that's right..."
It seems possible and scary. That's what Deus thought.
And he realized the scariness of that idea.
"Very, very... phew! Thank you for the meal!"
"My humble servant."
Deus puts his hands together, smiling, and Horace nods.
Deus feels full but lets out a big yawn.
"Hoo... um. I'm going to sleep a little."
"Just sleeping normally, huh?"
"It's not sleep mode. It's close to human sleep. Hoo..."
He looks like a young boy, but is it his ego that makes him sleep?
Deus heads to the bed, dazed. When Horace stands up, he quickly prepares the futon, coverlet, and pillow.
"Thank you, Master. N~..."
Rubbing his eyes, he burrows into the futon.
"ZZZ..."
And just like that, he's soundly asleep, wrapped up snugly.
"...Good night. Deus."
After Horace finishes washing the dishes, he goes to the weather magic tool and operates it quietly.
Horace looks like a late teenager but is actually 27. Deus is a golem who looks like a 5-year-old.
It's a bit messy, but... somehow, they look like a family.
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