Let’s play Minecraft in a world of Swords and Spells - Volume 4 Chapter 3: Barella Whose Common Sense Has Gone Haywire

Volume 4 Chapter 3: Barella Whose Common Sense Has Gone Haywire

Let’s play Minecraft in a world of Swords and Spells by Zaztra_Vandesh

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(Barella / Aurevia Bratio Ilf)

The rosy glow of the sky gradually faded away as the sun moved down into the ground, the sky that was once light red turning into bright red, then deepening into a dark red, until only a flickering firelight remained in the darkness as the night began.

Somewhere on the grassland, in the late night, we set up a camp after making sure there are no dangerous animals in the surrounding area.

It was not my first time camping in the wilderness, but it’s the first time for me to camp together with Walson. We hadn't stopped for the past few days of traveling,

The reason for us not stopping was because we were in a hurry. That idiotic Walson said he was bored when it’s at night, so he took the turn to drive the wheel at night while we were resting.

The [Dog House] that Walson made turns out can actually move independently without being drawn by animals, since it’s Walson who made it, there must be some miraclous magical mechanism behind it.

Seeing this, I think Walson's decision to have Rifle pull the cart is just a way to let Rifle exercise his muscle.

In the past, I always gave up on understanding the principles of how Walson-made items work, but after staying by Walson's side for a long time, I occasionally feel curious about it, and lately, I've started to develop some interest.

I wonder about whatever Walson would teach me about how his items were made, but… I wonder, about whatever he thinks of me as a friend or still considers me as an outsider.

... Although it brings joy to finally have a sense of belonging with Walson by traveling with him, it would be even better if we could be partners instead...

"Hey, Lazy Barella! What are you daydreaming about? Come and help me instead if you have nothing to do!" Walson's voice pulled me back to reality.

That not-so-handsome, somewhat short, nine years younger-than-me boy... but he saved me from my misery and became the boy that I long to spend the rest of my life with.

Come to think of it, wasn’t there a legend about a divine being descending to the mortal world, initially unaware of their own true identity?

When I see the things he creates, sometimes I can't help but think, Walson, maybe you are a god, the god of creation...

"Lazy Barella!?" Although I always show an annoyed face when he call me like that, I'm actually always happy whenever he talks to me in this teasing tone...

But... What in the god name is that nickname, what even is Lazy Barella!?

After the original Barella, now there's a new variant!

"Should I call you Slow Barella instead?"

"That's too much isn’t it!?"

Every time... it always turns into this kind of banter... but, actually, it's not bad at all, I don't mind it at all.

I walked over to Walson, who was busy at the counter in the [Dog House] and noticed that it was piled with ingredients and... lots and lots of [Milk].

"Barella, truth to be told, sometimes I wonder if the food that has been Elvenised would taste much better than the one that is not, and today, I'm going to test that theory.”...

...

Walson, only someone like you would be strong enough to talk about having an elf use their [Elveniation] to such useless items such as food as if it’s as easy as breathing.

Anway.

"That's a coincidence! I've actually been curious about it as well!" I said with a smile, even though I hadn't thought about it before. However, I remembered reading in a book that guys tend to prefer girls who share their interest.

"Let's try it slowly now, eating it piece by piece, starting with an Elvenisation."