Three days have passed since then.
As of yesterday, I am growing garlic.
Hm? Why garlic, you ask?
—Because my body cannot keep up.
Long story short: rabbits are inexhaustible.
The goodnight and good-morning kisses are adorable… everything in between is demonic.
Look, garlic isn’t going to actually solve this problem, but placebo-tier support is still support.
On another note, I’m getting the hang of Seed Creation.
I figured it out through the carrots — you can customize. Less sweetness, more fiber, extra crunch, that kind of thing.
There’s a lady in the house, so I made the garlic a low-odor variety. Consideration.
Anyway, tonight’s dinner was going to be boar meat stir-fried with carrots and bean sprouts, except…
The salt and pepper has finally run out.
As for yakiniku sauce — that died back in the snake-eating era, before Sonya even arrived.
And food with zero seasoning is… just too bleak. It’s barely food.
Here’s the thing: the boars the palm-top rabbits bring back are ridiculously good meat.
We’re talking a level where name-brand pork isn’t even in the conversation.
Which makes the no-seasoning situation extra heartbreaking.
Man, this meat with yakiniku sauce would be incredible…
Ah. Just thinking about it, the drool is flowing.
Surveying the storehouse’s ingredients, I sighed. What to do…
”…If only I could order seasonings from Japan…”
[Skill: Interdimensional Logistics Level 10, activated.]
“THAT WORKS TOO?!”
Every single one of these mojibake skills is a cheat, I swear.
With a mysterious flash of light, a Shinto altar and an offering box materialized in my storehouse.
“What is this? And why is it Japanese-style…?”
『I am the god of harvests — the deity of crop cultivation.』
A voice echoed inside my head.
“Eh…?”
『Having mastered agriculture, you are now able to converse with me. Call it fate. I shall make your farming life all the more — bountiful.』
Amazing.
I genuinely do not understand anything.
Why does a logistics skill summon a harvest god?
『A natural question.』
He read my mind? Guess “god” isn’t just a job title.
『But understand: for a god, the cultivation of supreme-quality crops is, by itself, profitable. It follows that I want your life here to prosper. It would trouble me greatly if you quit farming.』
I don’t fully get it, but apparently my vegetables are that big a deal.
“Anyway — I want seasonings.”
『Mm. Insofar as it serves the delicious consumption of crops, that falls within my jurisdiction. Ordering from your former world is permitted.』
Whoa. Interdimensional Logistics really is a cheat skill.
“So how do I actually place an order?”
『One moment… HMPH!』
…You know those gift catalogs you get at wedding receptions?
One just appeared in front of me.
『Open it.』
I opened the catalog.
Found the seasonings section. Located yakiniku sauce.
—Price: 278 yen, it says.
“YOU’RE CHARGING ME?!”
『That is what the offering box is for. Farmers who venerate the harvest god grow… fewer by the year. I am strapped for cash.』
“Wow. Even gods have it rough.”
Looking closer, the bottom-right corner of the catalog’s cover has a digital display: Balance: ¥0.
『Toss this world’s currency into the offering box and I shall convert it to Japanese yen automatically.』
Except I don’t have any money.
Wondering what to do, I headed for the cabin.
“Sonya? Do you have money?”
I called out to Sonya, who was lounging inside.
For the record, she fundamentally does not work. Her style is to delegate ALL labor to the palm-top rabbits. Truly, a queen among queens.
“Yes…? We don’t have a culture of trade or commerce, but… I do have several bags of gold coins stripped from human adventurers’ corpses. They sparkle and they’re veeery pretty~♪”
Sonya dug a large bag out of her luggage and handed it over.
Inside: a dense mass of easily a hundred-plus gold coins, heavy enough that holding it took real effort.
“Fufu. I’ll settle for one carrot.”
“Your sense of money is truly a thing of wonder.”
Well, to forest rabbits, gold coins are probably genuinely worthless.
Back in the storehouse, I took out one gold coin and tossed it into the offering box.
Naturally, I didn’t forget to clap my hands together and bow.
Then I checked the catalog’s digital display: Balance: ¥1.
“IS THIS NOT ROBBERY?!”
I don’t know the exchange rate, but a gold coin has to be worth tens of thousands of yen, right?!
『It is intended behavior.』
“‘Intended behavior’ isn’t an answer…!”
『I told you already — I am strapped for cash. The god of commerce, the god of safe childbirth — I envy those bastards SO much!』
Fair — those guys have ten-thousand-yen bills raining into their offering boxes from prayer fees alone.
“Still, isn’t this a LITTLE excessive?”
『I finally found myself a sucker — what am I supposed to do, NOT fleece him?!』
“I’M THE SUCKER?!”
『I dressed it up in plausible-sounding reasoning, but my true motive is offering money.』
“At least TRY to sugarcoat it!”
So this god is a money-grubber. Noted.
Well, whatever — importing seasonings is a divine skill worth its weight in gold.
The pricing is highway robbery by modern-Japan standards, but considering the utility, it’s probably fair market value for another world.
『I look forward to our long partnership.』
“Yeah, yeah. Understood.”
For now, I deposited 325 gold coins — purchased from Sonya for one (1) carrot — bringing my balance to ¥325.
And thus—
“THE YAKINIKU SAUCE OF MY DREAMS IS MIIIINE!”
For the record, the delivery method was: smoke suddenly billowing up in front of me… and when it cleared, there stood the yakiniku sauce.