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After completely cutting off our retreat, Erza gave us three pieces of equipment. One was a gift and two were on loan.

The loaned items were heirlooms of the Bartham family. One is the well-known "infinite storage. The other is the Mirror of a Thousand Miles. It is like a telescope, and when you pass through it with magic power, you can see distant scenery according to the amount of magic power you have, and with my magic power, I can see as far as a thousand miles away.

And the gift was a black robe with a hood. It seems to have been made from the tanned skin of a corsharolet I had hunted some time before. It\'s a very thin material, but it\'s quite resistant to blades and magic. Lady Elsa had it made for me to celebrate my coming of age at twelve. I will probably never use it because of my warding, but I am grateful for her concern for a mere slave. It is a gem that Master Elsa gave me from her own hands. I will take good care of it.

By the way... I tried to look into the Mirror of a Thousand Leagues. I aimed at the house on the other side of the lake and put my magic power into it, and luckily I found the scene where the servants were meeting each other. Great chance! I tried to put more magic into it, but it seemed I overdid it. I saw a pink caterpillar-like object, and then I saw a scene of similar objects colliding and crushing each other. It is a secret story that I screamed.

I will not return until the golden bird is hunted. During the hunt, I had to spend a lot of M! I have decided to unbind the house, Lady Elsa, the Marquis of Bartham, and the Dauphin. Since that would be too dangerous, I was told that until my return, Elsa and my master would enter the palace and stay in the office of the Marquis de Berthaume. Eryl, of course, was on guard duty at the palace.

After leaving the mansion, I first went to the north gate of the palace. I was able to get a good view of the forest of Lunois from the top of the ramparts by the soldiers at the gate.

I carefully detect the magic power toward the forest. The golden birds are low in magic power, but they act in flocks, so there must be a small concentration of magic power. With this in mind, I search for the golden bird and find it. We crossed the river that runs in front of the castle wall, and went about 20 km to the northeast. There is a mass of magical power at the foot of the Lunois Mountains. We thought it might be a settlement of goblins or orcs, but it seems to be of a different quality from their magic. I guessed that this was probably the place, and I climbed down the wall and entered the forest of Lunois.

As soon as I enter the forest, I detect the presence of a person. It\'s Eril. He\'s following me.

I think about winding him up, but I decide to wait for him to come back.

Are you sure you\'re okay to leave the house unguarded?

"I\'ll be fine. The maids are good at what they do, you know? First of all, nothing will happen to the house.

"Are you sure?"

"Ara, before you came, the maids used to guard your aunt in armor, remember? So you\'ll be fine. More importantly, the goldfinch! Hunt more and we\'ll eat them too!"

I knew it... We have no choice but to take Eril with us.

It turned out to be a great success. After all, as soon as the demons appear, they slay them without question. His deadly and intimidating presence made the demons avoid contact with him. He seems to be getting much stronger.

M! is needed to be conserved, the use of warding is also minimal. However, we did not make use of the warding at all.

We spend the night in the forest, and in the morning we continue walking carefully for a few hours. Finally, we reached a small concentration of magical energy that seemed to be a flock of goldfinches. All that remained was to confirm the appearance of the goldfinches.

We are told that they are very wary birds, so we watch the flock from a distance, just to be on the safe side. I climb up a tree with Eril and look through the mirror.

There they are! Dozens of birds with golden beaks and feathers are regrouping among the trees. But the area is huge. If we confine them within the wards, other demons may get caught up in them. Now, what to do...

While I am pondering, a golden bird flies toward me. It seems to be looking for food. He is looking carefully into the forest.

A golden bird! Let\'s catch them quickly! Llinos will drop them with his wind magic and I\'ll put a stop to them underneath."

"Please be quiet. If you do that, the flock will notice.

Eril\'s cheeks puffed out in a pout. Oh, he\'s kind of cute.

The golden bird approaches without noticing us. While they are distracted by the bait, we quickly set up a ward against the goldfinch. We don\'t want the bird to collide with our warding and die when it makes its retreat, so we make the warding so that it fits the bird\'s shape perfectly. Then, we make the warding thicker so that the bird\'s chirps do not leak out. We climb down from the tree and pull the golden bird to our side.

The golden bird struggles to escape. But he can\'t move, so there is nothing we can do about it. Little by little, I make the barrier thinner and thinner. Then I begin to hear the cries of the goldfinch.

"Keeeeeeeee! Kieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Kiki-ki-kee-kee!"

Apparently, they are warning their friends about the danger. It\'s not good if the herd hears this. I climb the tree again and watch the herd. So far, there is no change in the herd. It seems that they do not know that their friends have been captured yet.

"Hey, what are you going to do with this bird? Do you want to eat it first? Or do you want to let this bird lead you to the flock?"

"No, we can\'t go after them if they run away. I have an idea.

Explore the magic of the golden bird. It is different from the magical power it wore when it was flying earlier. It seems that it transmits information to its companions by changing the quality of its magical power. If so, if we tell our companions that this is a good place, a wonderful place, our fellow goldfinches will gather here, won\'t they? With this in mind, I rearrange the inside of the wards to make it a comfortable space for the goldfinches.

I tried every possible pattern for three hours, changing the temperature, smells, brightness, sounds, and various other environmental conditions. Finally, the golden bird\'s song has changed.

Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Piririririririri."

Okay, he\'s very relaxed. Well, maybe too relaxed. Anyway, we know what the golden bird likes. Now we just have to see if his friends will hear his voice and come flying.

"Miss, I\'m calling a flock of goldfinches. If any other demons come, repel them until I say so. Please?"

Eryl looks at the golden bird, stunned. He seems shocked to see the goldfinch, eyes glazed over, drooling in its beak as it continues to chirp in its enclosure. After a while, Eryl notices my gaze, and puts his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to fight. I make the golden bird\'s wards thinner and adjust them so that its cry echoes in the distance.

The goldfinches within the boundaries continue to chirp for a few minutes. Finally, a part of the flock moves. It is probably a scouting party. Several birds fly toward us. And they land near the goldfinch that keeps singing. At that moment, I quickly trap them in my wards and create the same environment as the singing birds. After a while, these goldfinches also

Pee-yo-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro-ro . Piririririririri."

began to chirp. It was quite loud because there were so many of them. After a while, I could feel the majority of the herd moving toward us. We were very busy. We repeatedly tried to create an environment by trapping them in wards one after the other. Once you know what kind of wards you are going to make, it is easy to visualize. It\'s almost like a process. The golden bird does not think that its mate is trapped, and while it observes its mate, who continues to chirp pleasantly, it finds itself trapped as well. In the blink of an eye, I have captured several hundred goldfinches.

I let about a hundred of them go, because I knew that to annihilate the whole flock would result in the extinction of the species. The golden bird woke up from its dream and was really gone in an instant. It glittered and disappeared in an instant. It was such a splendid escape.

Eryl immediately began to taste the golden bird he had captured. He decapitated it, drained its blood, and plucked its feathers. In a matter of minutes, he had it done and was urging me to make a whole roast. I do as he tells me and make a whole roasted golden bird. There are no seasonings, but when I try it, it tastes really good. The juicy, rich flavor filled my mouth and I could eat as much as I wanted. Eryl and I devoured dozens of golden birds in the blink of an eye, amidst the chirping of the golden birds. Some of them even had gold in their beaks, and we were very grateful for the gold we got.

Although I had trapped a large number of goldfinches in the ward, even my "infinite storage" could not hold the creatures, so I could not use them this time. I had to carry hundreds of goldfinches. They are noisy, so I put them to sleep. In the meantime Erryl had gone back to the house and had made up a wagon to bring all the goldfinches back to the house. Although he has a special skill of never forgetting the path he once took, I really admired him for completing the transportation in only 8 hours, despite the bad conditions of riding a horse with a cart through the forest to and from the house.

Hundreds of birds were brought to the house of Bartham and the royal palace, and I had to struggle to take care of the golden birds until the banquet.

Naturally, the banquet was a great success, and His Royal Highness the Dauphin and the Marquis of Batharm succeeded in enhancing their authority to a great extent.

Incidentally, half of the gold found during the cooking of the golden fowl in the palace was given to the House of Batharm. And Lady Elsa gave all of it to me without hesitation. The number is 112. I became a very rich man in spite of being a 12-year-old slave.