The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

66 The bell signaling the end sounds clear, but it sounds unpleasant to a god

About four months had passed since the pillaging of the farming villages, and it was now well into summer. It was a season where the air conditioning of Demon Lights that absorbed heat from their surroundings was absolutely essential.

Vandalieu, having now turned six years old, was spending his time busily in Talosheim. Establishing systems for agriculture and textile production was a great deal of work.

First, the crops that he had stolen along with their entire fields were growing well... too well. Since the climate would change greatly from crossing the mountain range, he had first planned to use death-attribute magic to prevent the crops from dying while performing selective breeding.

However, the crops quickly adapted to Talosheim's soil. It was likely that because they had been growing in the soil of a former Devil's Nest, they were compatible with the soil of Talosheim, which was a semi-Devil's Nest.

Wheat could be harvested three months after being planted, immediately eliminating the impending shortage of grain in Talosheim.

The other vegetables were able to be harvested earlier than normal as well... though for some reason, they kept producing more flowers without wilting and using their roots as legs to move around. It seemed that the cause of this was the use of Fertilization on unused monster parts to produce fertilizer and the addition of Vandalieu's Mana.

"Well, I suppose it's fine." Vandalieu had no complaints, as the crops they produced were good quality and they didn't have to be constantly tended to like normal crops.

But I do wish that they would stop attacking me as if to say, "Have a taste of me," whenever I go to look at them. No matter how good quality they are, onions are harsh to eat raw. And please stop throwing tomatoes at me. There isn't a festival for that in our nation.

"Stopping them all is quite difficult," Vandalieu complained as he used his arms that had been branched and extended with Spirit Form Transformation to catch and collect the produce that the monster plants were picking off themselves and throwing at him.

This repeated itself numerous times before they finally stopped.

It seemed that plants that threw their own fruits were dangerous. The wheat, root crops and potatoes hadn't turned into monsters yet.

On the other hand, the production of textiles had gone well up to a certain point.

"Get up."

With the same principle that he applied in creating Wood Golems, Vandalieu was able to manipulate the raw materials with Golem Transmutation. Of course, he hadn't been able to simply been able to produce textiles straight from the plant, but he had successfully extracted fibers and created threads after boiling and softening them.

He had been able to create linen with plants from Borkus's Sub-Dragon Dungeon. He had also produced fluffy, warm wool similar to sheep's wool from the belly fur of Needle Wolves and something similar to silk from Cemetery Bees.

Cemetery Bees didn't make cocoons that completely surrounded their pupae as the bees and hornets of Earth did. However, when larvae turned into pupae, they placed lids over the chambers containing the pupae.

The Cemetery Bees created those lids with threads. They were lids large enough to cover chambers containing pupae that would become thirty-centimeter-long adults. He was able to harvest slightly more silk than silkworm cocoons would yield.

Of course, the lids would be broken once the Cemetery bees emerged from the chambers. But for Vandalieu, who could even create boards using sawdust, turning the broken lids into Golems, restoring them to their original shape and creating threads from them wasn't a difficult task.