I invited Jiron, the orc's chief strategist, to the mansion and gave him a taste of the 'rice' that Sati had made.

　First, white rice.

　They looked half curious and half afraid of the food they were eating for the first time, but when they took a bite, they were horrified. I let out a response.

'Master Ike, it's good. This rice is a food.
Well, it's good.

　I nod my head, "Hmmm.
　Honestly, orcs are bad food, so it wouldn't be helpful.
　Well, I knew that, so I just tried it on a whim.

The rice I used to eat in Japan was even better.
'Japanese?　What is it?　That.

　Oops, I shouldn't. I'm out of the ground.

　It was definitely not a good idea for me to be found out that I was a 'human', but just as much as it was not a good idea for me to be found out that I had memories of my 'previous life'.

　If they found out that he was a heretic, the pursuit would start from there, and he might be found out for being human.

　Otherwise, it would be an idiot's thing to blurt out that he has memories of his previous life.

　He's just a pain in the ass.
　I manage to cover it up, blowing the appropriate scent.

"It's in the south. It's the name of a small island. Nobody even knows its name.
I see, Master Ike has traveled that far south.

Well. By the way, the rice we ate there was even better. It's called 'short-grain' rice, and it's good on its own too. It's a little sweet, it's chewy, it's not dry.

...Haha, I think I'm good enough at this, though.

　Giron laughed, "Your husband is a gourmet, isn't he?

　Well, you're right.

　Since he's Japanese, his love for rice has come out, but at this stage, this may be enough for him.

　To begin with, good Japanese rice is the result of a long process of breeding and improvement. It may not be the same as the rice of another world.

''Well, let's put up with the taste for now. Besides, this is a southern long grain. It's a plant that's adapted to the southern climate, so this can't be grown in Ivalice.''

I see, so you're going to make a 'short-grained' variety?

Yeah, just in case. The 'short-grained' variety has the advantage of being slightly more resistant to the cold. If we keep improving the breed, it might be better and the yield will increase. Anyway, we have to start with the paddy fields.

'Swiden?　What is it?　That.

　Giron makes a barefaced noise.

'You can't make rice just by sowing seeds in the field, you know. No, you can make it, exactly, but like wheat, if you grow the same crop year after year, you'll have a row crop failure and the land will get thinner and thinner.

Would it help if you made something called Swiden or something like that?

'Yeah, as long as you have paddy, four-wheeled farming is nothing to sneeze at. We could grow a lot of the same crop year after year.

'Oh!　That's great. Now, let's get this swiden or whatever it is you do.

Mm, you should. But it takes a lot of water to build a paddy field. We'll need to get some more humans and have the trolls use heavy machinery.

Juki?

I'm just saying that I'm going to need the Trolls to take the lead on this one.

　I screwed it up forcefully and ordered Giron to quickly build a canal that would pull into the paddy field.

'Ha, do you want to use something called a rotation (shift) system like we did last time?

No, I'm in no hurry. But, well, you know, you're going to have to pay the humans as well.

　I said, and I told Giron that I had to go out for a bit.

Where?
The Commander's office.

　I'll return it in a word.

　By now, he should at least have an eye on the demon tribe who gave him that map.
　Although Sephiro has a joking personality, he is quick at his job.

　Maybe he's in the middle of chanting the magic of Transmigration, trying to summon me out of nowhere again with his usual vices.

　It was one thing to surprise me by coming out to me from time to time.