A Reincarnated Person With a Sub-Dimension

Episode 3

After confirming my talent, Uncle Herbert put on a sad expression.

However, since he had the minimum talent, he promised to teach him the mana simbeop.

It was a lack of talent, but just feeling the mana was a great fortune, so I was satisfied enough.

And that satisfaction was also the leisure that came from the conviction that I could overcome my innate talent with my own ability.

Time passed quickly as I recalled the old memories.

I thought it was time to go back, so I called Carly.

“Carly! Let’s go home!”

Carly, hearing my words, started to herd the sheep and goats, barking loudly.

When I got home, the sun was hanging over my head.

It’s time to go out for a bit, but I didn’t think I was hungry.

Thanks to spring water, I was always full of energy.

There was a time in my previous life where I almost starved for two weeks because I couldn’t find food, but even then I didn’t feel any hunger beyond that level.

I eat breakfast not because I am hungry, but because of the pleasure of tasting food.

Sheep and goats were brought into the barn, and chickens and ducks were fed.

“What kind of kids should I take by the way?”

I looked around the barn to choose a livestock to offer as a tax.

The tax to be paid this time is one sheep and two chickens.

I was annoyed at having to sacrifice carefully raised livestock, and even a plump one.

‘If it’s not Maurice, I’m taking the right kids.’

Our village is a small village of about 150 people.

Since it was too small to be given as a fief to a knight, the village chief managed the village as the deputy lord.

Maurice, the grandson of the village chief, acted as a collection officer in place of the old, hard-headed village chief.

It was a rule to take the best cattle for tax purposes, but as long as the collector turned a blind eye to it, it wouldn’t be too much of a problem to take the right one.

However, there was no way that Maurice, who would reveal his teeth to me, would go over so moderately.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue in discomfort.

In the end, I chose a sheep and a chicken that were plump and headed to the Yeongju Hall.

Our house is in the northernmost part of town.

After walking down the road for about 10 minutes, I saw a small bridge across the stream.

Next to the bridge, village women were gathering and doing laundry.

A little further upstream, children were making a fuss with fishing nets woven from straw.

I said hello first in a bright voice.

“hello.”

“Oh my! Ian is here”

“Hi, Ian.”

“Here’s the handsome Ian.”

I greeted each and every person I greeted.

“Yes, hello. It’s cold, but you’re having a lot of trouble.”

There was still thin ice on the riverside.

Doing laundry in ice-cold water, of course, made my hands sore and cracked.

Some of them had blood on their hands, and the laundry was stained red.

“Aunt Sana, are you okay? Your hand looks like it’s bleeding.”

“It hurts a little bit. If there is kama grass, I’ll apply it, but I need time to go collect it.”

“Then I’ll do it tomorrow and dig it up. I’ll bring enough, so if anyone needs it, please share it.”

“Oh, thank you. Ian, how can he look so pretty and have a kind heart?

“It’s nothing. What?”

Commoners who live a hard life have no choice but to act selfishly.

However, I, who was always full of energy, helped people in appropriate ways.

The villagers naturally liked me because of my attractive appearance and selfless nature.

“Brother Ian!”

“Let’s play together.”

While I was talking with Mrs. Sana, the children who were fishing came running with big smiles.

The youngest rishi trotted over and clung to my leg.

“The fish keeps running away, can’t you catch it?”

I said, patting Rishi’s chubby cheeks.

“My brother is busy right now and I’ll help you later. Until then, we’re having fun.”

“Okay. You have to come quickly.”

“Brother, you promised!”

After promising the children that they would come soon, they set out on the road again.

After passing the bridge, I saw the second largest building in town, the church.

I knocked on the door of the rectory next to the church.

“Are you a priest?”

After a while, the door opened and a white-haired, wrinkled priest came out.

“Looks like Ian is here. He’s on his way to pay taxes, since he’s with the sheep, right?”

“Yes, priest. I stopped by briefly on the way. Take this.”

I took an egg and a duck egg out of my pocket and handed them over.

“What else did you bring with you?”

“You can’t eat well just because you take care of the children every day. The priest needs to be healthy to take care of the children for a longer time.”

“Heh heh, you’re right. I don’t think I have many days left to run out of energy these days. That’s why Ian-ah. How would you like to become the village priest instead of me? Can you become a village priest as soon as you come out of the monastery? Please don’t ask the bishop.

If you become a priest, you will be able to obtain the mana simbeop you wanted, and all will be resolved as long as you have faith in Teres, the mana who is lacking. If you’re a good child like you, Teres-sama will love you a lot.”

“Yes, I’ll think about it. Anyway, only the priest should eat what I gave you.”

I didn’t intend to become a priest, but a little lie was fine as long as I could reassure Father Phillip.

“Okay. I sure don’t. By the way, the parish postman brought the news in the morning, and they said that Sir Herbert would be arriving soon. I arrived at the count’s castle a week ago, so it should be in a few days at the latest.”

A few months ago, news came that Uncle Herbert, who had made great contributions in the war, would be appointed as the lord of our village.

He said he would return with the soldiers who had been dispatched at the end of winter, so the time was almost right.

“Really? That’s great. If the chief resigns as acting manager, Morris won’t be in trouble anymore, right?”

“Heh heh. Chief Waldo raised Maurice too much. But what can he do with his only grandson? Chief Waldo is also a man who has worked hard all his life for the village, so you should understand a little bit.”

“Okay, priest. Then I’ll go now. I’m going to dig some kama grass and give it to Mrs. Sana tomorrow, so see you then.”

“Yes, Ian. Go ahead.”

“Yes. It’s cold, so go in first.”

After the door of the priest’s house was closed, he moved his steps again.

It was the time when most of the men had gone out to the fields, so the inside of the village was quiet.

‘The priest should live for a long, long time. It’s a pity that I can’t give you spring water.’

Father Philip is like a teacher and grandfather to me.

I sincerely hoped that Father Philip was well.

after reincarnation.

I tried to get to know the new world.

However, the knowledge and information I could obtain was very limited in a small town without a library, a level of civilization similar to that of the Middle Ages on Earth.

Fortunately, thanks to Father Philip, who had a wealth of knowledge and culture, he was able to acquire knowledge that only nobles could learn.

It was all thanks to Father Philip that I used more cultured language than others.

Commoners can’t afford to learn to read, but basically have no will to learn, so Priest Philip taught me diligently, loving me even more when I asked to learn at a young age.

Father Philip lived in a monastery for a long time, so he had a lot of knowledge, but he lacked experience in the world.

So realistic information was obtained through mercenaries or merchants passing through the village.

Perhaps because communication and transportation were not developed, this world was portrayed as extremely large.

Believe it or not, there are people who have traveled 60 years to reach the end of the continent and failed.

In this immeasurably vast world, man occupied only a tiny fraction of the land.

Even a little out of the human realm, demonic beasts with strong bodies and tremendous fertility, and heterogeneous races with advanced civilizations that surpassed humans, were forming forces everywhere.

Most heterogeneous tribes have closed tendencies that protect their territory and do not interact with the outside world.

However, if there was sufficient profit, he willingly agreed to trade with humans, and actively cooperated with humans when it came to monsters that coveted the blood and flesh of living things.

However, it was impossible to talk, let alone exchange, with the demonic servants, who were so extreme in their savagery that they preyed on their own people.

Demon beasts rarely engage in activities worthy of being called production other than breeding, hunting and plundering humans to obtain scarce food or simply for fun.

Orcs are the most prosperous beast species on the continent.

Based on adulthood, the physical abilities of humans and orcs were as different as children and adults.

Female orcs give birth to three or four cubs at a time, which take less than 4 years to develop into adults.

No matter how strong the castle walls and solid weapons were, there was a limit to dealing with the influx of demons and monsters.

If there were no superhumans who dealt with mana, the kingdom would have perished long ago.

After thinking about this and that, I arrived at Yeongjugwan before I knew it.

Entering the Yeongju Hall, I saw Maurice’s gang flirting on one side.

It was clear that Maurice had called the gang on the pretext of collecting taxes.

Maurice, who spotted me, said in a sarcastic tone with a rotten smile.

“Who is this? Aren’t you a hypocrite?”

Maybe it’s because I’ve never been favored by someone for no reason, Maurice called me a hypocrite when he saw me helping others.

Maurice, who is three years older than me, is an ugly man with a bear-like physique and a distorted face from burns.

When we were young, we got along pretty well.

Maurice, who had no friends because of his ugly appearance, always treated me with a smile and cared for me like a younger brother.

However, when Maurice reached puberty, he began to distance himself from me, comparing his appearance to mine.

And I don’t know why, but at some point, I couldn’t eat me, so I couldn’t eat it.

‘okay. With a face like that, even if it’s like me, it’s crooked.’

I can’t act the same as Maurice, who is twice as old in terms of mental age.

As always, I smiled and said hello.

“Hello, Maurice. Here’s the livestock for tax purposes. Check it out.”

“Who’s your brother! I told you to call me Collector!”

Maurice shouted in great anger, but it was more than usual.

Maurice, who had been brawling like an angry boar, smiled meanly at the livestock I had brought.

Mee-

Maurice kicked the still sheep for no reason and said.

“Look at this. The sheep are very hungry. I brought the chickens with all the crumbs dying. Are you saying you’re offering this to the Count?”

The livestock I brought were healthy to anyone.

The sheep were plump, and the chickens had glossy fur.

Maurice’s gang also smirked amongst themselves as if they were dumbfounded by the ridiculous cavil.

‘As expected, there’s no way it will go over smoothly.’

I had no choice but to tune in to Maurice’s rhythm.