Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 22

EP.22

Second Prince Irid was an impatient and clumsy person. This was because she grew up always being compared to the 3rd prince, the 1st princess who boasted of her abilities.

The imperial family had a cruelly strict atmosphere toward children. This is because to ascend to the throne, one had to be the strongest in mind and body. As soon as the 2nd prince could say anything, he was thrown into the orbit of endless competition.

His unique decisiveness was based on the mentality that he ‘must stand out somehow’, and the suspicious disease was also like that. Because a person who is not confident in himself cannot believe in anything.

It is like a person who has a hole in the vessel of his heart. No matter how good you pour it, if there is a hole, it cannot be contained and flows.

That’s probably why I was drawn to Sentra.

Because it filled the empty part of me that was lacking because I couldn’t receive it from anyone.

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2nd Prince Irid checked the secret passage with Defense Bureau Agent C.

The shape of the secret passageway 100 years ago was quite different. It was a little neater and the lighting was relatively bright. Of course, there were no traces of Irid and Ronya’s struggle. There were no blood stains or corpses, just a little dust.

Irid knelt down on one knee and placed his hand on the spot where Sentra was lying. He remembered everything, including the sight of her crying for him and the scent.

When I close my eyes like this…

it comes back to me as clearly as if it had just happened a moment ago.

“I heard that the 2nd Prince has a plan for improving the secret passage.”

“I wish there was a device that lowers the barrier… Even if the enemy doesn’t know the secret passage’s magic code, if they have enough strength, they can break it in.”

“Let’s request funds to improve the secret passage.”

“Pay with your own money.”

The 2nd prince stood up. Today, I planned to walk around Crown Hall and inspect it. It was not for the safety of the citizens of the empire. I missed her so much today that I went out to relive some memories.

The 2nd Prince thought that someone should praise his patience for not running to the Purple Magic Tower. If possible, a woman with straight black hair and blue eyes.

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The 2nd Prince walked through the Crown Hall.

People are noisy. There was a war going on at the end of the border, but the imperial capital was rich and beautiful. Citizens were busy making a living.

Second Prince Irid smoothed the end of the hood covering his hair. Before the dimensional shift, he showed off his blond hair and earned the respect of citizens. Everyone bowed their heads to the royal lineage.

Even so, he wanted to have his value confirmed.

“Second Prince, would you like to eat something?”

Defense Bureau agent C showed astute insight. Since she made a living based on her keen eye, she calculated from many angles and at the perfect time suggested that we have lunch.

The 2nd Prince looked around and pointed with his chin to a cafe with a clear view of the church steeple.

“Let’s go there.”

“Yes, I understand. Shall we kick out the citizens who use the cafe?”

“No, it’s okay.”

C’s eyes drew an arc. The previous second prince thought it was natural to show off his authority, and that was true in the empire. There was an insurmountable status gap between the prince and ordinary citizens.

However, the current second prince knew how to look at the world from a low perspective. During the inspection, didn’t you just pass by at a glance and also carefully check points such as dark alleys? Even places that the guards cannot reach.

Originally, he should have said directly, ‘There is concern about assassination, so for the safety of the imperial family, we must kick out all the cafe people,’ and ‘The empire is running well even if you don’t look at the microscopic details.’

C was a commoner who rose to the position of analyst at the Defense Bureau. This noble person is not putting on a low-level performance, but truly understands and cares. Of course I have to be willing.

C is fully prepared to forgive the 2nd prince even if he says, ‘You pay for the money’ at the cafe.

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Two cups of coffee and a well-baked madeleine.

When the chef noticed the blonde hair under the hood of the 2nd prince, his body went into manner mode. Analyst C said, ‘You have to eat first so I can eat too…’ and gave a pleading look under his expressionless mask. There is.

The 2nd Prince was staring out the window with his chin resting, not even paying attention to the external events. The church steeple was a place he could never forget.

“…….”

Grappling Gun We flew through the sky, hugging each other.

As the 2nd prince tried to think about the most beautiful time, the memories continued one after another. What happened before I flew through the sky with a hook gun?

So, Sentra hugged him. The feeling of weight in the chest and stomach… something touching in the tight-fitting clothes.

“…I didn’t mean to.”

Irid said that without even realizing it. It was a murmur that I couldn’t tell who it was talking to. It’s an excuse that doesn’t even reach her.

“At this point, it’s inevitable to deal with eye contact… no, it’s probably an excuse. If it was unpleasant, you should have apologized in advance…”

After waiting for about 25 minutes, C decided to just eat it all by himself and did so.

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The stable was clean and well maintained. The stable owner rushed out barefoot to respond, and the 2nd prince told him not to worry as he would look around on his own.

Irid stared at the haystack. The two of us went in there alone, held our breath, and eluded our pursuers.

I remember my promise to her.

Irid raised his little finger. A promise to call his name when we meet again someday.

What did that mean?

C looked at the 2nd prince, who was staring blankly at the haystack, and then spoke.

“Are you remembering someone…?”

“Yes. Someone I can’t see anymore.”

“Would you like to at least tell me how you feel, Prince? Maybe we can inquire about your family or relatives.”

“…I see. You were able to give back to your family.”

Even if 100 years separate us, Centra’s blood will continue. Maybe she could find her distant ancestors.

Irid said, reflecting on her appearance.

“She had long eyelashes and blue eyes. They were as blue and refreshing as if they contained the vast sea. Her hair was black and long enough to cover half of her buttocks.”

“…Is your hair black with a hint of blue?”

“But…”

“I don’t know if it’s the same person, but… I know someone who has a similar impression.”

C had a guess, so he brought up something from the past. It was an incident for which he wrote a report himself. Coincidentally, the locations also overlapped.

“This is a person who was listed on the Defense Bureau’s dangerous person report. A heart that sold only dialogue in the Changgwan ‘Rosaria’. Her identifier is ‘Fantasy Woman.’”

“…Is there any portrait left?”

“Yes. Many artists have left portraits. There will probably be portraits left in ‘Rosaria’ as well.”

“Can you see it?”

“yes.”

Irid and C went back up the road. And then we headed to ‘Rosaria’ once again.

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“…….”

Irid stood silently in front of Heart’s portrait.

He clearly remembers Sentra’s features. Comparing the appearances of Heart and Sentra, they were so similar that it was hard to believe they were distant ancestors.

If it’s the same person.

She would have gone to see the dimension wizard. Didn’t he say it out loud? There is a genius wizard in the Purple Magic Tower, and he has restored dimensional magic. I was able to jump through time through that magic.

She must have performed dimensional magic… at any cost. To meet Irid. if so. Why didn’t she find herself? Why did you use the pseudonym Heart?

Sentra must have been in trouble after going back to the past through dimensional travel.

She doesn’t know whether this is ‘before Irid went through the dimensional shift’ or ‘after Irid went through the dimensional shift.’ For fear of causing an uproar over dimensional magic, the imperial family and the boy knight hid the fact that they had restored dimensional magic in the Purple Magic Tower.

Even after asking around, there was no information coming in that said ‘the 2nd prince experienced a dimensional shift’.

If ‘before Irid went through dimension shift’, publicizing the name Sentra would be poisonous. If Irid finds out about Centra in advance… the future will change.

Because the Irid who went dimensionally is the Irid who ‘does not know Centra’.

If she couldn’t go and call him, she had to wait. An inn is a place where mutual memories are made. He used the pseudonym ‘Heart’ to mean that he was waiting for love at the former storehouse ‘Rosaria’.

He probably prayed that Irid would notice and expected him to come and call his name.

I stayed like that for 3 years. In the end, Irid didn’t come and time ran out. She would have returned to the future to her original world.

It had come. She herself.

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Irid went up to the third floor with unsteady steps.

Centra’s room is there. This is also where Heart stayed.

I opened the door. The interior was the same. A bed, a small desk, and manuscript paper occupy the entire corner of the small room. Various books. And a small, empty vase.

There was no scent of her.

I had no choice but to be sure. The current Changgwan is, of course, the interior of the room where Heart stayed. Because it had exactly the same appearance as 100 years in the future. The only thing that has changed is the type of book and the empty vase.

She came to visit.

Thump thump. My heart trembled as if my entire body was vibrating. Irid was trembling. I felt like the surging emotions were going to break my heart and burst out, so I gritted my teeth to endure it.

A small room with no space to spread out a table. Irid carefully sat down on the bed. Here Irid sat next to her.

I remember it.

Sentra leaned her head on Irid’s shoulder. I felt a pleasant weight and happiness melted into me. In silence, the two people talked with each other’s souls through the body heat, weight, atmosphere, and scent.

I remember it. promise.

“When we meet again someday, will you call me by my name?”

I remembered.

Irid kept his belated promise as he looked at the vase on the desk.

“…Sentra.”

No answer came back.

Irid buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

It rained.

It seems like it won’t stop forever….

A word from the author (author’s review)

This time… on a PC.

How about reading episodes 21 and 22 on the left and right at the same time?