EP.40
Rumble. Rattling.
The carriage wheels were rolling in silence.
“Hehehe… the weather is really nice. It would be nice if we didn’t run into bandits. But what are you going to Sanjebi Village for?”
“…….”
“…….”
“…Hmm, the weather is really nice. It’s rare for people to visit the mountain village. Last time, we took adventurers on board. The guests are also adventurers. Are you there?”
“…….”
“…….”
“Huh heh heh….”
Regardless of whether the coachman who wants to escape this awkwardness talks or not, I widen my eyes to win the battle with Pingvalez. there was. We were staring at each other without saying a word.
You have to break your spirit. This is because it is very difficult to twist a relationship once established. I need to be superior or at least build a relationship of equals. Only then can we block the evil hands of the Reds.
I had to protect my small and precious magic tower lord. You need to control the atmosphere and win the match so that no one even dares to flirt with the magic tower owner.
“…….”
“…….”
This was a battle in which the one who spoke first would lose.
Even though my eyes were sore, I endured it. Corneal dryness was not significant. The important thing is victory and I am approaching victory. The pain was bearable.
At that time, Pingvalez slowly moved forward.
“……?!”
The face came closer. It was coming… it was coming. Without stopping!
What is this? What does it mean? If it continues like this… 『I can reach』.
That means our lips are touching!
Butterflies flying around flapped their wings dynamically.
…No, it’s probably a bluff. It makes no sense to waste the purity of your lips to win a battle of energy. It was clearly a bluff. It’s definitely a bluff.
The tips of each other’s noses touched.
My eyes, reflected in Pingvalez’s, were trembling as if there had been an earthquake. It shouldn’t be like this. You have to pull yourself together. Showing agitation simply means defeat.
To win.
…To win, I also have to hit the front move. I have to claim that I’m a fucking playboy and it doesn’t matter whether I kiss or not. You have to shout out that it’s you who is backing down.
But… what if it crashes?
What happens to me if I crash…?
Should I step back? If I move forward, will Pingvalez step back? If you don’t back down…? No, no, this worry, this worry, is Pingvalez’s target. Don’t be fooled. You have to have courage.
We must have the courage to take a step forward even if we are pushed off a cliff!
I also moved on. I made up my mind and pushed my face in. The tip of the nose crosses, passes by, and
rattles!
The carriage shook violently.
“…….”
“…….”
A slightly different silence followed. If the silence before was the tension between the two swordsmen competing in swordsmanship…
this silence was the pain and regret of the two swordsmen who lost something precious while fighting. We opened our mouths at the same time.
“It’s a pinballez.”
“Crazy wizard.”
“Let’s pretend it never happened.”
“It’s a no-count to pass by.”
“…….”
“…….”
I clutched my lips and curled up in pain. Pingvalez also ripped out his head and hit his forehead on the wall of the carriage. I gained nothing and lost a lot.
All I could hear was the fluttering sound of an indignant butterfly…
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We were able to continue the conversation only after we had time to heal the wounds in each other’s hearts. Although we did not say it out loud, we agreed with our eyes and hearts to sign the armistice agreement.
“The crazy wizard is going to his hometown.”
“Yes, Pingvalez. I have no memories of my hometown, so I’m going to get them back.”
There were three main reasons for my sudden visit to my hometown (I don’t remember).
1. Because I was born in a land of courtesy in the East, it would not make sense for me to be neglectful towards my parents.
2. If I could restore my memory, I thought it would turn out to be a fable.
3. When giving reasons, it is the national rule to give three reasons.
When I pointed out the reason and pointed out the reason, Pingvalez tackled me.
“You didn’t need number 3.”
“Because there is such a thing as Western food. Then why were you dispatched?”
“My senior at work asked me to do it. It seemed like a bother to look for someone with a slightly slanted head, and I’m so normal that it doesn’t suit me, so I refused, but…” “
I did?”
“I was tempted by my senior’s beauty treatment.”
“…?”
“They let me touch their breasts….”
“Ah.”
It was an understandable reason. I felt like my inner intimacy was growing steadily through the conversation we had just had. I remembered a close friend from my past life. Friends who can talk to each other while enjoying all kinds of cultures.
Even in this life, I have friends, but what can I say? Because they were all women, in-depth conversation between men was impossible. The magic tower is a girl, and the senior with the facial scar is also dark and hard-boiled, so he is clearly a woman.
And from what I could see, it seemed like the girl in front of me was male, just because her gender had changed at birth. I asked very cautiously.
“Perhaps…”
“Yes.”
“What do you think about panties?”
“Everything… right?”
My heart started pounding.
“Could you tell me about the panties you are wearing right now and their interpretation?”
“…….”
Pingvalez calmly thought about it and gave his own answer.
“It’s white.”
“The reason is?”
“Because you have to see through the black stockings.”
I was thrilled.
I immediately joined forces with Pinvalese and had a sublime, pious, and even academic discussion about panties until we arrived at our destination. We shared souls and felt brotherly love.
It seemed like I would be able to remain close friends with Pinkvalez in the future…
“Don’t you think pink lingerie would look good on the Magic Tower Lord?”
“What man?”
I jumped into the battlefield to refute the rebellious enemy. I couldn’t forgive myself for feeling friendship, even for a moment, with a fan who didn’t understand the value of non-possession.
There was a very intense debate. The main focus was whether the intangible sword was indeed swordsmanship.
I can’t forget the coachman’s expression when he got off the carriage. He looked like he was wondering whether he should report this to security or not.
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“Is this my hometown….”
I thought that when I stepped on my hometown, forgotten memories would come back to me like a panorama. But, as expected, there was nothing that came to mind as to whether reality was a reality.
The fence surrounding the village was made of wood and was as high as my chest. There appeared to be no facilities to prevent intrusion from the outside.
The scene of the village was that of an ordinary rural village. There was a small house, and potatoes were being dug in the field. The fairly large village had an adventurer’s guild, a general store, and all the fantasy facilities.
The village in the countryside seemed to provide all the convenience facilities to the village chief’s house.
Where is my home here? As I was looking around to see if there were any left, Pingvalez raised his glasses and gave me a wary look.
“That’s strange.”
“…Where?”
“Look into my eyes.”
“Oh really…”
There was no natural reaction when a stranger entered the village. Boundary curiosity etc.
People passing by saw us and just passed by.
It might not have been possible if this village had been a trading center with a high population flow. In a village in such an isolated location, seeing old faces over and over again is a daily routine. The story is that outsiders inevitably stand out.
In addition, we are a man wearing a magic tower hood and a woman wearing an expensive-looking suit. Compared to the peasants who wear clothes made of rough cloth, they are almost like people from another world.
I was able to come up with a few hypotheses, but Pingvalez, an intelligence agent, would be more accurate than my opinion. I asked.
“what do you think about it?”
“If you take it to the extreme, it’s a warlock’s trap.”
“Didn’t we go too extreme…?”
“If you think about it carefully, it would mean that an outsider has been frequenting the area recently. There is a high probability that there will be a magician among their members.”
“That means…”
“Isn’t there a goblin village nearby? A request was made to the adventurer’s guild on a village-by-village basis. That’s why outsiders came and went.”
It made sense. The most rational way to write a scenario would be something like that. If this is a scenario, if there are no mind-blowing twists or unnecessary twists…
“If the protagonist and his party want to get information, the village chief’s house is the most likely place to go. Or the village hall is the second choice.”
“I agree. Considering the possibility that an outsider may be away, I think it would be most efficient to visit the village chief’s home.”
The butterfly also flew in a circle as if it agreed.
“My goal is to find the lost family register, but to do that, rather than going around the village and asking, ‘Do you know me?’… it would be quicker to ask the village chief. I’m going to the village chief’s house.”
“yes.”
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“That! That! You! Kick it! If you got money, shouldn’t you move!!”
“The request we received was ‘protecting the village’, not ‘attacking a goblin village’. Look! I guess this brilliant academy student doesn’t know how to read, right?”
“Is it okay to trick someone who doesn’t know how to read and write a contract?!”
“Once we check and stop each other, it’s over. Our mercenary group is moving according to the contract. Why don’t you understand this simple fact?”
“People should have some sense of shame! How can this be ‘protecting the village’ when they have been robbing the village chief of his house and depriving him of food for several days?!”
“That’s why they scream so loudly…” It
was a mess.
To the left, a girl wearing a bright red hood was screaming. Judging by the color and pattern, he was a wizard from the Red Magic Tower.
To the right, there were five men giggling who looked like they were about to eat a piece of chicken while delivering it. Judging from their clothing and armament, they were low-quality mercenaries.
A positive attitude is more important than anything else in living in the world. Even if I faced these problems, I could feel much better about them if I changed my way of thinking a little.
When I tried to investigate my hometown, it seemed like a contract fraud had broken out between the village and the mercenary group. (X)
When I came to my hometown, the session materials came rolling in on their own. (O)
Thinking like that boosted my confidence and made me feel better. who am I? You are a lucky person who is bombarded with materials wherever you go. A man loved by the goddess Dice. A person who has had tea with the princess and the prince.
Pingvalez looked at me smiling with my arms crossed and said quietly.
“If you want to calm the commotion, just tell me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“If you just hit one with your fist and plant it on the ceiling, it usually goes quiet.”
“You’re fucking stupid.”
“yes?”
“No, I have a more peaceful and better way.”
Isn’t fantasy magic meant to be used in times like this? All fire or ice people can do in this situation is throwing fireballs and ice spears. Such violent spells inevitably bring damage.
Even if you throw it casually as a threat, it might explode the floor or break the grandfather clock.
However, when it comes to fantasy magic, it is simple, elegant, and quiet.
“『Sense Representation: Overflow』.”
“…!”
“……!!”
The two sides, who had been raising their voices at each other, stopped arguing while their bodies trembled. Then he got up from his seat and headed outside the building without saying anything first.
Pingvalez looked at the scene with wonder.
“What illusion did you show me?”
“I didn’t show you an illusion, I just made you feel a certain… sensation.”
“What sense? Fear? Helplessness?”
“That’s…”
Chuck.
I stretched out my arms and blocked the Red Magic Tower wizard who was trying to leave the building. The Red Tower wizard was restless, twisting his body and squeezing his thighs.
After seeing that, it seems that Pingvalez realized the identity of the sense I had given him. The temperature of the gaze went down by a good 10 degrees.
“What is it?! Get out of the way! I’m in a hurry right now…”
“That feeling is an illusion, wizard of the Red Tower.”
“No, I’m saying get out of the way…!!”
“It’s an illusion. What you’re feeling right now is just an illusion… Let’s talk. What on earth is going on? What are they?”
“Out of the way… ah. Ugh eh….”
“…….”
Ah.
I was reminded of a serious drawback to this spell. Since it was an illusion given, I thought it would be able to exert a deterrent effect within the limit.
That is, if your bladder is already full of fluid.
hmm.
“… erase traces with fantasy magic ──”
”
Bah!
A star briefly flashed before my eyes and my jaw snapped open. The Red Tower wizard’s fist was spicy.
I used a hand signal to dissuade Pingvalez, who seemed to think, ‘I did something to hit, but the guard is a guard, so I’ll counterattack.’ Because it was the right thing to do.
I quietly reflected…
A word from the author (author review)
This morning… I had a dream that my computer monitor suddenly turned red and flew away.
At that moment, the psychological shock must have been so great that I woke up and jumped up. It was raining and that was why it was so chaotic.
I think it’s been like that since I was around high school. When it rains, people become damp and moldy…
Thank you for reading today! I heard it’s going to rain until Sunday, so be careful not to fall…
Let’s do our best to stay bright and healthy! Fighting!
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