Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 47

EP.47

Remaining period until first class── 5 days.

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It was the early morning of a windy day with heavy rain and thunder.

Niore Restman woke up in bed. I didn’t have a nightmare or hear loud noises around me. My eyes simply opened naturally. It was rare.

Even though I woke up early, I wasn’t tired at all. On the contrary, it was more vibrant and vivid than ever. I felt like I had slept soundly for ten hours.

The inside of the dormitory room was colored a deep, gloomy blue. Looking around, I saw a red-haired girl lying on a bed across the room. He was chewing his strangely braided bangs in his sleep.

This was a double room in the academy dormitory, and the girl across from us was Niore’s roommate.

Although it was only a day of meeting and greeting, Niore knew that her roommate was a good person with a strong desire for improvement. It didn’t matter that my roommate was a commoner. Because Viscount Restman has long since fallen.

Cool rain fell outside the window.

Occasionally, the window would shake slightly when the wind blew. There was no rattling sound. This was thanks to the protective magic wrapped around the outer wall of the academy dormitory.

Suddenly, Niore changed into going out clothes. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again due to my racing mind, and I didn’t want to disturb my roommate’s sleep. I planned to go out and look around the academy or, if I had time left, to jog until the sun rose.

Niore’s eyes landed on the small whiteboard leaning against the bed.

“…….”

ah. ah.

Niore took a breath, opened her mouth, and exhaled air through her vocal cords. However, only the hissing sound of the wind was heard, and nothing that could be called language came out.

She couldn’t speak.

Therefore, a whiteboard was a necessity. The whiteboard and pen were her vocal cords. Only by writing down what they wanted to say in words on a white board could they finally communicate with others.

But… it’ll be okay for now. It’s early in the morning and it’s raining, but I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone else.

Niore thought so, turned around, carefully opened the door, and left the dormitory. It seemed like the timing would be perfect if I walked around the Academy grounds clockwise and once counterclockwise.

I had a map of the academy in my head.

(▲ Academy map)

(▲ The route that Niore came up with in his head)

It’s perfect. let’s go.

Niore said this to herself and started running in the rain.

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It was refreshing.

The rain falls as if it wants to wash away the world. Even the sound I hear in my ears. The feeling of the heat generated in the body from running as hard as you want being dissipated by the rain. Everything was good.

The only inconvenience was that I had to secure my chest with a compression bandage.

Every time I ran, my center of gravity shook excessively. I thought it would be nice to think of it as training to balance the body, but I ended up thinking that it would be easier to not have it than to have it.

Slap, slap.

Niore kept running even though there was a puddle in front of her. A lot of water splashed. She laughed out loud because she was happy, but said ‘Hahaha!’ Instead, it was just a sound like ‘Huh…uh…’. Still, it was okay.

Niore wanted to purely enjoy this moment. The more you move and move your body, the more your skills will accumulate, and you will be able to move your body more freely. A virtuous cycle.

Every time a raindrop fell, Niore’s image was reflected. Short chestnut hair cut around the shoulders, round eyes, and a pattern that vaguely reveals its presence in the eyes.

After about 20 minutes of running, I was halfway through the lecture facility area.

Rumbling!

Lightning struck. And then someone’s suspicious voice came through the wind.

“…Night… It has to be like this… … Master.”

“…… …… without anyone noticing… …….”

Two people were digging the ground while talking.

Niore stopped running and held her breath. Then he crept up a nearby tree and hid himself. This was because it was an atmosphere that did not seem to be allowed to be discovered.

Why do we have to dig through the inclement rain at this late hour? Niore gulped and looked down with a bit of fear and curiosity.

Flashing. Kurrrr-!

One was a wizard wearing a hood. Because the distance was quite far and it was raining, visibility was not clear. His features were blurred and looked like shadows. I could only guess from the voice that it was a man.

The other was a woman in a suit. Her voluptuous and slim body was fully revealed above the tight-fitting suit. A ballroom would have been more appropriate than digging at night. A wizard and a beauty were a strangely mismatched combination.

Mounds of dirt are visible around them. Each time the shovel moved, a pile of dirt poured down the hole. It was the opposite. They were not digging, but burying something.

Pak. Pak.

The hole is being filled.

The distance was far and dark, so it was hard to see what was being asked. Because the height of the tree was unclear, it was difficult to look into the hole. Niore’s eyes were wide and focused. A ghost story I heard somewhere resonated in my head.

The Academy denies status disparities as much as possible. That’s why they say that both nobles and commoners are equal in the academy… but. That principle was rarely followed. Ultimately, the world we have to live in is outside the academy. I had no choice but to look at the thoughts of those in power.

so.

It is common to hear ghost stories about high-ranking people getting rid of students they don’t like by asking them to kill them. Students who die like that are quietly disguised as disappearances or accidental deaths.

Flash!

Lightning struck. The world became brighter for a moment. At that moment, Niore saw the wizard’s ominously glowing red eyes… and something that, although not clear, resembled human pupils inside the pit.

Niore covered her mouth.

“……. Your whole body… Hasn’t it become worn out? I can see it too.”

“In my eyes…”

they said as they looked down into the pit.

What is your whole body like? What on earth do you see? Is this a terrible situation where things that should not have been revealed have been revealed? The person in the pit.

No…

it must be a misunderstanding. You must have seen it wrong. If you really want to kill someone and bury them, just go out the north gate and hide in the forest. The monsters in the forest will completely destroy the corpse in one night. There was no need to bury it on campus.

Let’s go back to this and go to sleep as if nothing happened. It won’t be a big deal. Niore consoled herself and tried to get down from the tree and return to the dormitory.

-……Owner… …just…

until such a gloomy voice was heard from inside the pit.

The wizard waved his hand and the voice quickly stopped. It seemed like they had done something. It was a human being. They were burying living people. Niore was convinced. She trembled slightly. Why on earth….

A calm, weak voice was heard. They finish covering the hole and tapping it with their feet. He spoke in a casual tone. The tone that it was nothing special aroused various emotions in Niore.

“Yes…I wrote it…I didn’t like it.”

“For some reason… I couldn’t see it.”

What did they use to kill him? Was it a weapon special enough to be mentioned? Did I say I hated it because it was a relationship of resentment? What does it mean to not see? Does this mean disappearance?

The two men finished their work and walked into the darkness, dragging the shovel across the ground. Their traces were erased by the strong rain. No one will know. What happened here. If Niore is silent.

“…….”

Niore pursed her lips.

She needed an academy diploma. It is not good to be involved in such a suspicious incident. For your own safety, it might be better to fall asleep under the blanket with your eyes closed and your mouth covered. but.

But… they may have been warlocks hiding in the academy. If so, this may be a preliminary preparation for terrorism and the school should be notified. For that matter, the outfit was eye-catching, but…

before anything else—killing people carelessly. I didn’t want to forgive.

Niore waited in the rain on a tree for a long time. The rain was no longer refreshing. My thoughts became more and more complex. First you need to find out.

Who are they? Who did they eliminate?

A lot of time passed and Niore headed to the dormitory as if running away.

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Pingvalez grunted as he was about to bury the magic sword.

“Do you really have to do this this late at night, crazy wizard?”

“Pingbalez, since it’s late at night, you can do it secretly without anyone noticing.”

It’s raining torrentially this early in the morning, so no one will be bothered to go outside. In this case, the hidden piece had to be hidden. Wouldn’t you lose your love if you were caught digging in broad daylight and found out who was hiding it?

“It’s raining. My whole body is soaked. My shirt has become translucent because of the wetness. Even my bra is visible.”

“I can’t see it.”

I glanced. About half of them were conditioned reflexes. Underneath the tight-fitting dress shirt, there were only two flesh-colored watermelons. I couldn’t even see the straps on my shoulders.

-Are you my new master? I praise you for waking me up!

As it was being buried, the trigger must have been activated and the magic sword uttered a saved line. I snapped my fingers and put it into sleep mode for a week.

Construction was completed.

Well buried. I pressed and pounded it with my foot. Now, at the right time, you can spread the ‘treasure map that shows the location of the magic sword that the warlock who infiltrated the academy hid before he died while running away.’

With the completion of construction, Pingvalez proudly revealed his fashion.

“Yes, I used an intangible sword. It was my favorite underwear and I didn’t want to wash it.”

It was said that he was not wearing it.

“For some reason, I couldn’t see the line above the suit pants.”

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The morning dawned.

Red Tower Wizard Selvier stretched himself. It was a refreshing morning. School started in just a few more days. You get the opportunity to learn a lot from famous professors that you have only heard about and aim for a higher level.

If I become that strong and famous and become a disciple of the Red Tower Master.

The Red Tower owner will ask you to find his childhood friend using the ‘wish ticket’ that he gifts to his disciples.

I didn’t worry about my childhood friend’s life or death. I remember him as someone who was smart from a young age and was like a warrior in a story who never seemed to die no matter what he did. I’m sure he’s living well somewhere.

Maybe he lives as a wizard just like himself.

My heart pounded as I felt that the day of reunion was getting closer. Selvier cheerfully greeted his roommate, resolving to work hard today as well.

“Good Niore… Why are you looking like that?!”

“…….”

My roommate was obviously just as excited as I was until yesterday, and talked for about five hours about what lectures I was going to take at the academy. I turned into a zombie overnight.

[Good morning.]

Niore wrote good morning greetings on the whiteboard and showed them. Perhaps due to his mood, the writing was gloomy and crooked. Selvier thought of the most serious situation he could think of.

“Did I snore last night…?”

[No, there’s something I want to ask you.]

“Yes, yes…”

[Do you know anyone who looks like this?]

Scribble.

Niore’s picture of the duo looked familiar. The newly appointed Professor of the Purple Magic Tower and his secretary. Although they claim they are not, they are an SM couple. They were people whose every action was so impressive that you would never forget them even if you tried to forget them.

“Yes, this is the newly appointed professor and his secretary. They are purple magic tower wizards. They are a bit… very strange, but they are not bad people. I received help from my hometown… Why is their expression like that?!”

Niore thought for a while and then explained the whole story. The story was that he went out for a walk at night and found someone buried there. Selvier quietly listened to everything and smiled softly.

“It’s probably an illusion, Niore. We haven’t known each other for long, but maybe we were just… playing a useless joke?”

[Perhaps Selvier was hypnotized…]

“If you’re really that worried, why don’t you check?”

Niore held the whiteboard with both hands for a primitive hypnosis test.

“No, I’m not asking you to check if I’m under hypnosis… I’m just asking you. It must have been an insignificant toy. We’re busy registering for classes in the morning, so if we have time, we can check at night, right?”

Niore hesitated, then gathered courage and nodded.

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That night, Niore visited that place once again.

The hole had been dug by someone, and blood stains remained inside it.

“……!!”

A word from the author (author review)

Do you know that? If you write the first consonant large and the vowel and consonant small… it becomes a round and cute font!

During my school days, I used to practice feminine handwriting. Handwriting forgery looked really cool… Isn’t the word itself cool? Handwriting forgery.

Merry Christmas Eve in advance. My friends. Take a break tomorrow and see you again at Christmas the day after tomorrow!

+(Added at 1:25)

I added some text because I felt there was a bit of lack of explanation regarding the intangible sword.

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