Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 50

EP.50

Remaining period until first class── 3 days.

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Saint Tara hated the goddess religion.

The boring and useless pretense of the Goddess Church, the complicated and twisted procedures, the restrictions that a saint must do, the silent atmosphere, and the chattering words.

If you are a saint, you must be modest. If you are a saint, you must be an example for your believers. A saint must not be promiscuous. If you are a saint, you should say righteous and kind words…

Words that demand something pour out like a mountain.

Someone said, “Shouldn’t we be thankful that we were born as commoners and enjoyed a dramatic rise in social status?” I don’t have to worry about going hungry for the rest of my life, so what’s the problem?

Someone said, “How can we reject something based on personal human emotions when God is willing to look at it?” Aren’t you happy that you have been given the most honorable job?

Someone said that since things have already come to this, shouldn’t we just live with the flow? They say it can’t be helped because what’s gone doesn’t come back.

But Tara never wanted anything from what they listed.

Tara, a former clothing store girl, knew the mysteries of trading. Asking for money after pushing the fact that you don’t need it is called a hard sell.

Even though Tara didn’t give in to one very trivial thing that she wanted, he threw things like money, wealth, and fame at her and asked, ‘What do you think?’ I was just amazed as I was doing it.

So Saint Tara became crooked.

He had firmly decided to do the exact opposite of what the church had told him to do.

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According to the rules that the saints of the church must follow, the saint’s clothes must be designed in a modest form that covers the body.

This is to prevent various evils, such as when a saint finds a lover and runs away from love, or when she walks into a back alley to do volunteer work, to prevent uneducated people from attacking her.

I did it when I was told not to.

I made 200% of my experience as a clothing store girl. I cut the loose saint’s clothes and made them very tight. It’s so tight that when you wear it, your belly button is exposed. The cleavage was also coolly dug out.

The sleeves were blown off to expose the shoulders and armpits. This is because the rules emphasize not to show your shoulders and armpits carelessly.

I also bought black underwear that is translucent and ties with a string. This is because the rules stated that underwear must not be transparent, and straps are especially prohibited.

The side slits at the hem of the skirt were dizzying. Her pelvis was clearly exposed from the side, and her panty strings were also visible. Because the rules said you shouldn’t do that.

I gritted my teeth and did everything I was told not to do.

“…These are clothes, rags.”

Of course… the person wearing it looked like he was dying of embarrassment!

But he didn’t give in. If it was just to tarnish the face of the religious order, he could bear the shame. As I started wearing it, I got used to it.

The monster that was born like that was the ‘Couple Destroyer.’ Just as a sunflower turns its head towards the sun, when she passed on the street, half the heads of the passers-by turned.

Then, several couples passing by will be crushed.

The attempts to spoil the Goddess Church did not end here. We abandoned formal language and used informal language. When a nobleman asked for a saint’s blessing along with a large sum of money, he secretly cursed and told them to be mad.

(The exception was when I asked for a blessing for my newborn child. I did it quietly and with all my heart.)

I made a mess of the room and ate powdery snacks on the carpet. Even though the priests begged me to attend the prayer meeting today, I never went. I didn’t even go to volunteer work.

I always walked around with a frown on my face and glared at others. Even when I said hello, they ignored me. When someone curses, I take it back. I tried to meet men to spread the scandal, but that was too much.

However, since the clothes were attire, even if nothing was done, the disturbing rumors spread easily.

This was the reason why a goddess from the Goddess Church was suddenly attending the academy. The Goddess Church, unable to handle her rebellious spirit, exiled the saint to the academy. I hope you change your mind.

That’s how a very skimpily dressed tree frog saint appeared in the academy.

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As a result, the saint’s daily routine was very similar to that of Lupin. I wake up, take class, and then sleep. At this point, the academy has not yet opened, so even the intermediate courses have been skipped.

wake up and sleep Its repetition.

When I was bored, I went to the library and read books. Still, if I had time left, I thought about how I could further upgrade the saint’s clothes (which seemed to be about 45% of the original version). Now, it was at a level where it wouldn’t be considered clothes at all, so delicate adjustments were needed.

The saint’s duties were more than expected. Participating in all kinds of sacred events was part of the job, and when important issues arose, there was also the duty of leading the priests and paladins to resolve them. You should also write thank you letters to those who have made large donations.

Since all these tasks were given to the priests below, I had no choice but to have time left.

In the repetition of such boring daily life….

“…….”

An equivalent exchange of panties and a magic sword occurred.

The devastation on the veranda was still ongoing. The saintess thought as she swung the magic sword she had picked up in the air. What kind of bastard is this?

Using a magic sword is a serious crime.

The reason was simple. This is because it is so immoral and destined for destruction someday. There have been attempts to infuse consciousness into weapons since ancient times, but only one method was successful. Tracing someone’s soul in a weapon.

The soul suffers infinitely in a lump of metal where blood does not flow. You can think, but you can’t move, so it’s like being trapped in a narrow tube and not being able to move.

That is why a ‘good ego sword’ could not exist.

No matter how noble a soul is, if it spends about 300 years in an enclosed space, it will go crazy. The destination of all ego swords was the corrupted demonic sword.

Therefore, it was possible to determine that it was a magic sword just by consciously speaking about it. Because there is no manufacturing method other than adding souls. There was a reason why I immediately sealed it after only hearing the first verse.

“Is this a provocation?”

If he had just thrown away the magic sword and retreated, you might think he was wasting his time at the Goddess Church because he didn’t want to get involved in troublesome matters. No matter how you think about it, destroying the laundry drying rack and taking away the panties was a provocation.

How should we catch the culprit? As the saintess was lost in thought, there was a loud knock on the door. And then the priestess peeked her face out through the crack in the door.

“That saint.”

“I’m not going. No matter what you called me for, I won’t go.”

“You just paid the meeting fee. You said you wanted to meet the saint…”

“I said I’m not going. Do you want to see another sheath added to the saint’s clothes?”

The priestess’s expression turned pale at the threat that was dizzying just to hear. However, it was too heavy a task to back down from here, so the priestess closed her eyes tightly and continued speaking.

“Professor Kyo… Professor Alejandro has something important to say!”

“Professor?”

Alejandro menu bar. Professor in charge of 『Introduction to Basic Elements』.

Although he had outstanding skills, he was an annoying person. I should say that I could feel the self-love in each accent, but the narcissism was so strong that I felt sick just looking at it. Because it seems like half the world should love you. I didn’t want to meet you.

Still, if he were a professor and had to pay an interview fee that would break the backs of an ordinary family. We’ll have to meet. It was important to give a shit to the church, but it was also important to be proud of yourself.

Fair trade must be maintained.

If you paid a reasonable price without any reservations, you should receive the product.

Saint Tara put the magic sword on her belt and went down to the drawing room.

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Professor Alejandro spoke seriously while stroking his mustache.

“It must be hex.”

“?”

“I thought about it for a while. How could I have reached the level of a fable… and fell under the illusionary magic of a wizard who couldn’t even tell a fable? Then this morning, as the sunlight seeped through the window, a ray of light passed through my mind. The Goddess’ blessing. There’s no doubt about it.”

“There is no sunlight in the goddess’s symbol.”

Professor Alejandro didn’t care. He was busy pouring out words, intoxicated with his own thoughts, as if he had been contacted. The saint silently struck the magic field. Because spit splashed.

“I heard it clearly then, Alejandro, don’t be discouraged, that wizard of the purple magic tower used hex! Yes, warlocks use the souls of poor victims to enhance the effects of their magic! That bastard definitely used black magic. … Of course!”

“Yeah what… so?”

“I’m going to inform you of the evil warlock who disguised himself as a professor who recently entered the academy! I can’t hold back for the sake of the students’ safety and the future of the empire. Let’s deal with it as soon as possible. What if the guy who senses my pursuit erases his traces and runs away! ”

Thanks to the 30-minute feast that followed, ‘It wasn’t my fault that I lost,’ the saint was able to understand the whole story. It seemed that the self-reliant wizard who was newly in charge of 『Responding to Illusion Magic』 had taken a hit at Alejandro.

The saint didn’t think much of it. It must have been a grand mistake on the part of Professor Alejandro, who exploded with a sense of inferiority. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Alejandro reported this about four times a year.

So I know the solution.

I don’t know who it is, but I’m going to the wizard of self-esteem. And ‘I’d like to wrap some chocolate for Professor Alejandro and say hello to him.’ If you say that, everything will be solved.

As quickly as he started, he was able to relax as quickly. It will be resolved immediately if the self-taught wizard involved pays just a little lip service. ‘Your talent shines like a star! ‘I’m sorry I misunderstood you before.’ He’ll be flirting like this.

To do that, we need to meet.

The saintess listened to Professor Alejandro’s words with one ear and let them go with the other, then declared the interview time to be over and stood up. For the first time in a while, I was thinking of going for a walk and looking for a magician.

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Meanwhile, at the same time.

Warlock Bennett felt that an in-depth investigation into self-reliant wizards was necessary. The more you know about how the 2nd Prince’s faction plans to attack the 3rd Prince and when, the easier it will be to use it.

There was no way the operation would involve just one magic sword. Even seemingly meaningless actions, such as a self-proclaimed wizard meeting women like a lecher or visiting an underwear store, must have a purpose.

The wizard still had many secrets. And the proper way to find out secrets is… tailing. Bennett donned his academy uniform and blended into the crowd.

We will follow the self-reliant wizard from an appropriate distance.

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Meanwhile, at the same time.

Niore was thinking while looking at her panties. I need to return it, but how do I return it? Who owns the panties in the first place? Since it was lying around on the laundry drying rack in the balcony, the voice heard from inside the balcony door… must have been the owner of the panties.

I imagined it for a moment. Holding a whiteboard, you go to the Goddess Church building. and.

If you walk around holding a whiteboard that says

[Looking for the owner of the underwear!] with both hands…

it’s impossible. No matter how I thought about it, the picture was strange. I thought it would be better to stop by the balcony at night and return it. Niore put her panties in her arms.

Then the second worry.

It’s about the 2nd prince’s evil plan. A great storm was about to hit the Academy… Many people would be killed or taken away. Even innocent people will be caught up in it. As the blood of the imperial family is heavy, the aftermath will be brutal.

[Can’t I stop it?]

I wrote it on the whiteboard. I thought deeply while looking at the sentence. Will he, who is only a little sharp-eyed, be able to stand up to the storm and protect the peace of the Academy?

“…….”

No, I wasn’t alone.

A man who ran away with a magic sword. He said that he stole the magic sword because he thought it was a valuable item, but when he thought about it, it was a strange statement.

How did he know that it was a magic sword?

In Niore’s eyes, the long sword that the man had put down on the balcony looked ordinary. Didn’t Niore chase after him from the beginning because he thought it was a person buried in the hole? I found out because the man revealed that he was a demon sword.

Niore thinks… the man was trying to stop the second prince’s evil plan. Isn’t that the only reason to run away with the buried magic sword? Maybe he’s on the side of justice.

He ran away because he misunderstood that he was on the second prince’s side, but if they met again, the misunderstanding would be resolved. And let’s seek cooperation. Since he wants to stop the firestorm at the academy, let’s work together to stop it.

To meet that man once again….

The people who buried the magic sword. Two people: a wizard and a beauty. They were the key to this matter. Let’s follow them. Gather information and stop evil plans.

If that man is trying to stop the 2nd prince’s plan, he will eventually chase the wizard. You may encounter them again while following them. Okay, fighting, you are not alone. Let’s cheer up.

Niore stood up vigorously and set out to find the duo of the wizard and the beauty.

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“There are three people on your trail.”

“Why is a new professor at the academy being followed?”

I was so dumbfounded that I burst out laughing. What are you saying that three people are following me because I did something? I haven’t even had my first class.

A word from the author (author review)

The day is… warm! It’s warm! I can finally run outside for a bit. It’s a good day that I couldn’t wait for.

Yesterday it was very warm, but the road was a bit slushy. Crunchy.

The ice was only half melted and I felt that if I jumped on it, I would get to Valhalla faster, so I held back yesterday.

Thank you for today! Take care and see you tomorrow!

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