Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 61

EP.61

After burying the cat’s body in the front yard, the three people gathered together with a bloody box in the middle.

A chilling warning. Anticipated raids create a constant state of tension. It’s the same as deploying guerrilla tactics to prevent the enemy from resting during a war.

Therefore, the surest way is to find it first and deal with it. Bennett said, glaring at the warning sign.

“Can you trace the sender?”

[If a little more information comes in. It’s still not enough. I analyzed the footprints coming and going in front of the mansion, and each time it was a different person. Everyone seems to have a certain physique.]

“To sum it up, is this an organization that mentions God and can control many people? It’s so powerful that I’m rather suspicious.”

As Bennett was lost in thought after listening to Niore’s analysis, Tara next to him let out his anger by banging on the table.

“It’s clearly the work of those guys from the Silver Twilight Church or something!”

“Don’t jump to conclusions. The Silver Twilight Church has no reason to interfere with the research. Abraham’s research calculating the speed of the approaching cosmic disaster does not appear to be religious. This religious message may be a camouflage.”

“Then who the hell did that?!”

“Abraham said he was a professor, but he is a scholar. It may be a conflict of interest with another scholar. That would be the closest reason he could steal or interfere with research.”

[But if another scholar in competition had planned this… would they resort to such gruesome measures? They even put surveillance on the mansion. There would be no reason to mention God.]

Niore’s opinion was valid. Bennett nodded his head in agreement, tied up his story, and offered his own conclusion.

“I do not deny that the Silver Twilight Church is suspicious. However, drawing a conclusion should only be done after clear evidence is discovered. Mistakes can occur.”

As he pronounced the mistake, Bennett looked at Tara intently. It was a look of anxiety. Niore clearly had an excessive sense of justice, but there had been no unsettling factors so far. Tara had a clear attachment to Abraham.

But Bennett’s gaze did not reach him. Tara was just biting her fingernails as she remembered someone sending Abraham a malicious package.

“I don’t know what kind of bastard it is, but as long as you catch it, I won’t let you go!”

“…lower your voice and get on.”

“Aren’t you even angry?!”

“It’s nothing to be so angry about. They’re strangers.”

It’s only been four days since we met. Bennett swallowed back his words.

Even Abraham was a man from another world. In the end, if you attach affection, you will only suffer losses. Abraham also had suspicious circumstances. What does research mean to the elderly that they go to the extent of receiving such threats?

“There is something else to focus on: the glowing scalene polyhedron. We need to investigate what it is, what it looks like, and who owns it.”

[But how should we investigate?]

“Crazy… the wizard mentioned its existence in his report. That means he was able to obtain information about the glowing scalene polyhedron. There must be a clue somewhere.”

[…….]

Niore sat down on his knees, thought deeply, and hastily wrote a sentence on his white board as if something came to mind.

[Wouldn’t there be information at the academy or university?]

“University… Miskatonic? The one where Abraham is a professor?”

[yes. I heard it was a professional educational facility. There are a lot of books. If something existed in the world, there would have been a record, and if so, it would be in the library of Miskatonic University…]

“Yes! We have to protect Abraham for the investigation, right? Abraham is a professor! He might be able to take us to the university!”

Before Niore could write a sentence, Tara interjected, her eyes shining. Bennett clicked his tongue when he saw the obvious intent.

It was a turning point. Should we continue the search while leaving the unsettling element of Tara’s feelings behind, or should we point it out here? Is this something that needs to be resolved or is it something that can be tolerated?

Bennett weighed several things and considered them. A crazy professor’s intention to send students to another world under the guise of being a subject. Safe navigation. The favor towards Abraham, a good man, and the risks that are gradually becoming apparent.

And the growing frustration.

Bennett came to an impulsive conclusion.

“Or let’s ask Abraham to find out. He knows a lot, so I’m sure…”

bang!

Bennett cut Tara off by slamming his fist on the table. Then he lowered his voice and spat out venomously.

“I think you’re misunderstanding the important part.”

“what…?”

“Our goal is not to protect Abraham. In fact, depending on the situation, it may be advantageous for Abraham to die. The danger will be eliminated and we can gain a base.”

“What? How can you say something like that…! You’re going to kill Abraham?”

Udangtang.

When Bennett made an extreme assumption, Tara jumped up and glared at him. The chair that was pushed away by the razor-sharp waves collapsed.

Bennett ground his teeth. He quietly dragged his chair to his feet and glared at Tara without dodging. He had to fulfill his purpose. So, I couldn’t just ignore the play that lowered the plan’s success rate.

He raised his voice.

“Listen carefully. I didn’t say kill them. I said dying would be more advantageous in the situation. What I’m saying is to be aware of it. Don’t hesitate at an important moment!”

“I can’t believe it, how good Abraham treated us?!”

A vein stands in my neck and sparks leap out of my eyes.

“You are from another world. The world you live in is not this one! Didn’t you form a team to prevent the bloodshed that would occur at the academy?!”

“Are you saying it’s okay for people from other worlds to die?! Do you even think this is an illusion or a fake? Should I just say the obvious that life is precious?”

parallel parallel lines. At the end.

“Life has priorities…!”

“Don’t try to take my family away from me…!!”

[stop!]

Uddangtang-!

Niore threw the chair. The chair flew between Bennett and Tara, rolling loudly across the floor. Only then did the two look back at Niore.

On her white board she put down things like, “Don’t fight.” It was full of traces of sentences such as “Why don’t we stay calm and talk” that had been written and then erased.

Niore took a deep breath and let out her sigh.

[I’ll take Tara with you, Bennett. Get on it. Let’s talk again tomorrow.]

“…okay.”

“…….”

The situation is over. Niore led Tara up to her room while Bennett cleaned up her messy living room, holding her throbbing head.

It was not a matter of raising one’s voice.

I could have spoken more gently, and maybe acquiescing would have been a better option.

Looking back, Bennett seems angry. As he honestly looked at Tara, who was in a position to share affection with someone, he wondered if she hated herself for not being able to do so. If that were the case, it would have been really funny.

It would already be too late to go back.

Bennett slammed his head against the wall and mumbled. His self-deprecating bitter smile stuck out from his lips like an awl and pierced his heart.

“…Who am I?”

Doing anything to get her brother back.

It will create confusion and fear in the academy and ultimately lead to the deaths of numerous students.

Warlock.

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Isaac’s room. Now it’s Niore and Tara’s room.

The arrangement of the furniture may change slightly, or the way the blankets are folded may change. It was a space where Isaac’s traces were gradually erased and his place began to be filled with the traces of the two people.

Tara climbed onto the bed and curled herself up against him. Low-key emotions dangled from the tips of her thin eyelashes. A gloomy atmosphere continued.

Niore listened to the silence.

Tara muttered as she looked at one side of her wall. It seemed like it was a monologue, and it also felt like she was speaking to Niore.

“…Do you think I look strange too?”

[yes. I think it’s strange. Abraham is a good person and I think I want to help… but Tara already sees Abraham as her family, right?]

“…….”

[I think Bennett’s words were harsh. Sometimes he acts like he has to give up everything to get one thing. Still, Tara… I think the speed at which we bonded was fast enough to be worrying.]

Niore gave a concerned look. As if her warm eyes were melting Tara’s frozen lips, a rambling story began to flow out one by one.

“…I don’t have a family. I had one, but it’s gone. We had a really good relationship…”

[I’m listening.]

“Every time my dad and mom woke up in the morning and made eye contact, they looked at me with happy eyes. I saw the same expression in my parents’ eyes. I still miss that look in their eyes.”

[I think so.]

“Sometimes Abraham’s eyes contain the sunlight that I saw in my parents’ eyes. When I see those eyes, I am reminded of the times I spent with my family and can be immersed in happiness for a moment….”

[What happened?]

Tara’s eyes trembled widely at that question. I started looking back on things from the past. The memory of resentment still sticks to her heart like tar.

It happened one warm summer.

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#0: Tara’s Memories

Tara, a clothing store girl living in a small city, wanted only one thing. It was to live happily with her family. I don’t want to live a glamorous and wealthy life like a princess in a fairy tale, so I just live like everyone else.

She wakes up in the morning like a normal person, sleeps through the day, straightens her back, smoothes out the wrinkles in the clothes hanging out, displays the trendy clothes so that she can see them off, and sees her father off as he goes out to meet the wholesaler.

While guarding the clothing store, when the sun sets over the end of the clock tower, I take turns going out for a walk with my mom, and when the sun sets, I return home… and have a hearty meal with mom and dad.

I was hoping that that kind of daily life would continue forever.

But misfortune came very suddenly.

Summer, when the warm sun beats down on all things, is the perfect time for bugs and maggots to boil. Corruption and pollution thrived under the warm sun’s watch.

Is it the fault of the gravedigger who neglected to dispose of the corpse, saying it was difficult in the summer heat, or the fault of the security guard who did not bother to patrol the back alleys, or the fault of the beggar who stabbed his neighbor to death for a piece of hard bread? The lord who did not bother to take care of the lower class. Is it because of .

A plague broke out in the city.

Many people groaned in pain, and Tara’s parents couldn’t escape it either. She died day by day with blue spots blooming all over her body.

Tara somehow didn’t catch the plague. She went out of her way to save her mother and father. First, I went to see a priest.

The temple was full of people. She was filled with pitiful pleas for her life. There was also Tara in the gap.

Those who were rich or powerful could receive treatment, but those who were not were turned away by the priest. Tara was kicked out.

Afterwards she went to see an alchemist and then went to see a wizard.

But all her answers were negative. It’s a disease I’ve never seen before, so it takes time. The plague won’t reach the Magic Tower, so it’s none of my business, etc.

No matter how hard I tried, there was no way. Tara had to just watch her parents grow more emaciated by the day. Meanwhile, a miracle happened.

Tara, the girl from her clothing store, was chosen as a candidate for sainthood.

There was hope that her family could be saved.

She told her priests who came to her house that she would become a saint and devote her life to serving her goddess, and that she would have one wish come true. She asked that her family be spared.

They said:

“If she is a candidate for sainthood and officially becomes a saint, her family members should also be treated with due respect.”

I was happy. I was just happy that I could save her family. Tara’s heart was pounding like it was going to explode. If she becomes a saint, she…she won’t be able to live in one house like she used to. Still, we are alive and well, and we will be able to meet and share a friendly look from time to time.

Tara obediently did as she was told. She began the long process of becoming a saint. She rode in a richly decorated carriage and headed to the main temple of the Goddess Church. For a week she washed her body with holy water and drilled the scriptures into her head.

They ate her delicious food, treated her hair with perfumed oils, and had her priestesses delicately grind and trim her Tara’s nails. Tara becomes anxious and wonders when she will become a saint. If you ask whether these things are necessary actions.

Her reply came back that it was an old tradition and should be followed.

She became nervous. A month has already passed. Will her family be okay? She said the priests would take care of her, so she would be okay. because.

The priests who had treated Tara, the clothing store girl, with disdain, served her faithfully. With a smile in full bloom, she wished for her saintly blessing.

Tara was disgusted as she remembered their staring looks, but she was also convinced.

The title of saint had the authority to change the attitude of those upright priests like flipping the palm of their hand.

therefore.

There was no way she wasn’t okay. It’s the saint’s family. It was natural to take extreme care of it unless something strange happened.

I’m sure you’re doing well. I’m sure it will.

she repeated. As the day went by, Tara’s face became paler and the corners of her eyes became sunken with worry. The priests were intoxicated with their religion and were just happy and moved by her saintly birth.

As religious zeal arose in the denomination, Tara withered.

After a long, long, ostentatious show. Tara was presented with golden petals and her sacred tiara to the cheers of many. She was officially recognized by the church and became a saint.

She was a golden return.

Now that she had achieved unimaginable wealth and fame, it was time to give it to her family. We eat delicious food together and since we are part of the saint’s family, we call the priests when we are sick. He said it was thanks to her parents that I became a saint and gave her honor….

There really was a mountain of things I wanted to do and do.

Tara, the clothing store girl, became Tara, a saint, and returned to her family.

Her family was suffering from a plague and dying.

Saint Tara was perverse.

Tara, who had finished her short story, mumbled in her dry voice.

She said, “The church didn’t grant me a single request. It was to save her family. I didn’t want any damn gold or silver treasures or glory, I only wanted that one thing.”

[…….]

“She was able to heal with her divine power. All I had to do was recite one spell while the priests who came to her house to see me were screaming that I should go to the main altar to help her saint. They lived.”

There was anger in Tara’s eyes, but her tone was calm. Like she has a hard time getting angry. In a very tired voice.

“Her divine power is evidence of her closeness to the Goddess. They did not use her divine power to fully enjoy the moment of her saintly birth with the Goddess. To enjoy religious joy. They thought that someone would do it for them. ….”

Caught up in their own beliefs. Because they did not consider anything else important for their religious joy.

so. She was still resentful.

The priests who were so absorbed in religion that they neglected Tara and her family. And their words and actions.

They say that we should be thankful that we were born as commoners and enjoyed a dramatic rise in social status.

She said that if God cares for her, how can she reject it with personal human feelings?

Anyway, since things have come to this, shouldn’t we just live with the flow? They say that what has passed does not come back, so there is nothing we can do about it.

She was extremely resentful. And her resentment spread like wildfire toward herself.

Should she have run to her family instead of listening to what they said? Why did I believe what the priests said? What if just one person had paid attention? She enjoyed all kinds of luxury for a month, but how much pain did her mom and dad feel during that time?

Her breaking the guidelines of her order was as much defiance as her conscience would allow. And she herself knew its meaninglessness.

“I know. This won’t bring mom and her dad back….”

Tara slammed her fists on the bed. How many times. Then, she finally let out her inner thoughts, expressing her longing for her family.

“But, but… you can think back to that time when you were happy, even if only for a moment, in another world…”

[…….]

Niore silently patted Tara on the back. Tara cried in Niore’s arms.

The whitish pattern inside Niore’s eyes flashed for a moment and then disappeared.

The night passed quietly, with the occasional sniffling sound.

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Bennett couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the whimper he overheard as he passed through the hallway, or maybe it was the agony growing in his heart. Then I suddenly thought of the night sky. He climbed the stairs of the trapdoor and headed to the rooftop.

Abraham, who was counting the stars, looked back.

“Who is it? Oh, it’s you.”

“…….”

Bennett avoided the old man’s gaze.

Maybe it’s because of the feeling of debt that remains in my heart. Even if there was no one involved, the purpose was to remind Tara of her goal.

The thought that it might be better to kill Abraham remained in Bennett’s heart and pricked his conscience. Because the old man treated them with good intentions.

The old man stroked his beard a few times and then he said quietly:

“Miss Tara and Niore didn’t come out of their room. What happened?”

“…we had a fight.”

“I won’t ask what’s going on, but I think you need a change of scenery. Would you like to sit next to me?”

“…yes.”

Bennett pulled out a round chair and sat down next to Abraham. It was nice to see a cool breeze blowing and the stars twinkling. However, the reason the sky looks particularly dull is probably a matter of mindset.

Abraham looked at his telescope and spoke in silence. Like casting a fishing rod into the sea, silence is a great bait for eliciting conversation. In the silence, Bennett suddenly asked:

“I saw the package.”

“It’s rare for a young person to listen to the advice of an old man. I understand. I already saw it, so I’m asking… how was it?”

“…Why are you continuing your research? I didn’t think it would end with blackmail. It’s not like you need a source of income.”

“I guess you’re curious as to why this old man is risking his life to research?”

Abraham chuckled. The old man took his eyes off the telescope and turned to sit facing Bennett. He organized his thoughts while rubbing his wrinkled hands.

“I’m not stubborn just because I don’t have much time left to live. I still want to live a long time. There are a lot of things I haven’t done and I haven’t yet reconciled with my daughter.”

“Then you should even quit.”

“But this research will definitely be helpful to humanity. Even if it turns out to be the worst outcome that can be imagined… it will at least give us time to prepare our minds. If we are lucky, we will have a few hundred million years of reprieve.” “If given, it will be a clue to uncover the inner secrets of the universe.”

“…Isn’t that humanity threatening Abraham? By sending things like cat carcasses.”

In Bennett’s view, the world was full of evil.

The number of times he kills others to achieve his own goals is truly countless. There were as many stars as there were in the night sky. Bennett himself was one of those ominous stars.

It was a harsh world, so all you had to do was live for yourself. Why does he have a need to serve others? At that question, Abraham grinned, showing his teeth.

“I know. People are shit. They’re like flies that lay eggs without caring whose body it is.”

“…….”

Bennett froze for a moment at the harsh words that came from the mouth of the kind Abraham. The old man chuckled and continued speaking.

“I wonder how many people I have met at this age. I know that most of them live only looking ahead and stab without hesitation. But if you throw shit at others just because they do it… won’t there only be more sad people in this world? . This is the area of mathematical gain and loss. And…”

“…….”

“Isn’t it great to make a big contribution to the advancement of humanity?”

“Cool… you mean?”

“Yes. It’s something every scholar dreams of. Saving the world with a theory I created. It’s been my dream since I was young.”

Bennett looked at him wondering if it was a joke, but Abraham’s eyes were honest and transparent. The old man’s eyes were sparkling like a dreaming boy. It was a childish reason, but…

What is Bennett? He thought he knew.

Like all boys, Bennett dreamed of becoming a warrior when he was young. He carries around a sword, defeats villains, and saves the princess.

Bennett was able to discover in the old man’s eyes a fragment of his innocent days, which had been torn down and broken by circumstances and time.

A dream.

Still his purpose was no different. Will do anything to save his sister. Even if he ends up hurting a lot of people at the Academy. however….

If you are given one chance.

If an object called a shining trapezoid could provide a way to avoid harming others. perhaps. You might want to walk that path. Bennett thought so. He felt some of the strength drain from his shoulders.

Bennett spoke to Abraham with a slightly lighter heart. The old man willingly joined the young man’s conversation. The story went back and forth.

That’s how the night ended.

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Morning hallway. Bennett ran into Tara. There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Niore wondered what he should throw this time if there was another fight from behind.

After a brief battle of nerves, Bennett spoke first.

“I think my words were extreme. Don’t apologize.”

“…Did I eat something wrong?”

Bennett took a deep breath and collected his thoughts. I spat it out.

“My thoughts still haven’t changed. If there comes a situation where I have to sacrifice someone, I would rather sacrifice Abraham than you all. So….”

“…….”

“Let’s do our best to prevent that from happening. Do you think you can understand this?”

“…Okay, okay.”

Bennett held out his hand and Tara took it. Niore gave a standing ovation for the monumental reconciliation. I thought I could put his mind at ease now.

The breakfast table that day was cheerful. Bennett also seemed to have relaxed a bit and talked to Abraham without any hesitation. Tara also enjoyed the atmosphere. When viewed from a distance, they looked so close that they looked like a family.

“Shouldn’t we at least do the dishes soon? Me and Niore have been taking turns doing it.”

“I only use two plates, but you use three. To be fair…”

at that time.

I’m sorry. do. The door to the mansion opened.

Again. Again. The sound of shoe heels. A woman wearing a pure white dress came into the house with her white hair flowing.

Is it because of her clothes or because of her eyes that seem to be looking somewhere far away? She felt mysterious, as if she was walking through another world.

Abraham’s eyes widened like never before and his mouth opened.

“…Isaac.”

“My family has grown while I haven’t seen him, father.”

Abraham’s daughter Isaac returned.

A word from the author (author review)

tardy…! I will add a review later!

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Lately, I’ve been getting greedy and putting things in and putting things in, so it keeps getting delayed…!

If you’re late once, it’s cute, but if you’re late three or four times, it’s a bad night. I apologize my friends…!

The serialization time is a solid promise between the reader and the writer, but it is shameful that the promise is constantly broken.

I will work hard. sorry!

See next episode