10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Speaking of which, I haven't even hitched a walk with just the two of us, Cottaro."

A beast path in a wooden tree where the early summer sun shoots in.

Eugene was speaking to Cottalow, who walked slightly forward.

Waving his tail with a boom, wow! and Cotareau replies. Right, Yuji, but I think you're saying.

Inside the elf, its depths.

A place where you are supposed to 'take a rare man when he comes'.

It seems that only rare people and elf guardians are allowed in, and the Alice and Kevin who were accompanying them are waiting at the entrance.

Eugene took Kotalou down the beast path.

"Really, it looks like we're taking a walk in the park. Nevertheless... I wonder what it is."

It is a pleasant one.

When I finally found out about the rare people, I was hoping to do it earlier, but it seemed to be in the natural air.

Going through the woods often.

I see an open space at the end of the beast path.

"Square? No, it sounds like there's a building too. Ah, Cottaro!

Kotalou rushes out a potpourring Eugene.

I guess Cottalow was wondering, too.

Hurry up and chase Eugene.

Without immersing himself in the emotions, he reached the square lightly.

"Eh, Cottaro is... oh, there he is. Cottaro, suddenly..."

Eugene was shaking her head at the entrance to the square looking for Cottalow.

I seem to have found it right away, but the word I was about to say to Cottalow stops.

Cottaro, who was ahead of Eugene.

Cotareau was lying in the corner of the square.

Ha-ha-ha, exhaling, his eyes looking at the front.

Ahead of Cotareau's gaze.

There it was, two big stones.

It is impossible that Eugene's words have stopped.

The two stones that had been prepared could only be considered so, no matter how they were seen.

"This... tomb, right?"

Reese's grandmother had told me that the rare man and father of the first king, Tessa, had died in this elf.

There should be.

Swallow gokuri and spit, and Eugene takes the walk.

On the front of the cottage, to the two tomb markers.

"Name, I guess. The letters of this world and... English? Well, he's a rare man."

Eugene standing in front of the tomb mark on the left.

It was made a long time ago, but it must have been taken care of by a guardian.

He stares at the letters that remain unbeaten by the wind and rain.

"Case, I think Keith. What's your family name... what is this? Sukhmid, Stymit, ah, do you know how to read if you look at the letters in this world? Keith Schmidt. What country are you from?"

Eugene attempts to read the inscribed letters on the grave marker.

But I couldn't seem to read Keith Schmidt.

I can't read the letters of the world I was in, and Eugene is getting a lot more stained as I grasp the name with the letters of this world.

"1880-1950. This is A.D., right?...... yeah? But it's weird. It's only been about 70 years, and they don't know it's going to be after Tessa... oh, is it possible she was protected and lived in seclusion"

Eugene thinking as she says bumps.

"Oh, I don't know anymore!

Say it out loud, Eugene.

and pay off the dirt on the grave marker and join hands.

He seems to be praying to his ancestor's grave when he doesn't know how to do it.

When I open my eyes, I take the black box out of my back sac.

It is a camera wrapped in a handmade shock absorbing exterior.

"Excuse me, let me shoot"

After a single call, Eugene sets up a camera to shoot.

It's not to be praised, but it's still important information.

In other words, I am willing to throw a round as I shoot after saying I don't know.

Then Eugene shifts her gaze to the next grave marker.

"So I guess this is Tessa. Japanese? I knew Tessa was... is that it?

What got into Eugene's eyes were similar local letters and numbers earlier.

And it was the kanji of the original world.

Eugene, and as the residents of the bulletin board speculated, it seems Tessa was Japanese.

But.

"In this language, it's Tessa Takahashi. But what is this? No, I can read kanji, yeah. Takahashi Tuliwei Dream.... I don't think so. Dori? Oh, no way. Read it as it is, Dream?... ha, I wonder if it's half."

Eyes wide open, Eugene.

The speculation that the rare man Tessa is not Japanese, the kanji supporting it.

In local terms, it says Tessa Takahashi, but for some reason Kanji is an Earthly Wei dream. Probably a dream.

Eugene, you seem confused.

Plus.

"What? 1994-2150? Huh?"

Look at the numbers engraved on the grave marker, and Eugene makes an odd noise.

"Reese's grandmother said Tessa was 16 and she came here, so she came here in 2010. That's good. No, it's not good. 2150? 'Cause I, yes?

It is also natural to make odd noises.

The inscribed A.D., the demise of Tessa and the rare, is the future for Eugene and the residents of the bulletin board.

Eugene's confusion only deepens.

One! And a loud chirp echoes in the square. It is a cottage. Hey, Yuji, I think I'm gonna say take a piss.

Eugene, finally returning to me, hands together again before putting the tomb marker in the picture.

What is this, and still whining?

"Yeah. Turns out I'm not sure, but I took this one anyway. Next..."

Eugene, it is solitary. As usual.

Standing up Eugene looks back and looks to the other side of the square.

There was a small building there.

Wooden, dirt walls.

The roof is lined with grass as a thatch.

Something that looks like a handicap, something that looks like an edge.

It is clearly a building that mimics Japanese houses.

"It won't be long just for the grave... and it'll take a while for the rare people to get back when they get here, right there. Kotaro, do you think there are any people here?

Eugene, loud and solitary.

No, there was a voice that responded to Eugene's words.

It is a cottage.

One, one, two big times. I don't want to be alone, I guess.

"Um, what do you think? Why don't you come in anyway?"

Though the will of Cotareau did not seem to pass on to Eugene.

"Grandpa Shizu. Anybody home?

Eugene hands on a wooden drawer that was in a place like the entrance.

By the way, the drawer doesn't pull forward and open. The type of door that slides sideways is called a drawer.

Make a gallery noise and the door opens.

"No reply. I wonder if anyone is there after all.... I guess I'll take my shoes off here"

There is no voice to respond to Eugene's words.

In front of you is the so-called earth.

Looking to the left and from the outside, you can see the raised frame (or town) in the direction where the obstacle was located.

Eugene taking off her shoes and going up.

Remove the cloth from the back sac and wipe the foot of the cottage.

One person and one person turn around and open the door mimicking the fusima.

"Tatami? Something's different in color, and it's weird in shape..."

He is a dangerous man with a lot of solitary talk.

Leaving such Yuji, Kotaro enters the Japanese-style room.

I seemed concerned about the central wooden table, the three crates placed on top of it.

Smell the cunt and the crate, staring at Eugene. Open it up, I think.

"I don't mean every building like us... I feel like I've made it this way"

He is talking to himself as he looks indoors with Kyoro Kyoro.

Hurry up, One! and barking cottalows.

"Oh yeah, I don't know what it is. Here. Is that a ball-box? No, the small ones are one and the big ones are two. Is it the tongue-cutting sparrow because of its different size? Hey, I don't know, ha."

Light slapping Eugene. Apparently you're nervous.

Wooden table, sitting in front of three crates.

Eugene's hand is shaking.

Or I seem to have made an unparalleled association with my own light mouth when I said ball-box or tongue-cutting sparrow.

"Well, you know, if you open it, there's no way you're gonna get smoke and get old, Kotaro, it's not magic. When I open the big one, I can't believe it's a monster, a snake, a bug, a wax."

There is no answer for Cotareau. There is more magic. The monster is unknown, but there are also monsters.

"To the rare, huh? All three are engraved with the same letters. All right, then, from the little guy."

Eugene, I guess I imagined even though I didn't think that was possible.

The correct answer to what I say with a tongue-cutting sparrow, reach for the small crate and open the lid.

"Parchment? The Guisserie lettering in these words..."

It must be information on rare people, or something written for the next rare person to come.

A bunch of parchment paper, nearly 20 cm thick, had a tight lettering on each sheet.

I just tried to read it, Eugene, but Cottalow pulls my cuff. I think I'd like to say that we can wait till we find something else.

"Oh yeah, let's just open it a little later to read"

Eugene, it looks like you're following the dog's instructions.

Of the two large crates, open the lid of the one that was on the left.

"Uh... clothes? And what is it? Here."

What was inside was a bunch of old clothes and parchment.

"Parchment in the world over here? Right. But it says... English? Is that German?

I turned the parallax and parchment and tried to read it, Eugene, but I couldn't seem to read it.

Or just like the language of this world, if you read it with the correct pronunciation, you might understand it.

"Maybe something written by someone named Keith Schmidt. That means the last box is"

Eugene, I think I sent you first.

Continue to reach for the third crate and open the lid.

"I knew it. A high school uniform? This one's got a bunch of parchment and... a smartphone?

Eugene looks at the contents and opens her eyes.

"After all, is Takahashi a Japanese person? But then there's time... can't you get a smartphone? Well, I guess so."

I've touched it, but I'm not responding to the smartphone. Well, Eugene seemed to have figured it out.

Then Eugene takes out a bunch of parchment.

"... written in Japanese"

Parallax and parchment turning Eugene.

Gradually the hand turning the page slows down.

Without realizing it, Eugene was immersed in reading.

Kotalou is riding a sitting Eugene leech, his head out between his arms and peeking into parchment paper. I guess you're going to be reading with Eugene. He is a wise dog. I can't read the letters though. You can't read it.

And.

After reading through a bunch of parchment, Eugene was weeping.

Kotalou licking Eugene's cheek with a coun and a worried voice. She is a kind woman.

"Thank you, Cottaro."

Eugene hugs Kotalou as if to make sure he is warm.

One and one lean in, and eventually Eugene opens her mouth.

"Cottaro, I knew I wouldn't pay you back."

Eugene's voice was trembling.

Stop licking your tears and stare at Eugene Cottalow.

"That doesn't mean I really want to return, and there's Alice and everyone over here, and I'm connected to Sakura and everyone online, and generally the house is over here."

Kotalou barks one at a time so as to block Eugene's words. You don't have to connect, just say.

"Thank you, Kotaro."

Eugene hugs Cottalow.

From Eugene's eyes, tears spill again.

Time slowly passes as one person and one person hold each other.

"The rare people who visit the place, they long time".

As such an elder said, it seemed to take a long time until one and one stood up.