A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

In a royal carriage bound for Darms Aldan.

The living room was overflowing with people, with all the schneizers that should have gone to the separate room until earlier.

Three days had passed since then, and the sky, which should have been heavily rained, was clear, and there was a certain blue sky with about one cloud.

Nem is looking out the window and squashing his time.

The political ministry was reading the book "Borrowed from Heirkwalt", Death and Life Fool and Deception.

As its name suggests, this book describes magic about death and life.

Fooling and deceiving death means "magic to give or gain life”.

And fooling and deceiving life is "magic to give or gain death”.

And this “magic to live” hides the key to saving Toa, the political sect thinks.

And just now, I think I found one.

That's what I saw once before when I found this book.

Since he got this book, the political sect has been trying to read it if he has time.

But he never seemed to understand.

I managed to understand one thing. Even so, it seems to be just reason.

Although I understand it superficially, I mean, I don't know if I can use the healer's political ministry.

So, what do you do with the political sect?

But they haven't answered yet.

"Hey Nito, what are you reading about that?

Then Toa looked at the book of political sects with interest.

"Is this it? A book of attack magic that even healers can use..."

A political sect that answers like a tattoo.

"There was?

"Sort of."

Having said that, Toa was convinced that she was "fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh-

The political ministry had told Toa that he was looking for such magic, but had not told him anything about the course that followed.

But this book is not an "attack magic book that even healers can use."

"A healer, you say? You just called me a healer?

Then Schneizel, who was sitting on the couch across the street, surprised unexpectedly.

"Yeah, but you don't know? I'm a healer."

Then Schneizel was, reluctantly, stunned by the words.

And like it's changed, and I'm sorry...

"No, I heard about it, but not many people mislead their profession. I thought the Lord was something like that..."

- And I answered.

Apparently, Schneizel thought “Nito” was lying.

Then in the stream I asked, Schneizel shook another story.

"With that said, Lord Nito, does your Lord wear that mask from day to day?

"Well, not much to take off"

"Not really? Does that mean you sometimes take it off?

“Nito” has a suspicious eye.

Sometimes during the heretical interrogation I didn't know who was watching, and it was such a lying political sect.

But in response to Schneizel's inquiry, it seemed that he decided that it was no longer necessary.

Leaving school seems to have lifted my guard.

"That's a lie"

Then, in response to the answer of the clergy, Schneizel said...

"... I see"

I was convinced.

"Then let me not hesitate to say it, but you should take that mask off, okay?

"... why?

"The mask is a symbol of the Lord. Look at that, and think of no one else who doesn't know it's Nito. And if you don't want to get into trouble, you should refrain from that mask in the future. If the curse is a lie, you should at least take it off in Derms Aldan."

I hid my face because I didn't want to get into “trouble”.

And I also named him a pseudonym.

Even so, now, the name 'Nito' no longer attracts more trouble.

But Nito hasn't heard the essence of it from Schneizel.

Primarily, what does “trouble” mean?

"That's... why?

To some extent, I have predictions, but a political sect to ask again.

"We're gonna make a scene, right?

“So much?" said the political sect, surprised in his heart.

He's been in school for a while, so he doesn't know what's going on out there.

I don't realize this mask is that far.

Then, for a moment, I recall an article in a demonic communication called "It's Booming”.

Then the advice snorted.

Perhaps even Derms Aldan is famous for his' nito 'name.

The political ministry then decided to expose his face, as advised by Schneizel.

The mask becomes a particle of light, and when gathered in the left ear, it becomes a golden ring piercing.

"This is good, right?

There was a nostalgic “political sect” there.

But it's not unusual for Toa and the others.

Because in the dorm I was always unmasked.

…………

"Hmm?"

And then what happened?

Schneizel opens her eyes and is openly surprised.

"Ko...... child?

Schneizel's first voice was a dumb one.

"What?"

A child is a rude king.

But I had no choice but to feel that way about “Nito” 's face.

It's not strange to be seen that way, but “the political sect itself" is never a child face.

"Huh...... Ha ha ha ha!

Then all of a sudden, Schneizel started laughing lavishly.

"What the fuck?

And keep smiling,

"No, I'm sorry. I had no idea who the hero Nito was but a boy still young!

"A big favor. If you call me a child, then you can at least be a trusted adult to that child, okay? King -"

"Phew, be busy...... but you are. As a king, let's remember the liver."

Are you a king?

Civilians have been disrespectful to the king.

He is still an unusual king.

That's why Schneizel is called a 'freak'.

Somewhere different from the other kings.

Then the political ministry stacked Arnold of Razhausen on such a schneizel for a moment.

"You look like Arnold, huh?

"Arnold? Is that... about King Razhausen?

"What, you know what? You get it, don't you?

There will be as many names as Arnold and others.

But Schneizel soon understood that he was king of Razhausen.

"It is a well-known fact that your Lord has become a hero in that country. You can't possibly know that?

"... so is that"

And it was when the two of them were talking about something that didn't matter.

Suddenly, the carriage stops.

"Hmm? What?

"You must have arrived"

"To Derms Aldan? Are we there yet?

"It's not. It takes a few more days to get to Derms Aldan. This is Raghu."

"Ragu?"

Schneizel answered that naturally.

"What, you don't know? This is a town that various people use as a resting place. It's not as secure as it sounds, but it's a convenient place for horses and humans to rest."

"Huh... that's not convenient"

Say “convenient," but if you peek through the window, it's not a particularly unusual town.

I mean, I guess the location is good.

There was no town or country on the road from leaving the college to this point.

There's only about a town around here, and if you miss the lagoon, for the time being, there's no place to stop.

"You mean it's only about here, right?

"That's what I mean,"

And when the carriage door opened, the political ministers went out once.

▽

Flooder's stop 'Lagu'.

For a variety of reasons, there were those who had flown in.

Entering the town, the political ministers look for a restaurant while the horses recover their “health” while also sightseeing.

In addition to the political line, Francesca and Dory are there.

Schneizer stands by in a carriage saying, "There is no easier way to enter a town like this than to be a king".

It'll be a while before I leave, so I'm asking you to do whatever you want.

“Then let me like it," he said, casually leaving the carriage.

It's a relatively quiet town, even though it's a flower stop.

It's busy, but it doesn't look rough.

As I walk down the road, I see the various things in my eyes.

And humans aren't the only ones in this town.

Some beasts, some dwarves.

And some ground with paved tiles, mostly sand or gravel.

Thus, this town was a relatively poor one.

By the way, right now, the political sect is not wearing a mask.

I was uncomfortable that the political sect was somewhere, walking barefaced

I'm going to quit “Nito” altogether anyway, and set the level to 10 with the unique skill "Cover-up" I took from Kyoko.

There will be no one who now realizes that the political sect is “nito”.

Because today's political sect is the "weakest healer”.

Nothing but the weakest, such as a level 10 healer.

At one point, I saw Dwarf running a blacksmith.

The political ministers chose the store without being particularly lost.

Not all dwarves build castles in holes and make rich living.

Just because you're a dwarf doesn't necessarily mean you run a blacksmith.

Some of them run liquor stores.

- "The Rock Cave King's Spring Liquor"

This tavern, for example, is true.

Then the political ministers enter the tavern to fill their bellies lightly.

Once inside, it was already busy.

And I could see all kinds of faces.

Some are drinking between humans, others are drinking between humans and beasts.

Some were drinking between dwarves.

When the political ministers get to their seats properly, they ask for alcohol and food appropriately.

And he contained a bite of the liquor he had been transported, and calmed down as he ate his steak.

"Is it going to be a scoop for me to be the archmage mentor?

Earlier.

Francesca was asking about Masamune's mood to become a 'great demon mentor'.

In the first place, that was Francesca's aim and the aim was to hear the raw voice from Nito himself.

The political sect is now asking about it.

"It will! That hero Nito is going to be the Great Mage, right?! Aren't you determined to be?!

"Hmm... but is the Great Mage a specific benefit or something?

"Right...... honor? Is that so?

"Honor..."

“Honor is enough for a 'hero',” the political ministry pioneered in his heart.

"Well, it's not like I'm in trouble to get it, and it's nothing, is it?

"Nito, where are you going after Darms-Aldan? After all, are you going to Devil's Country?

Toa came to see me.

We were supposed to go to the Devil's Country, but Schneizel's suggestion led to a change of destination for Darmsaldan.

But then what?

"Well... it will? You don't like that?

"Nothing, it's not like that."

Toa seemed to show some refusal to return to the demonic kingdom.

That also feels political, and I don't ask deeply from what Toa doesn't try to talk about.

The political sect here these days has hesitated to step into Toa's mind since that one incident.

But I need to know someday, and the political ministry itself wants to know.

But timing is the key, and that's why we're going to Devil's Country.

Then Suphilia and Nem glanced at the political ministry with anxious eyes.

And the political ministry follows as it realizes what it means.

"... don't worry, I'm not going after the three of you anymore, okay? I'm not going to do that all of a sudden, and even if we're going to break up the party, it's the three of us who end up choosing. So you can rest assured."

Then Nem, for a moment, smiling, cheeked the meat.

Like hiding your expression.

I guess that would have made me too happy.

If you are abandoned by a political sect, Nem only has about a Razhausen destination.

"I'll always be by your side"

It's the same Sufilia.

Whether you are swearing allegiance to a political sect or just liking it, the political sect itself does not know the truth.

There was a lot going on, and the political sect was thinking the best for the three of them.

One was called 'Disbanding the Party'.

But just the four of us in the stream, we haven't even applied for a party in the Adventurer's Guild in the first place.

Then the political ministers drank wine and ate meat.

The specialty of this tavern, The Spring Liquor of the Rock Cave King, has a different scent than the liquor ever drunk by the political ministry and matches this poorly understood meat.

The political sect was satisfied with the taste.

Then, from the next seat, I heard an interesting conversation.

Zhengzheng sobered up and somehow listened.

Seriously? That country, was that what happened?

Those people seemed to be talking about some country.

"Oh, I don't know why, but they disappeared overnight"

'What do you mean, gone? Does that mean people disappeared?

'No, you don't. I disappeared from country to country. It's not just people, it's like there hasn't been anything there since the beginning.

"Is that normal? Didn't you make a mistake in the place, too?

'At first, I thought so, too, didn't I? But I'm afraid not. "

'... are you serious?

'... oh. So no more "Cattleya"...'

……

I get drunk after picking up rumors.

The people in the next seat looked like they were having some fun.

The political sects seemed somewhat interested in the story.

"What's Cattleya?

Toa asked in a small voice.

Then Francesca seemed to know.

"It's a small country where kings have just changed recently. That country has been doing evil for a long time. We didn't have an alliance with any country, we recognized slavery, and we made a big public statement about it."

"A slave... no way"

Toa had a bad feeling.

"Yes, that's it. You know what kind of country it is, right? It was mainly the Beasts who were gathered as slaves"

Then Nem stopped the fork that pierced the meat in the words.

The political sect gently strokes Nem's head.

Then Nem relieved himself slowly and ate meat quietly again.

"We didn't have an alliance, but apparently you had it through to darkness. I hear the slaves were carried like every day without interruption"

Apparently, one of those things will also be published in the demonic correspondence.

Then the master of the tavern showed up with some steak and liquor he hadn't even asked for.

"May I have a word, sir?

- It's a dwarf.

The cheerful Dwarf master smiled with a loving smile and spoke as he looked up at the faces of the political sects.

"Hmm?"

This is the Dwarf.

This store is mainly run by Dwarves.

And employees have not only Dwarves, but also Beasts.

"If you like, you can eat this. No, and the liquor over here later."

Then the master puts the plate with the steak on the table.

There is a roasting sound and hot air of meat.

Then, furthermore, I placed the whiskey bottle I had on the left.

"... okay?

The political sect glances at Dwarf's face and asks him so.

"Yes, come on with the service!

And Dwarf answered with a smile and then left toward the counter.

Don't forget to keep the whiskey glass for the number of people.

Perfect service from what?

I even have Nem's share.

The political sect was sweet to your words, first poured his hand on the whiskey into the glass and tasted it.

"... yeah. Delicious ~"

Taste. That's one word.

Since coming to this world, the political ministry has learned to drink.

I feel comfortable with the honey and barrel discharge coming out of my nose.

The first time I drank was when I got lost in the first dungeon.

Spiritual fatigue coming from fear and anxiety about the dark.

And anger and vengeance.

Is it also due to morality as a person in one's actions and the discrepancy that occurs between emotions?

I've been worried about the political sect every day.

For such a political sect, booze had become something that could only be let go.

Take a sip of this, and then all you're waiting for is a liberated moment.

Both the fuzzy mind and the forgotten vengeance can only be justified then.

"Nito?"

Then Toa was floating a question mark.

"Hmm? What?

"Not what, okay? I didn't ask you, did I?

Toa had his doubts about the sudden service.

I shouldn't even have asked for it, but suddenly they told me it was a service and I was even given a whiskey, not just a steak. That's every bottle, too.

I felt a little anxious and uncomfortable that it might be excessive even if it was a service.

"It's okay, 'cause it doesn't poison alcohol. Anyway, booze destroys your body's poison, right?

Complete conclusion.

"And you said service, right? Then let's keep it sweet. That's not true."

"What service?

"Aren't you trying to serve your first visitors? I don't know..."

and a political sect that without hesitation pours whiskey in with the proper answer to that.

When the booze is too much around, you just have to magically undo it.

Toa looked uncomfortable with the answer.

It's not just Toa, Francesca. Dory looks like that too.

I know this isn't so safe because this is a flower town.

But the nito in front of him is pouring alcohol in fine condition.

He also has his hands on meat in a way that makes no difference at all.

Does that really mean it's just a service?

"Mr. Nito? You shouldn't talk about things that don't make much sense, do you?

Dory advises the clergy pouring in the whiskey.

"It's okay, see?

Then the political sect drinks another drink and appeals to the fine thing.

"Nem, you want this steak?

"Yes it is!

I may be rude to the store owner, but the toxic taste is done with the political sect.

Even so, it is a delicate point to see if something poisonous in the political order would work.

"Ha-ha-ha! Nem's a foodie!

Nem eats up on additional steaks while nicoting.

Are you going to eat this much because you're an animal man?

"I wish I was a beast, too, then I'd be eating a lot of meat, just like Nem."

Everyone looked at the political sect whining about that with a strange look on his face.

"Really, human beings are boring..."

"Nito?"

"... hmm?

Then, as the political sect had been delayed, he now regretted the words he had leaked.

I spilled it unconsciously.

"Never mind, it's nothing..."

A political sect that answers without any particular appearance of panic.

And it included whiskey, blocking Toa's question.

▽

One line after the meal and out of the store, once again, had a view of this town.

Even so, there is nothing to see.

Didn't seem to notice, but under the sign, there was the name “Gdufka”.

Earlier, it would be the name of the master who served meat and booze.

"That was a generous dwarf, wasn't it?

It was Toa, who was saying something, but at the end of the day, he was mixing with Francesca and drinking whiskey.

I hear Sufilia doesn't really like whiskey. He likes wine though.

Dory didn't drink because his “camera” blew.

This is called professionalism.

It is very different from Francesca.

That said, Francesca doesn't have a camera.

"Come on, shall we go back to the carriage?

And, an intentional political sect.

"Right."

Everyone seemed to have the same idea as the political sect.

There's not so much to see in this town, it's rough.

It's a town with nothing to do unexpectedly.

"Huh?"

Then, from one side of town, I heard something like "cheer”.

But it would be a "bad thing”.

Each thought so.

"This is... you're from the clockstand square"

Then Francesca answered, "Are you familiar with this town?"

"Francesca, let's go!

Sounds fun, Dory.

I guess my blood as a reporter will make a scene.

"Right... let's do that!

Is it reporter sex?

Francesca and Dory were getting somewhat hot.

"Nito, why don't we go too?

"Huh?"

Then it's because you drank?

Toa looks excited too.

But the political sect is going to stink.

"Well...... nothing good"

But it was like Toa wanted to go, so I can't even say no to that, political sect.

Is it the future political sect that will be laid on a woman's ass?

But that's all the government thinks of Toa.

I don't listen to you without any emotions.

Schneizel will probably forgive you.

Somewhat, if it's about stopping by.

And the political ministers rushed toward the clockwork square, where their voices sounded.

▽

Glue's watch stand.

It's a symbol of this town.

Everyone who visits this town first leads to this watchtower and looks up at the watchtower.

Wherever you are in this town, this watch stand is in your eyes, and when you realize it, you're all here.

This watch stand attracts people for some reason. That's what it is.

I guess that's why...

- Sometimes, this happens.

"Fly. Hey!

"Jump right down. Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I don't even want to climb up there!

"A coward. Oh!

"There's an avalanche. Oh!

The crowd is gathering, as it surrounds the watch stand.

It's more of a wild horse.

The square was no longer turned into a wild horse hoard.

And everyone must have come to see this.

- I see one person on the watch stand, a woman.

A woman in a dirty, thin white piece.

The woman seemed trembling.

Due to the circumstances, he probably climbed for the purpose of jumping and committing suicide.

But my feet shrugged from fear, and I can't even go back because of the wild horses.

I don't know what they'll say and do if I go back.

You'll be able to throw about stones.

Even now, the crowd was likely to do something.

"Nito...... that"

Toa gives a finger with an anxious look.

What you see ahead is the woman.

"It would be suicide..."

Even if you don't have the experience of jumping, you'll see.

But the political ministry with “suicide experience" clearly knew that.

The political sect committed suicide before, and it succeeded.

That is why there is a political sect today.

"That's not a very good hobby."

Francesca the boulder doesn't seem to make this stuff into an article either.

distorted his expression, from which, a clear aversion could be seen.

"I mean, it's a hobby, it's just a wild horse. Isn't this what this is all about anyway?

They are all amused because they are other personnel. That's all.

The political sect was cold.

“This is what life is all about," the political sect thinks.

Honorable when it comes to yourself, but only “number”, such as others.

One more number, one less, but the guy who cares about that is a weirdo.

I mean, it doesn't mean anything.

If it bothers you, you can add it later, for less.

Life is such a thing.

These guys have human lives......

The eyes of the political ministry looking at the state of it were very cold.

But that is only the idea of a political sect.

But it's kind of like being proven by the crowds gathered here.

'Hey! Look, just jump. Ooh!

“Look, I won't stop yet," the political sect mocked in his heart.

I don't know who that is directed at.

Or it could be directed at the "clean ones” who talk about morality to which they are accustomed.

The political section of “cleanliness" clearly saw the “lies” of such people.

And he despised it so much that he disliked the used expression “hypocrite” and so on.

“Compared to those guys, the guys here are at least better,” said another silently sarcastic political sect.

"You're a monster. This is what happens because you can't kill yourself. Life is only funny if you kill it..."

Then Sufilia was expressing her thoughts.

I didn't know it was funny to kill...... another novel opinion, the political ministry laughed niggardly.

"So, you want to kill these guys?

The political sect asks.

"No, it's not funny to kill such“ things ”. And I'm not in the mood for that right now."

It's a joke.

Sufilia answered emphasizing the “object” part.

Sufilia used to look at people like things.

And by contrast, I wasn't as conscious as I am now.

But at least I'm starting to see people as people.

That's why I turned to the crowd and dared to say things.

Still, is a wild horse a bunch of free men?

Full of vibrancy, he said, "You still don't jump? ♪ And it's killing me for some reason. ♪

The eyes of the political ministry are dying.

Then suddenly the wild horse's voice stopped.

Too unnaturally, all of a sudden, it stopped perfectly.

"That's..."

Then Francesca leaked the word.

In the direction of Francesca's gaze, a certain person appeared.

"Dear Anku..."

Then one of the wild horses said so to leak.

And his eyes are fascinated by the figure of him.

"'' 'It's Master Ank!

"" "'Dear Amadeus!

"" '"' God of life!

"'' Hail Amadeus!

Then suddenly, the gaze of the wild horse shifted from the woman on the watch stand to the person, and the curse turned to cheer.

The crowd is even more lively and can no longer be stopped by anyone.

"Anc... Amadeus..."

That's when Francesca leaks the word.

There he appeared, a man dressed in a cloak so white that his feet could hide.

On his face, he sees a mask like an addition to the skull of a beast and man.

Two twisted corners that flow from the forehead of the mask towards the back of the head.

And you can see from the gap in your cape, in bright white armor, shoulder width that you can see spread out.

The armor is carved with a pattern like a trail through which the serpent passed.

But the cloak seems to be doubled, and the identity is completely hidden, hard to see clearly.

And all of them, from every angle, are "white.”

"The blood of the merciful..."

Francesca shrugged so as she was blinded.