Daily Transfer - I'm Unmatched in All Worlds

The next other world was also the exorcism of the Demon King, so we were to stay in the castle in more or less the same stream.

Neither will I be forced to head to demon king exorcism this time, and I'm relaxing.

"Phew."

That's why he yawned gobbling in a covered bed, not doing anything in particular until noon.

"Look, Mr. Sakahagi! How long have you been asleep?

Ituna walked into the room and hipped my futon back.

"Hmm... what can I do for you, Ituna"

"Not for something like that! Don't go to sleep forever. It's bad for you."

Hmm, if I cut my sleep-free cheats, I'd normally want to devour my sleep, too.

Even the restorative effects of sleep itself can't be fooled......

But well.

"Okay, I'll wake up"

Restart sleep-free cheats.

I woke up in an instant.

"Mm, Ituna. That's how you feel..."

Upon getting out of bed, the entire body of Ituna enters sight.

A dark blue piece with a white frill apron dress and kachusha.

He was wearing so-called maid clothes.

... Be the first to say it.

I have no restraint on made-up clothes myself.

Nevertheless, fantasy If you are going to cross different worlds, chances of seeing a maid clothes servant become more natural.

So my eyes also started to go to the difference in maid clothes, etc.

Victorian maids are the most commonly seen. Of course, it varies slightly from world to world, but long skirts with designs close to authentic British style.

What Ituna is currently wearing is a slightly inflammatory designed maid of honor garment that is despised as a French maid. Lightweight, sleeveless, and short skirt length. This is more or less the design of the maid clothes imported into the Japanese Taku district.

And Gothic & Lolita... No, no, this is... I'm out of line.

Just because the maid clothes employed in Royal Castle are cosplay-style French maids, by the way, doesn't mean this other world is special.

It's not uncommon for Japanese people to become Genesis gods, like Lotus Nuts and Matsuda, and even if not, there are about as many Genesis gods familiar with Japanese subculture as there are stars.

It is one of the "different worlds" that creates a taste for made-up clothes from other kingdoms that seems to be everywhere.

"Eh heh, looks good?

An unnaturally short length skirt arcs as Ituna twirls.

Critical and not punchy. It's absolute space.

"Oh, you look great."

It's not flattery, it looks really good on you.

The design is cute too, so it's perfect for girls like Ituna.

"Really? Yay!

Are you happy that I complimented you, when Ituna bounced with Piong as she rocked three knits, this time she punched me.

Well, it's Ituna and it's not porn.

"Looks like your bridesmaid training is going well."

"Huh? Yeah, I was helping you with your chores, and I don't know if I'm good at it. I'm confident in my health!

Working in a castle should be pretty hard, but Ituna is still full of energy today.

I didn't think I'd worry about it from the beginning, but for this minute, I'd be able to stand Eva's sigoki.

"Mr. Sakahagi woke me up too! Back to work!

"Oh, I'm not doing my best."

After dropping off Ituna leaving in a light stride, he makes a big stretch.

"Well, I guess I'll take down the Demon King, too."

Without a thing, he slaughtered the Demon King into a Namath and was summoned to the next other world.

As we met beforehand, all Eva and the others remained in that castle.

It will be a while before the training ends.

I mean......

"You're free!

I can finally stretch my wings out of Ava's sight!

When I run Rule 7 to Eva during my studies on boulders, I'm afraid of later......

"I mean, where are we"

Even if I look around, I think I'm a pledgee and I don't see any humans.

The large rectangular room there feels like I saw it. I'm not sure if it's stone or iron. It's made up of white material, and it's bright even though there's nothing to think of as a light source.

From what I can tell, the wall across the street has a wooden door, a decorated square pedestal that looks like a bunch of slits running in the middle of the room.

I'm on the magic formation that was painted a little on the floor in front of me.

"It's a pattern where there are no pledgees..."

I sigh unexpectedly.

I approached the most suspicious pedestal in this room, scratching my head in a relaxed mood.

Then.

(Hissing)

"... hmm?

I did feel some breathtaking signs.

It flows into my head at the same time, an emotion.

Is this...?

"Hey, is there someone there?

I'm going to call to see if anyone's hiding behind the pedestal.

(Oh, you see me!?

With the voice of surprise, for some reason, joyful emotions are conveyed.

Is this... is this a reading?

"Are you there?

As I approached the pedestal to ascertain the Lord of my voice, I noticed a thing.

"Dagger?"

An elaborate dagger of design rests on the pedestal.

If I thought it was part of the pedestal decoration or something, did this happen?

(Oh, uh)

See you later.

Definitely.

I hear voices directly in my head.

"Who. Come out or I'll blow this whole room away."

(Yes, I'm here ~. It's right in front of you!

You panicked about my threats, or the strongest thoughts ever fly.

There's no sign you're lying.

I took the dagger while I didn't think so.

"Is that you?

Willing items are rare in the different worlds I go to and there, but they are impossible.

Sometimes it's a weapon originally created that way, and sometimes the reincarnated soul resides in the instrument.

In fact, I've seen him reincarnate into swords and shields and cypress sticks with these eyes.

(No!

But my predictions seem off. I thought it was unfoldingly here.

I also peeked behind the pedestal once, but no one was there.

There is no other place in this room that is likely to be hidden.

"Damn, where are you?"

I sat on the pedestal spitting evil... then.

(Hiccup)

A pretty voice echoed in my head.

"... No way"

I knock on the pedestal that conveys a limp feeling through my buttocks.

(Ugh. I can't believe a man can do this in such a way ~)

Shameful thoughts were sent to a mixture of accusations.

"I mean, when I realized it, it was pedestal."

(That's right ~)

After we talk about each other's qualities, we summarize the story and share our thoughts.

"No, I've met all kinds of reincarnators before, but you're the first person I've seen reincarnated into a pedestal."

(Ugh, suddenly I was so dis on top of being sexually harassed......)

Sexual harassment? No, no, that's right. I don't have the sexual habits to get excited about pedestals either...

"But I see. Outside reincarnation."

There is nothing complicated about the circumstances of this pledgee, and the following explanations were sufficient.

"If I thought I'd been hit by a truck, I'd be on a pedestal"

You may not know what that means at all, but neither do I.

"I mean, what made you sad and pedestal?"

(Wow, even I wanted to be Mr. Dagger at least!

Well, that's certainly better than a pedestal.

If someone comes, there's a chance they can take it, and then they can look around the world indirectly, and stay with their owners.

But it's not a pedestal... I can't even have the goal of moving it instead of having it owned.

"Fair enough, mostly. Okay. If that's the case, make a wish. As I explained earlier, I'm a passing, otherworld-tripper. If I fulfill your wish, I can go to the next other world."

When I told her somewhat clerically, Pedestal sent me a little confusion, or a small thought, with signs of misrepresentation.

(Well, that... if you're the person to talk to, that's fine)

"Talking to someone?"

(Honestly, what do you call a normal human sense of time since you became a pedestal? Looks like that's gone, I'm used to being alone... I figured I'd want someone to talk to from time to time)

Pedestal laughs cuckoo.

From the thought I could read the emotions of self-derision.

(Because it's me, the pedestal, in the first place. I can't talk because I don't have a mouth. Until I met Mr. Reverse Hagi this way, I didn't think telepathy would work)

"You're telepathic. Well, from what I've seen of you with my appraisal eyes, I do have some reading cheats. The ability to converse without being eavesdropped on without a limit of distance from the person you've designated… The moment you recognize me, you've unconsciously targeted me."

If you want to talk to someone, it's not surprising that you designated the first person you saw after reincarnation as someone to talk to.

From where emotions flow indefensibly, I guess I'm not used to using them.

"In short, I hope you're dealing with him until you're satisfied."

(Ha, yes!

"Hmmm......"

I don't know how much this pedestal conversation will satisfy you, and I don't know when it will end. That's a pledge.

Well, if you get tired of it, you make a pledge not to "talk at all" on your behalf, and that's it.

"Okay. I'll be the one to talk to."

(Really! I'm happy!)

Pedestal's genuine joy comes through and I feel kind of sorry for her.

But I'm like a job, too.

Don't feel bad.

After that, listen to Pedestal and let him hear about my previous adventure Tan, etc.

It really didn't matter. The story went on.

"So I finally got to have my first glance at the original fair chicken."

(Heh. Fine)

When I hit Fair Chicken for this look, Pedestal's eyes glowed... but it conveyed feelings like that.

(I want to try fair chicken too)

"Whoa, that's good. I'll do whatever it takes."

(Bye, uh)

I undertook at ease and offered Fair Chicken to the pedestal.

(Ugh, I can't eat it. If I had a mouth too!

For once, I tried not to.

I knew you would.

(... I don't know the warmth or the smell)

"Ugh."

I don't know, I think I did it.

If we talk like this, we lose sight of the fact that they are inorganic.

I can't think of a good follow up and the silence comes like an angel went through.

I felt something like a strong gaze, so I roughly asked.

"What's up?

(What the hell am I?

Oh, no.

This is Nekla.

"Well, it's a pedestal"

(Right. It's just a pedestal... it just decays here for nothing, just a pedestal...)

Gloomy, jittery emotions pour in with the dusty air.

"Oh, wait, wait! Don't get dark! I don't know if it means anything.

(Is that right? Isn't it strange that since this has generally happened to me, no one has come except Mr. Reverse Hagi? You just don't know who you are in a userless room... you don't know how I feel about being free to adventure, do you?

Ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

(It's okay, anyway... me or something)

No, you can't. This kid is my worst type...

"Ok, ok! It was my fault!

Shake off the depression's about to contagious, and I'll head to the door.

(Uh, duh, where are you going?

"I'm going to get some air outside. I haven't found out what's going on outside this room yet."

(Please don't go! Don't abandon me!

Pedestal's been desperately pulling back on you sensibly perceiving signs that I'm trying to escape.

"I'll be right back. Besides, I don't know what you are... I might have a clue outside this room. Doesn't that bother you?

(Well, that's true... maybe so ~)

Pedestal naturally doesn't know what's going on outside this room.

Still, I can see the emotion getting stronger and stronger that you want to be with me in the pedestal, thinner and thinner.

"... don't worry. I have to say no to the reading itself, or I'll stay connected."

(Why, never hang up! Whoa, whoa!

I walked out of the room, literally pushing my mind hard.

(Ugh, can you hear me? I can't see you anymore from here ~)

I can't see, can I?

I don't ask how you know when you don't have eyes.

People who have been reincarnated into the instrument often have pseudo-vision valid to a certain extent.

I hear you.

I also respond by reading stories.

(Good. So, what was it like out there?

(Straight down the aisle. There's no such thing as doors or windows. It's the same in the room and it's bright even though it doesn't have a light source. The material on the wall seems the same, so maybe it's made of that kind of material. The punch is on the stairs leading up... hmm?

There are several parts of the aisle where the floorboards are unnaturally flourishing.

Somehow I had a bad feeling and looked up aisles and walls with appraisal eyes.

(There's a trap in this aisle)

(What!?

(You feel like spears coming out of the wall skewering intruders when you detour the wrong floorboard.)

Arrive on the stairs avoiding the trap without difficulty.

(How could something like that!?

(Of course, to keep you from reaching Pedestal)

Is it because the lack of trapped bodies has been recovered?

Or…….

(There are no traps on the stairs. I'll keep going)

Visual metastasis cheats can also be safely investigated, but that's boring.

These unknown elements are a valuable essence to distract me from boredom.

Will you take it back?

(Kick, watch out! Never die!

(Come on, who do you think I am)

I started climbing the stairs while lightly relaxing Pedestal's concerns.

Walking not so long away, the surroundings are getting darker and darker.

Apparently, with the passage and stairs earlier, the material on the wall is different.

Until just now, the walls clearly showed creepy texts that were not white mysterious material but stone.

As soon as I hung up the end of my mouth that it was getting more and more interesting to see that, I hit an unexpected obstacle.

(... it's a dead end)

(Uh, wasn't it a staircase?

(The dirt sand is blocking the way. Probably because the earthquake is something)

Confirm the touch.

Steady. That's not what happened here these days.

(I mean, who can come to me...)

(No, I guess that means)

I clasped my shoulders as I turned back the way I was.