Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

Eventually, we were sent back to the main hall and put in a collection room.

It was a somewhat spacious children's room.

I keep a lot of toys and books.

Speaking of strange, is the room divided by a big glass plate?

It's like a showcase, I thought.

There are no other humans.

It was like me and Elvis getting into this room, numbers one and two.

After that half-masked man leaves, we start an operational meeting.

"That's the shelf in the back of the office, right?

"Probably. Even if not, I think it's somewhere in the office."

Documents supporting Lavinia's trafficking in human beings.

If I can even bring that back, I'll complete the mission for now.

"Let's wait for the night. By then, you'll be able to solve Mr. Ruby's spiritual skills."

"Right. I can't use my left arm unless I wait for it."

It slips through even when touched, which means it slips through even when touched.

"... there's no such thing as a Lavinia guy coming in at night and we both get delicious, is there?

"... I want to believe that there isn't..."

Elvis held his groin with both hands and quietly.

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Night.

That said, it's an internal clock because there are no windows.

It's been quite a while since dinner and meals came out, so it's definitely late at night.

By the time my family would have gone to sleep too.

Even at this hour, fortunately, Lavinia didn't show up.

We move.

Naturally, the door is locked, so it's a different route.

This bedroom is basically brick built.

As I did when the bandits caught me, the walls of brick and stone are just as non-existent to me.

"From the construction of the mansion, there should probably be a room beyond this wall, too. There's nothing caught in" King's Eye, "so I think it's deserted."

At a time like this, it's a hell of a disobedient performance, 'Wang Eye'.

I pulled through the brick on the wall as quietly as I could and made my way to the next room.

I'm going through with Elvis, and then I'm going to put it back together for once.

The room was dark.

There's not one moonlight, so it's finally time to find Elvis' face, even if he's used to the darkness.

"Maybe there was a candle and a candlestick somewhere..."

After a while, Elvis lit a candle.

The orange light pushes the darkness out.

I can see the room a little bit wider.

I noticed.

Right there, there's a big glass plate.

That, over there.

There were massive, massive, small figures.

A child.

As much as we do, or younger, tons of kids.

Everyone was somewhere physically defective.

Or arms.

Or feet.

Or eyes.

Or ears.

I had lost something and had an asymmetrical (...) left and right silhouette.

This is - another collection room......!

I'm supposed to be up late at night, but most kids aren't asleep.

The children noticed the lights and approached us.

There is a glass plate between them, so they will not be swarmed.

But even if you ask for help now, like when you're a bandit...

"We're Mixed."

Unwittingly.

That's what one of the kids said.

"I miss you too much."

"We are not."

"I want to be here forever."

"Lavinia, I'm glad you bought it."

"Thank you"

"Thank you"

"Thank you......"

Kids talk orally about the wonders of life here.

But to that voice.

Emotions are not even on the shard.

"What, it..."

To the children who would repeat Skasca's words, I was just a flirty, step-by-step step.

"That's not true...? I should be happy to be stuck in a place like this......!!

"Hih."

It looked like a different wave.

The moment I bared my voice a little, the kids pulled together.

"Wow, we are a blessing."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm not lying."

"Shinji please......!

"Shit... Shinji...!

"Yes, no ahhh......!

"Really, it's a mix...!

"Hey... stop... stop, stop, stop...!

"Ha... to 'Haku', don't, don't...!

... Haku?

Stripping?

I looked back.

In the blurry light of the candle, it barely came in.

The boy's, the statue.

If you look closely, it's also, one arm is lost and asymmetrical from left to right.

Speaking of which, a statue of a similar girl was placed in the hallway...

No way.

No way......!

I ran over to the statue and made sure I felt it with my hands.

Hard skin that doesn't even look like the real thing.

But this.

Could you...

"... real, is it...?

Looks like a strong face.

A squeamishly distorted look.

"This... of the book (...) object (...) child (...) supply (...) of (...) stripped (...) made (...) of (...) or (...)...!?"

The galloping boned body reminds me that I was not a very wealthy family.

But still, even without one arm, he lived long enough.

When I saw the wounds left in every part of my body, I knew it would be in my hands.

I'm sure he defied Lavinia.

I didn't listen to you.

So......

Never again, so I can't defy......

Thus......

I barely put up with wanting to scream in anger.

We're in a covert operation. I can't do that.

Still.

Still, like this......!!

"... Elvis. You... can you forgive me?

I looked at Elvis' face like I was looking for an emotional bump.

"Can you forgive me, this...! Can you forgive me......!?

"... I can't forgive you"

Quiet.

Pale.

But with a voice that makes you feel certain emotions, Elvis answered.

"So we find the material as soon as possible. Otherwise, I can neither help them nor mourn their child..."

"... oh"

I took a deep breath and let go of the heat in my head.

...... Lavinia Fitzherbert.

Don't think I'm going to die properly.

When I repeatedly took a deep breath and finally chilled my head.

- Peetan.

……

Footsteps......!?

When we exchanged our eyes, we ran our gaze around.

Elvis points to the crate at the end of the room.

We rushed over to it and when we made sure it was empty, we put out the candle fire and quickly dived inside.

"(I'm sorry...!

"(Shh...!

Damn, you smell like sweat!

You should do this with Phil!

What makes you so sad that you have to be shoved into the same box as a bastard!

Such dissatisfaction blew up at the same time that I heard the door open.

- Peetan.

- Peetan.

What, these footsteps......

Shoes, aren't you wearing...?

I found a small gap on the side of the crate and I peered outside.

Do you have canteras, blurry lights are moving.

I saw my legs.

I still don't wear shoes.

Or is it small...?

It's like a child.

You don't look like a very night-time guard......

I moved a little and adjusted the angle so that I could see a little more up there.

Cantera blurry light.

It's illuminated by...

"(... what, that...)"

It was Elvis who murmured so with a trembling voice.

I feel the same way.

I didn't have to divulge my voice because I had only a little more knowledge about 'it' than Elvis.

Sharp, pointed ears and nose.

Hairless head.

A primitive figure.

Short body only about half of adult humans.

And.

Green, skin.

According to my knowledge.

That's what they call it.

"(…… goblins………!?

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That was goblin.

A long time ago.

Previous life spent in modern Japan.

I've seen it many times in the game and it looks a lot like a goblin.

To the best of my knowledge, there are no monsters in this world.

There is such a thing as a horse dragon, but one way or another, that is more of a mere animal than a monster.

I have only seen in fairy tales and myths that monsters strike with malice against humans without exception.

But then, what's that?

Same as elves and dragon tribes, interracial?

No, you're not on that level.

At least, I can't feel any signs of a civilization that looks like a resident of the Wang capital......

Pepper, pepper.

Goblin moved up to the front of a glass plate that divided the room in two with barefoot footsteps.

On the other side, there are children from the 'Collection'.

"We're Mixed."

"We are not."

The kids insisted on happiness for the goblins, just as they did for us.

You don't think that's weird?

Are you used to seeing it already?

Or can't you even afford to recognize the monstrosity in front of you...

Goblin didn't seem to understand the words of the children.

Wow, and one big stretch.

Then he turns his heel back and goes back to the entrance.

When I saw how it was, I realized I was in danger.

"(Not good...... He's looking around)"

"(Huh...? Oh, yeah. Sounds like it...)"

"(Fool! I'm so sorry! That means he's here, and he's going around the room where we were next!

"(Ah)"

If they find out we're not in the room, they'll probably make a scene.

Before that......

"(... have to do it)"

I shrugged as I looked at the goblins going back to the entrance.

"(... ok)"

Elvis also returns it in a voice of readiness.

I'm glad it's not Azerea on this occasion.

Because I'm sure he'll hesitate to take his life, even if it's such a monster.

- Anelli, who was my second mother.

- Female bandit Vicki.

From me, I'd already lost that feeling.

"(Do you have a weapon?

"(Bringing in one small knife was the limit)"

"(Me too)"

Naturally, I couldn't bring in my sword.

Neither does Elvis, the Mirage Sword is too powerful to be used here.

I don't need to halve my power, but if it's about one...

"(I seal my movements and my voice)"

"(Ok)"

"(We're flying out in three seconds. Three, two, one...)"

I didn't make a sound right now.

Open the lid of the crate and pop out simultaneously.

Goblin noticed and looked back, but it was faster for me to block my mouth than to speak out.

If they touch me and turn off my weight, I won't be able to move properly anymore.

It was easy to tighten the feathers.

There, Elvis with the knife advances.

I didn't sound like a sound.

Only a mild shock of soot comes from the back of a feather-tightened goblin.

That's all, power was lost from the little body.

Shiru.

Goblin's body drips out of my arms.

"... ugh"

Elvis breathed and shook the knife gently.

It's dark and it doesn't look good, but it scatters like a splash.

"That was surprisingly light."

Looking down at the completely desperate goblin, I shrugged.

"Yeah. Maybe you should have sealed the move. If they move around with this little body... Huh?

The air of relief that was drifting was blown away by the anomaly.

Goblin's body.

As if it melts.

It stained the floor and disappeared.

All that remained was the cantera that Goblin had and the crude stick that was strapped to his waist.

"... what, this..."

I've leaked a whine I've never seen before.

I can't believe the monster's body disappeared...

This is like a game.

"Let's check outside..."

Elvis tells me to groan.

"It's crazy...... What's going on, this mansion..."

And we opened the door carefully and went out into the hallway.

When they take you to Lavinia.

And when you can get into the collection room.

We're watching the bedroom.

Splendid interior.

A carpet that absorbs footsteps.

Those were, indeed, spaces for people to live comfortably.

But.

The sight that is now spreading in front of us is clearly different.

A creepy pulsating wall.

Deco bumpy, hard to walk floors.

I don't see a single window, and the air is starving.

It's like a space in the body of some giant creature.

The bedroom was completely different from when I saw it during the day.

It's still more believable to be told that the door was connected across the space to a completely different place.

In just a few hours, there's no way the mansion will just change like this......

…… Jack, once you're in your room...!

Elvis pushes me back into the collection room again.

Elvis opened the door just a little and peered outside through the gap.

I'll do the same.

"Beyond the hallway... you see?

I see it.

Something... big, a shadow.

I thought you were two meters tall.

I can hear the gushing and heavy footsteps faintly mixed in with the sound of dragging something called a drizzle......

Are you wearing armor?

But one thing, obviously, is weird.

To the shadow...

- From the neck up, it wasn't there.

"... Durahan...?

"He's the one who comes out in the folk heirloom of the Northern countries, isn't he? I've seen it in books..."

To Goblin, Durahan.

A mysterious enclosed space, where monsters that shouldn't exist walk wide.

There was only one hypothesis in my brain that could explain this reality.

"Elvis... this is spirituality"

"No way......! You're telling me it was real!?

"You just have to think about it."

Because of its scarcity, it is treated as an urban legend among us spiritualists.

That's why I talk to make you believe me.

"- [Labyrinth of Trials] of the 21st place in the sequence (Morax)"

The stick and cantera left by Goblin got into my sight.

"It's a spiritual art that creates a labyrinth (dungeon)..."