Entering a Company From Another World!?

117 There is something I feel just in the atmosphere

Jiro Tanaka, 28, married.

My wife, Suela Henderberg.

Memoria Tris

Professional Dungeon Tester (Full-time)

Magic Ability 9 (Quasi-Demonic King Class)

Position Warrior

Last night's parent-child drinking party continued after that, but I decided to hold it at a good time while I was talking to my mother.

I feel like I can't sleep enough, but I have to stay awake.

Are you leaving now, Mother?

This mother will disappear on her own.

Feel the signs, wake up and go out of the bedroom into the living room.

There was supposed to be the same amount of sleep time, but my mother, who had finished dressing neatly without feeling sleepy or anything, was looking after my father's dressing half asleep.

"Well, I just came home because I was worried about you. I heard about it, I saw my wife's face, and I was satisfied. I'll be home for the wedding, so don't worry."

I'm not busy.

"You always do, don't you?

That's not true.

As usual, if something happens to me, I'll leave as soon as I think I've seen it.

My unchanging mother smiles bitterly as if she will challenge the jungle again.

Suela and the others are still asleep before the sun rises in time.

I asked her if she'd wake me up, but she'd leave before she even woke up.

Well then, let's do it well.

"Please calm down a little."

"This is just the way it should be for me."

My mother walks to the front door with the usual cheerful laughter as she takes care of my father like a rice bowl.

I'll see you off that back.

"Has the storm passed?"

It was sudden when I came, but I didn't get lost when I left.

Immediate and immediate action.

Such a mother's behavior leaks a bitter smile.

"Well, what do we do?"

It's not time to go to bed twice in time.

In addition, my eyes are already closed.

Then it's enough to work in the kitchen to make breakfast, and as the sun rises, the living room starts to smell like coffee, and the dark elves, including Suela, wake up.

It smells good.

Morning, Suela.

"Good morning, you made me breakfast. Thank you very much."

"You're up early, Memoria... can't you wake up?"

"Yeah, I'm a vampire."

Do you want to wake him up? She shook her head as she tried to put Suela to bed and served a bowl of miso soup in front of her stepfather and grandfather who were suffering from hangover while preparing coffee for the group.

Memoria and the vampire family, because of their traits, can't get up in the morning, as expected, so let's warm it up when we get up later.

Speaking of which, I can't see your stepmother, are you still asleep?

"I'm home."

"Huh!?

I was surprised to tell Suela that she had returned looking for her mother, who was not at the table.

Normally, Suela nodded with an unspeakable expression when she said she thought so.

"I'm used to being a free mother. Suela will get used to it."

"Is that what it is?

"Oh, and I'm surprised you call me the daughter of the shrine."

"Shrines, they're like what we call shrines in our world, right?

"That's it. My mother said, it's like a shrine with a lot of origins. Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's true, maybe it's the blood of God."

Since it is such a house, it is also quite polite.

My mother said that she didn't like it and jumped out.

Maybe that intuition is some sort of psychic force.

"Suela, why are you nodding as convinced as you look at me?

"No, I thought Jiro's magical aptitude would be satisfactory if there was blood of divine blood."

Ah ~ that way.

I thought you were convinced that he was the son of that torn mother.

No, I'm aware that I occasionally fly, but not that far.

... you don't, do you?

I felt weak when I remembered going to other worlds or fighting and selling to huge monsters, but I proceeded to prepare breakfast without worrying about it.

Wow ~ Thank you Jiro, I drank too much yesterday

"I've been drinking a lot with Mr. Gray."

"I was so happy. My daughter was also a dark elf, so I was worried about getting married, but I got married and had kids. When you come to my village, you'll have a banquet with your relatives."

"Really?

Miss Mitt winks that I'm serious.

I once again understand how important a child is to a dark elf.

"Yes, stepfather, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it? It's my stepson's favor, you can tell me anything."

"I want to make a deal with the Spirit."

For white rice, miso soup, omelette grill and men's breakfast, let Mitt show the worrying manners before entering the fine category.

"... for Suela and Memoria?

"Yes, because I am human, I will leave them eventually. If possible, I'd like to extend that time."

Soon after I realized what I wanted, Mr. Mitt put down his chopsticks and looked at me from the front.

"After all, Jiro would like to return the spirits right away, but for those reasons, the spirits you want are not junior or intermediate, but advanced spirits. You need to fight the super spirits if you want to cheat. Then I guess this isn't me, Dad. It's quicker."

"Mr. Moyle?

"Yeah, Dad looks like a Presbyterian. Come on, Dad."

"Nh ~ I have a headache... my son-in-law? What's going on?

Actually...

I tell you how I tried to break the limits of being human when I got married.

Mr. Moyle heard that after a few seconds of silence,

"I see. Then we can help. We have to arrange it now."

He slapped me on the bread and the knee.

"Thank you."

"It doesn't matter, my son-in-law. Even if you think about your granddaughter, you can't help me, and it will be the ritual of the contract with the super spirit for the first time in hundreds of years. It's gonna be a festival!

To be honest, Mr. Moyle waved his hand and rather began to plan happily.

"I can't stay like this. Mitt, I'll be back for a while. You must choose a spirit worthy of your son-in-law!

"Oh my godfather, Jiro made it for me. Please eat at least about dinner."

"Whoa, I'm sorry!

"No"

Mr Smilasta stopped Mr Moyle, who was about to run out of his seat, and proceeded to breakfast.

Mitt and Smyrasta, who eat slowly with a rattle-eating mule.

Suela and I eat next to each other.

It's a treat. Then the son-in-law will come again!

The first Mr. Moyle who finished eating ran away after finishing his meal as declared.

"I'm sorry about the hasty father, Jiro."

No, that's fine.

"Isn't it strange to be so shabby?

Yeah, well...

Mitt, who understands the content, explains to me that he is stunned by the behavior of Mr. Moyle, who has shown an aggressive behavior that has changed by hitting him when he roared with a hangover.

"Spirit ritual, it's an important ritual that connects us to the Dark Elves and Spirit. It is common sense that this is a sacred thing that should never be taken for granted, but there are other meanings. Jiro knows that we, the Dark Elves, are a rare species. It is often said that people who fall in love with such a race are not long-lived species. We also talk about borrowing the power of the Spirit to be bonded to such a person for a long time. It's an ancient tradition."

Then it becomes abbreviated, but the procedure is also born.

That leads to the word "festival" that Mr Muir just said.

"And the sons and daughters of the other races, who performed the ritual well, will be sunny and join the Dark Elves. It's a good event for us who are hungry for entertainment for a long time."

"Even if you smile at me for being treated as a leisurely entertainment."

The point is, let's pray for the good fight of those who challenge the challenge and celebrate.

This stepfather, who says that with a smile, also has a pretty good personality.

"Don't look like that. You should think that your neighbors are making fun of you.

"Ah, by the way, sometimes contracts fail, right?

"Well, even junior people fail when they fail. It's harder to succeed, especially if you're at a premium."

"... is that so?"

Mitt says it's easy to make a deal with spirits, but I don't think there's such a good story when you think realistically.

If you don't keep your mind tight, you'll hear a giggle when you pull your mouth together.

Not once.

"Once?

"Hahaha, we shouldn't be licking the dark elf. Love and contract go hand in hand, and dark elves aren't good enough to quit a contract with just one failure. The ritual itself can be challenged many times, and some spirits are too challenging to lose. Besides, for spirits who live in a long time, our contract with Dark Elves is just like spending a moment there. If you don't give up, I'll open the way."

I drink cold coffee too, laughing bitterly at Mitt's words that it's okay not to be so upset.

"But you. I wonder what your stepfather will be like when he becomes a spiritual person.

"Hmm, Jiro, I'm sure you'll become more advanced if you become so perverted, but now you can think of a spirit without a contract... ahh"

Worryingly, when Mr Smyrasta listened to Mr Moyle's Spirit, Mr Mitt made some suggestions in his head.

When I worried about one of the most likely of them, I leaked my voice as if I had noticed something wrong.

"Dad? Didn't you just say 'ah'?

"Suela, I did say that, but I don't think so, Dad."

"I'm sorry, stepfather. I can't ignore the fact that it's about to fall on me, so could you tell me about the possibilities?

That's right.

Suela, who felt something was wrong, asked Mitt to inquire immediately, but she still wasn't sure about Mitt.

I often shake my head if not, but at that stage, I'm also worried and I'm going to talk.

"Spirits also have character, and there are spirits that cannot be contracted unless they are strong and compatible. Capabilities shouldn't be a problem, Capabilities. But I've never signed a contract before."

Because it is important, I did not say twice, and the more Mitt thinks about it, the more likely it is.

"What is that spirit?

"The super spirits of time and space, named Valus, perhaps my father will make a covenant with this spirit."