Entering a Company From Another World!?

Another side memory

Memoria Tris, 193-year-old, with a boyfriend.

My boyfriend Jiro Tanaka.

Occupational MAOcorporation Commercial Facility Grocery Store clerk

Magic aptitude unknown

Position Store Manager

I've been hunted by vampires and humans.

A defect that was resisted when it was attacked in order to obtain food called blood and was supported by the foundation of blood.

But the vampires around look down at people.

That won't help.

Looking around, humans are nothing but livestock and food.

But I didn't think so.

For a long time capable of storing tough flesh, enormous magic, and wisdom, all of them outweigh humans.

In contrast, the light of the Lord God burns himself, and if he starves, the wisdom that he has accumulated disappears, and the strong flesh dries up.

We cannot survive without relying on such a person. How can we say that we are better than humans?

I don't think it's inferior.

I don't think it's superior.

That slight shift isolated me.

The common sense around me and my common sense, the unusual color that the majority occupies, is treated as a species from my family and from my family.

Is it a mischief of fate, or is it inevitable?

I had a preference for a human man.

It's a strange thing.

"Did you say something?

"No, I'm talking to myself."

I have begun a journey with him in Isal, concealing that I was a lover and a vampire.

What would my vampire friends say if they found out about me now?

Either they laugh at it or they get angry at what they're doing, they won't take it favourably.

Shake your head, look for him, and you'll find him.

At a simple campsite on the riverside where the bounding stone blocked out the smell and sound and the detection stone was scattered around him, he was refining his meal for a group in a stone kiln.

I pick up my spilled voice as I look behind me, and I'm glad that you care about me in the middle of the work.

I'm alive, too.

When it comes to vampires, I have emotions.

However, all of them have a small sway width and are difficult to appear on the surface.

There are no waves like the lake that is constantly drifting.

But his words wave like throwing stones at the lake.

My mind, which has been able to do this for almost 200 years, has a strange feeling of embracing it, even though it is confused.

There's me who thinks it's not bad, but rather preferable.

You're very close.

"Really?

"Yes, very much. I saw him and he smiled kindly."

Really?

"Yeah."

I'm sure it is.

Gently, I can see the smile around my mouth when I put my hand in the pointed place.

This human, Eshley, talks to me about how to have a conversation.

The journey to the camp was just a clerical conversation, but once the camp was ready, the conversation started swinging.

To be honest, I find it annoying in a situation where people other than Jiro's associates are not interested in shards, but I don't hate it enough to ignore it.

I don't think so much about the four "female" knight apprentices who are impressed with his cooking appearance that has spread to the present day.

Even if you hide your body with armor and disguise your voice by magic, you can't fake it to the wavelength of magic.

Jiro, who knew those girls as him, took off his helmet and recognized his gender with an expression he couldn't say anything about.

Ignoring his emotional subtlety, I can't tell what he thought at the time.

She laughed convincingly when she said to him that a woman would inevitably be mistaken for a witch's escort.

"There you go."

Jiro is taking various nasty actions in the group of women, thinking that if he is a man of Isal, he will not be found out, but Jiro is acting in such a way as not to be in sight as much as possible.

It's administrative and a little lonely to taste and put a convincing stew on the vessel, but I'm glad you gave it to me first.

He himself finished his meal by answering indifferently to them who admired it as delicious at the end.

On the contrary, you will not realize that the attitude is attracting their attention.

I don't think you're a gentleman, but if you just don't take any negative action from them, it looks positive.

Get away from me. I'm gonna burn you.

"Ha, yes!

And it is troublesome to take good care of it.

Seems to be pushing a little bit, but I know you care about the key points.

He keeps an eye on one of the knight apprentices he tried to visit while he was cleaning up the fire, while shifting his body to make it easier to see what he was doing.

It's obvious to him, but there are rare people here who can do it for free.

It seems to have been missed a long time between camp installation and moderate work and cleaning up.

The distance between him and them is closer than at first.

"You can count on him."

"Yes, but is that okay? Weren't you supposed to be in charge?

"When it comes to cooking...."

Ah.

While the knights were doing their utmost to stop him, he also seemed to realize that Eshley might have something against the dishes.

I have to do it myself, but it gets messy.

The others are similar.

At the very least, he was impressive when he spilled something delicious.

It looks like I've finished cleaning up now and I'm going to take care of the weapon next to me.

"Good work."

"Oh, I mean, you guys should be able to cook a little. Why am I the most decent person?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not good at anything other than tomato dishes."

"It's sad that you can't deny that you've actually eaten."

I can't help it.

Tomatoes are an ingredient that you can't carry on your journey.

I know that if you speak up in the middle of the job, it makes you sick, but the attitude that answers the hassle of taking care of the weapon is meaningless than words.

I thought he meant to joke about his cooking skills, but is it a woman's power?

Not to mention anyone, but those who are significantly missing them seem to be holding their chest and taking damage.

I'll check his location on the map, too, but he said yes and went back to equipment care.

Trouble, as far as the map goes, I know the general location, so I know it's on schedule.

That concludes our work.

I'll think of something else to do, but there's no doubt about the sanity of letting the other person watch in situations where we don't trust each other, and it's decided to start watching from us and them in the first place.

I'm supposed to have him rest first.

We'll eat, and then we'll just finish watching.

……

If you say so, you'll be out of hand.

Well, I'm in trouble.

"Is there a problem?

"Yeah, I'll be free if this goes on."

"Why don't you talk to them? There's plenty to talk about.

"Oh, aren't you the one to talk to?

"When this is done, I'll rest."

"Then, until then, please take care of them."

"Yes, sir."

I'm just postponing the problem, but I'm happy to let it go.

It's not obvious what you want to do when you're in the city.

I can hear the bath from his mouth and why I return it.

"I don't want to take a bath for days, I can't calm down."

"I can't help it during my trip."

"Well, that's what I want you to do, but I want you to start taking baths everywhere."

You're obsessed.

"That's the kind of race."

I have someone who enjoys a conversation with him that shows how it sounds like he's Japanese.

There is me who forgets the passage of time.

If you realize it, you're talking to me.

"Ah"

Well, that's it.

But the sooner you enjoy it, the sooner it will pass.

I couldn't help but think of a bigger weapon.

Finish polishing the weapon dirty with the blood of the beast, check for blade spills, and wrap a cloth around it.

It represents the end of this conversation.

It's not like I won't be able to talk again, but I'd still like to talk if I could talk again tomorrow.

But I can't talk about it anymore.

If I hadn't been for them, I would have talked more, and I would have thought about that.

"Rest first, but wake me if anything happens."

"How?

"Shouldn't you say something or say something? Is there anything else?

"Well, I think this way of waking up was somehow me."

"Please do that privately."

I wonder, he touches my head with a smile and a stroke, pointing at my lips with words that I don't normally use to stop a little.

And laughing, he said to rest and leaned against the rock near me.

Cover yourself with your coat and close your eyes with the mineral tree standing on your shoulders.

The slightest silence, well, now it's out of hand.

Let's say we have a little more hesitation about him tomorrow.

Now let's think about how to spend the sentry.

Boundaries are activated, but unlike Japan, we don't know when or what will happen. However, most incidents can be dealt with by unsealing the last stronghold.

As long as you are normally vigilant, there is no problem.

If I were a vampire, I wouldn't worry about losing focus because this time zone is more of a waking time.

It is not a problem as it is, but it is also a fact that it is boring. It's not like reading a book. When you look up at the sky, you can't see the stars, you can see the leaves of the dark trees, and you can only see thick clouds ahead.

Don't the inhabitants of this town think nothing of this sky?

"Um..."

"What's the matter, Mr. Eshley?"

As I repeatedly asked myself various questions, the thought that I had spared time apart from vigilance began to show signs of derailment.

There were signs of talking to pull it back.

That said, there is no one but her who talks to me, but I shift my gaze from the sky to her while hoping that it will just be a good time.

Despite his reply, Mr. Eshley does not try to cut out the conversation with Soissois.

Her face is red and her gaze is not stable.

Alcohol should not have been consumed, and there are no signs of strange mushrooms in the previous meal.

Neither did I use charming magic against her, a vampire.

Then consider all the possibilities of why she won't cut out the story, from her appearance to the answer.

"Ah, that riverbank is a good idea if you need more help.

"No!

"Should I keep my voice down a little bit?"

"Because Mary says weird things!

For a moment he reacted to Mr. Eshley's voice, but he looked around and went back to sleep.

Unaware of the state of things, she talks even more reddishly, holding her voice down.

But what is it?

I thought it was the best reasoning among me, but I still can't predict human thoughts.

It seems that other people have been watching us for a while.

The atmosphere seems to be similar.

"Okay, so what do you want to talk about?

"Um, Mary..."

"Yes, what's wrong with me?

"You're dating him, aren't you?

"Yes, with someone sleeping there."

"Um..."

"Yes"

"What does it look like to be dating you?

……

Is this it, or is it being asked to fall in love with bananas?

Even if they don't notice, do humans ask vampires to talk about love?

This is my first experience, but I am not asked about the Demon King Army, so I think I can talk to you.

But, uh...

"What exactly do you want to hear?

What should I say because the way I hear it is too abstract?

If it's good or bad, what should I say?

Friendship isn't bad.

There is a First Lady named Suela, but he tries to treat me as equally as possible.

Sometimes I spend time alone, but it's not the time I feel uncomfortable with myself.

Of course, I have time for two people, so I can say it's good for me.

But I don't think that's what she wants to hear.

"Um, how we met, how we used to spend time together."

Is she under a curse or something?

Every time you ask a question, your face turns bright red.

They also show the attitude of listening rather than stealing.

There is no specific indication of a curse from Mr. Eshley, and it does not seem to be a disease due to the atmosphere of blood.

"You mean you met him?

"Yes! It doesn't mean I haven't met you, I haven't even met you, or I want to meet cool people!

"Yes, I understand."

It's still strange.

As far as I'm concerned, I just checked the content of the question… why does it make my face red by providing information I didn't hear?

Well, that's fine.

And you met him?

So, are you okay?

In retrospect, you were worried at first.

As you can see, my skin is white, so I think he made me look sick or something.

Is it gentle?

No, from my point of view, I thought he was strange because he was healthy and suddenly worried.

I was supposed to come shopping and started helping with my work, and that impression got stronger.

That's funny, isn't it?

I suppose that's what triggered it.

Thanks to the strong relationship between his profession and my workplace, I started talking to him regularly.

What is this?

It's a new potion

No, how do you see it? ○

It's a potion.

Talking about new products,

Looks good.

Oh, that's my rope.

I won't give you a discount.

Do something about it!

Turn him down.

Is that book funny?

"It's quite interesting, why doesn't this man notice the preferences of so many women, and on the contrary, he is friendly with his friends. What if you're gay? What do you think of the same man?

"... that's all I can say, but at least I don't think it's going to be what you think it is going to be."

Really?

I was looking forward to a conversation over the counter with him when I realized that I would normally talk about products and work.

I was always listening to the purchase work, inventory, and reading when I was free. Since when?

It was not a one-time conversation, but rather a conversation that began to look up at him from the counter.

Shortly afterwards, I heard that he started dating women in another workplace.

"" "Ehhhhh!??

Are you surprised?

Apparently he got hurt, and then the woman confessed and he accepted.

I don't know. I didn't take him away from that woman, did I?

It wasn't that I didn't have such an idea, but I was busy understanding what the emotions that suddenly appeared were rather than coming up with the idea.

Fortunately, he came to me a few days later, as the injury seemed not to have been serious.

At that time, I handled it as usual, but I couldn't get my eyes off his back as he gently walked out.

I was hoping that the closed door would open again.

Well, that's...

Now, I still don't know if the feelings at that time were love.

I understood because the book I was reading at the time had a depiction of a woman who was likely to take him just like me, and I compared it to that.

Is that funny?

I think so too.

That's what emotions are like for the first time.

And then what happened?

Yeah, after that.

"That's it."

"Oh, are you awake?

"It's nice to be close, but what makes you so sad that you have to pretend to be asleep listening to your love story."

"Shouldn't I?

"Please, next time, when I'm gone."

That's right.

……

"I won't yield to silent pressure, so rest while you can. If you say you can't move due to lack of sleep, I'll leave you."

That seems to be the end of the story.

I was aware of that, but it seemed that they were obsessed with the story, and my mouth, gently covered with my hands, could not speak any more.

I was able to get rid of the hand just by sliding it, but I can't refuse his request with a bitter smile.

Looking back from the direction I was looking at his face, I ended up with them in front of me.

Jiro then clapped his hands to announce the dissolution, and they returned to their roles with dissatisfaction.

The figure still doesn't seem excited, and I hear Chilari and I talking about what was good in the conversation earlier.

Speaking of which, are they high school students in Japan? Is that so? It was about that age.

Aren't you old over there?

Ooh.

"What's the matter?

"No"

Apparently, I may be that age, too.

While telling Jiro that there was nothing, I noticed myself feeling sorry for not being able to continue what I just said.

With his neck bent, he went back to his original position and said to rest again in his sleep. He asked for his reply and told Eshley that he couldn't do it when he was wearing a sentinel time to hear more.

I think it would be nice to have her as a dog, as a compartment.

Whatever.

"I'm going to love you now."

I didn't want to say this word.

He may have said it to me, but now it's my word.

Because vampires who are weak to heat love you so much that they don't suffer.

Apparently, the rest of the sentry time will be time to reflect on your memories.

Memoria Tris, 193-year-old, with a boyfriend.

My boyfriend Jiro Tanaka.

Professional Tool Store Owner

Magic Ability Six (Second Generals Class)

Position Curver

One word today.

Compared to the months and months I have lived, it is like a moment, but the pile has certainly borne fruit.

Another side END