Entering a Company From Another World!?

118 If you have a choice, you should consider

Jiro Tanaka, 28, married.

My wife, Suela Henderberg.

Memoria Tris

Professional Dungeon Tester (Full-time)

Magic Ability 9 (Quasi-Demonic King Class)

Position Warrior

Spirit of time and space. This is another tickling word for a child. "

"Really?

Time has passed since I received the explanation of the spiritual ritual rituals, and I murmur as if I recall the name of the spirits that Mitt told me.

"Kids are the most powerful and awesome," right? If it's a boy, it's a monk. "

"Perhaps so, if you're a small child, you dream of a contract with a special spirit once. I remember that too."

"Isn't it?"

"Yeah."

Speaking of which, Suela said there was such a person in the past.

I know one or two of my childhood friends that my future dream is a hero.

It is expected that the specs of the Spirit scheduled to be contracted will be high.

I used to want to sigh and suffer from a headache when I thought I might be fighting something that could be said to be such a chunk of convenience...

Jiro seems to be having fun.

"Instead of feeling challenged by the influence of those instructors or by fighting itself, I'm beginning to feel the pleasure of challenging the mighty."

I don't have it now.

On the contrary, just thinking about the battle is slight, but I even feel the euphoria.

I didn't think I was this much of a Battlejunkie, but I think I was.

I would like to fight even if I knew I would lose.

It has nothing to do with being strong or making a covenant with the Spirit.

Teachers will say this is evidence that the spirit has been forged to the point where it can be challenged without fear.

And you'll take one off while you're happy with the power tag you were controlling.

"If you were a normal dark elf, you'd sweat cold just by asking the name of Vals, but Jiro doesn't seem like you."

"Yeah, some kids just stretch their spine when they hear it's premium."

Mitt and Smilasta, sitting across the street, nodded impressively.

"Remember, it's a gift of education."

It is hard to say that it is because of the experience of getting into the third chome of Hell, where the words are cloudy.

"Rather, I want you to tell me about Vals."

"I was going to say yes, but I don't know much about Vals myself. Well, to be precise, few of our family know how strong it is."

So I try to change the subject, but unfortunately, it ends emptily.

If I wanted to get a little information, Mitt's answer would be "shoulder to shoulder."

I feel like I've been hearing the word "sorry" a while ago, but I can't attack Mitt who seems to be sorry.

"Some people challenge me every year, but all of them are being pushed back because they can't grasp the full story. All we know is we can't attack, we can't defend, we can't see. Therefore, it is the Spirit that is regarded as the strongest part. My father may have looked at Jiro's magical aptitude and growth and thought,"

It may be, but some of Mitt's people are already convinced.

My father would definitely advise me to make a deal with the Spirit.

Originally, it should be normal to challenge the spirit with hope, but there are cases where these intermediaries are sandwiched by Shiki.

In that case, it is mostly the case that the intermediary contracts with the Spirit that he recommends.

"Or if you're going to marry Suela, it might mean that much."

If it's your stepfather, it's possible.

"I'm starting to feel more like my own life."

I was only able to tell Mitt that it might mean putting foil on it.

It can be said that it was planted in this short period of time because it was generous enough to think that it would be done.

I forgot because it was a favorable encounter at first, but it wouldn't be strange to impose such a test.

"Then I'll do my best to respond to it."

"We're counting on you."

"Yeah."

It's not pressure, it's expectations, and I think the difference is between what you think is burdensome and what isn't.

This time the latter.

I honestly felt like I wanted to meet Suela's parents' expectations.

Then I will honestly train until the contract ceremony, and I will spend time challenging the dungeon.

With that in mind, I felt thirsty and unfortunately reached out to the coffee cup, and the contents were empty.

There is no place to make it, even if it is a refill.

We have to start over again.

I'll go.

Oh, please.

Suela, I'll help you too.

Thank you, Mother.

I tried to go to the kitchen, but before that, Suela stood up and took the cup and headed towards the kitchen.

But you thought it would be a hassle for four people alone, and Mr Smirasta got up and headed to the kitchen.

Parents and children work side by side in the kitchen.

When I saw him, I thought of a question I had never heard before.

"Mr. Mitt."

"What is it?

"It's me and Suela's kid, but you're still halfway there?

If the Japanese had a child with a foreigner, the child would draw the blood of the race of Japan and the country in which the child was married.

It is the difference in ratios that gives the halves the characteristics of each country.

Then I thought it would be the same for the children of me and Suela, the Dark Elves.

But I've been rattling and I didn't have the time to ask about it, and I've been putting it on hold.

Then there will be some questions at this time.

"Well, Jiro, you didn't know what would happen to a Fae child."

"I was ashamed to judge by the common sense of our world."

This knowledge is a prediction in view of the simple setting of the creative world.

It is by no means realistic.

Instead of my thoughts coming from that knowledge being an area of prediction, it's just an idea that I can freely assume isn't.

Mitt laughed and told me that I had no choice but to be ignorant.

"In Isal, basically, the kind of children that are born will be the mother kind."

"Maternal? Doesn't Half Elf exist?

"Your half-elf refers to the existence of a combination of human and dark-elf characteristics, but in conclusion, there is no such existence. The only exception is the offspring who are born with the maternal race. Some theories say that God has decided this, but the whole story is unclear. Sometimes you become a father, but the odds are about one in a thousand."

I don't understand the rationale, and if it's a genetic conversation, I can sing a three-year-old trilogy from a different field.

You can think of it as the mystery of life.

So our children are basically Suela and Memoria.

"You don't have any weird obstacles, do you?

"Yes, as long as your body and Suela's body are healthy, it's fine. It's not unusual for a heterosexual marriage in this world. I have plenty of experience with these measures."

Really?

The doubts were resolved, and there were more reasons why we had to conclude the contract with the Spirit.

I'm too lonely to leave my wife and children alone.

With that in mind, the bedroom door opens.

Good morning, sir.

Morning, Memoria. It's lunch.

"Fufu, good morning, Memoria."

Near noon, pointing to the clock near noon with a bitter smile at the memory that came up.

Suela greets her from the kitchen.

"Where are the Mills?

"I'm still asleep. My father and mother were naturally nocturnal, so it seemed like they were up a little bit overwhelmingly yesterday, so I thought I'd wake up a little bit later."

I see.

She sat next to me, the other way around.

"So, what were you talking about?

"Ah, let's talk about the Spirit I'm contracting. I was hoping to gather information if I could, but unfortunately, it seems like I have someone very special to prepare."

I was talking about a child, but I thought it was somehow different to shake the story to a memory that I didn't have yet. I shake the topic before.

I'll tell her about the Spirit of Time and Space, Valus, who nodded to the point.

"I've heard of your name, but to learn more,"

I'm sure it will be.

"Ha is a spiritual spirit that is rarely discussed in our family. It's strong, but it tends to be minor."

It seemed like I didn't hear much about other species, Memoria.

I don't know what to do, but because of what happened to Memoria, Suela is preparing for lunch, so it will take some time for her to come back.

"Speaking of which, I've heard a long time ago, is it true that vampires have a ritual of marriage when they marry another race? Ah, if it's a secret trick or something, you don't have to talk about it."

Instead of offering topics, researcher Mitt's interest should have prevailed.

I waved the subject to Memoria to confirm the truth of what I had heard in the past.

"Blood exchange?

"I don't know if that's what it is, but I hear it's a sacred ritual of sharing a lifespan."

"Blood exchange?

Now I turn to topics I've never heard of.

"It's an old habit at our vampire wedding. In ancient times, it was a ritual of drinking each other's blood, sharing life, and giving time until the day death splits the two."

"So you're not doing it now?

"It's still in the form, but I haven't seen anyone do it lately. There are fewer marriages to heterosexuals, and ritual difficulties. It costs money to get the tools to do something more serious."

"I see, isn't it something that tastes good?"

That means that unlike spiritual rituals, expenses are expensive.

Then I am convinced that it will not be executed very much, but it is also true that I am interested in what the effect is.

"By the way, Memoria, what happens when you do that ritual?

"It's simple."

Listen to it honestly.

You can be a vampire.