Homncrus is NOT ROM - What Homncrus Has Returned Less Being In Another World - (WEB Version)

Dear Mr. Iscarios, I was the one who was supposed to work as a direct intelligence officer, but I was not given any information about the organization at heart.

In the first place, I was about "better for a frail noble lady," and about no magic or "nothing".

It would be more useful to plant a talent education for orphans overflowing the city.

It's obvious that they're not expecting results, they're thrown in as subjects of Lexie's abusive taste.

Nevertheless, I also wanted to avoid things like jumping into danger with my round hips, so I decided to build up my own workout.

Acquisition of knowledge of the official languages, social systems, cultures, customs and current status of the Harmonian countries.

That and correcting personalities and spiritual aspects to facilitate the task.

Fortunately, thanks to Master Iscarios for keeping an eye on Lexie's trends, neither could she inadvertently send me to the dead, and I had time to indulge in what I needed to learn.

Originally, I liked reading books, and storing things in my head I didn't know was fun.

I also have no resistance to overwriting my personality and spirit, which is neither talented of any kind nor of strong will, and I will obediently create a new self.

Familiar with a variety of knowledge and upbringing, starting with language, it attracts the interest of the other person by changing the joy and sorrow easily and coronally, and favors them with pleasant and polite language.

Strength and physical fitness are very common girls, who tend to be distracted by cute and beautiful things.

Even more sexually, she is a wife, and blushes or irrationally angry at the stories and events of that hand.

Girl tickles her human protective appetite around because she's weak and full of gaps.

I like Almeria's name, but it's a little too considerate to be disputed by the city well.

So let's shrink a little and name it Me (...) Li (...) A (...).

Eventually, an order was given to me.

It's an undercover mission to the Kingdom of Santa Monia.

It was Lexie who screwed in anticipation of Master Iscarios' departure from his own territory on an expedition.

One of my few strengths was that my body's magic penetration was high.

Magic penetration is the power to take magic into your body.

Generally places full of magic increase the speed of magic recovery, but I find that extremely quick.

Most importantly, because of the low magic reserves and output at the heart, it is not very helpful.

But this magical penetration greatly dictates the effectiveness of certain sorceries.

It is the magic of the "engraving" lineage of sorcery that draws letters and pictures with magic on the body.

Usually these sorceries are used to engrave signs that cannot be dispelled by slaves and criminals.

However, in the case of humans with high magic penetration, "engraved" magic transmits the skin and is taken into the body.

The magic captured rises to the surface of the body by performing a pre-expanded chant at the time of engraving.

The [Red Contract (Burt Mirage)], which engraved the family crest on my fist, is also a form of magic in that pedigree.

My task was to capitalize on the high degree of magic penetration to get my infiltrating collaborators to write down the information they got in their bodies with engraved witchcraft and return as they were.

The engraved magic captured in my body will never be expressed without my own exercise of magic.

If I die, the magic in my body will be fogged at the same time as the cessation of life activities and the engraving will disappear without a trace.

This means that my body can be used as a human letter to convey information that absolutely needs to be kept secret.

Meet the person instructed at the place as told, have the engraving embedded, and return.

I couldn't tell you anything but what I needed to do to carry out my mission.

For me as an amateur, the extra information seemed to blunt my judgment or threaten to leak it the other way around.

Obviously, I thought you were treated like a thing, but you don't have the pride to be hurt by that.

Besides, I don't mind riding Lexie's thoughts, but I'm honestly glad to be able to help Master Iscarios.

It just lasts until the days when you just die to be bred and killed, even if you live in an empire anyway.

Then I thought it would be more humane to pop out into the outside world.

This positivity may be more of a Meliá idea than an Almería.

I left Imperial Capital on a boarding carriage, aiming for Eisenburg, a city near the border between the Kingdom of Santa Monia and the Empire.

Nominally, I'm the daughter of a certain chamber of commerce in Ifestio and I'm supposed to be here to marry the Chamber of Commerce in Santa Monia.

Thanks to my forged ID, I was able to enter the Kingdom of Santa Monia sooner or later.

Not so much, we were able to reach Eisenburg and rendezvous with our collaborators within Santa Monia at the location and time as instructed.

Is the collaborator male, about forty years old?

This and uncharacteristic appearance wraps around garments that are neither gorgeous nor miserable.

Without a name, he has spoken in one word of Ifestio.

When I returned it in fluent Santa Monian and gave it a smile when I laughed, it made me smile and relieved the tension.

I feel the effect of the workout.

He takes me through to a hidden room in the basement of a church in Santa Monia.

The blue stone making room is limp and dimly lit with candlelight.

And there were guys in robes in deep hoods waiting to tell me it was indoors.

"Is this little girl the Empire's man?

Are you kidding me?

Such a voice came from one of the men in the robe.

They're probably magicians.

Mages are priceless all in all and take a look down on others.

"Yes, you are all of a sudden rude!

I've been given proper orders!

I try to follow and pretend I'm angry.

As I thought, the men laugh with their noses.

"Fair enough.

If only you had the qualities to engrave your body.

Let's get started. "

I heard you were slightly in a good mood for my reaction, which was what I expected.

I was instructed to fall asleep lying on a rectangular stone about the size of a bed in the center of the room.

As I was told, I ascended on a stone and tried to put him to sleep,

"What are you doing?

Who instructed you to take a nap "

"What?"

"You have to be naked to plant the engraving."

And the man in the robe says...

".................. eh!?

I raised too many voices of surprise!

"Ha, are you naked!?

"You bet.

Engraving is something that strikes the skin.

From the top of the clothes, the impression becomes blurred and the fine letters become discerning. "

I tried to cuddle my body and refused to take my clothes off.

This is not a play or anything.

Because I seriously don't like it when men see my skin.

I turned my gaze to the guide man, as I sought salvation, but he stared at me with his emotionless eyes.

"It's a waste of time. Do it."

Hear that word from the man in the robe. The man in the guide has pushed me down on the stone and put his hands on my clothes!

"No! Please don't!

I screamed, but you don't listen to me as you deserve.

Billy, I heard a noise and my shirt sleeve was torn.

I feel scared and my body tends to be strong by the force I can't resist.

That's when I remembered what Lexie had said to me.

"Treated like things by men, tainted, decayed!

I'm delighted to see the cool face that stopped tall get all distorted out. Wow!

I don't like it.

I can't believe she did what she thought she did!

"Please let me go! Because I will take my clothes off myself!!

When I shouted that way, the man's power suddenly loosened.

Put your hands on the hem of your shirt yourself.

It's okay. Just take off your clothes.

I don't get dirty or decayed about this.

I made up my mind to take my clothes off.

Exactly, though I hide my chest with my arms.

Slowly lie down on the stone as it is.

I got goosebumps when calming stone cold came through my chest.

"Totally... I can't wait to deal with my biological daughter"

That's what one of the guys in the robe threw up.

"I think we're going to have to cry and scream.

The pain of engraving is many times more painful than tattooing. "

"I've also heard that deep down is equivalent to labor pain."

We have disturbing conversations overhead, but I don't care.

It was a tremendous pain when I did have the Rollingen family crest engraved on the back of my hand, but I ate my teeth and didn't even raise my voice.

I try to brave myself that no matter how painful it is, I'm not going to die.

Okay, let's go.

When you look at the guys in robes on the side, they have something like a pen with red tips glowing.

Slowly bring it closer to my back.

And the moment the light touched me, the pain ran like a needle pierced me.

"Huh!!

I can hang on a long time.

It really hurts, but it's the range of expectations.

It's not even enough to raise your voice.

"Wow... this is pretty good skin.

High permeability.

I think I can write this down pretty deeply. "

Deep down? What do you mean, it was that moment I thought.

The needle was stabbed. The heat was added so that it could be burned where the pain was.

"Ah! Ugh!?

I raise my voice unexpectedly.

The pain suddenly got stronger.

"Three layers next."

The pain that was concentrating on one point spreads disorderly and swells like a crack in the glass.

"Uhh!? Hey... stop."

"Detain him. And stuff your mouth with something."

I was stoned with both my wrists and thighs.

"Four layers."

"Ya, stop - yah!!

The pain that struck me from the outside pierces my body the next time I try to get out of the core of my body.

And the cloth stuffed my mouth trying to scream.

"Five layers."

"Uh-huh!!

"Wow, six layers."

"Uh-huh!!

"Can we go seven layers?

The pain that grows deeper far exceeds my known senses and I didn't know how to describe it.

They eventually got to the nine layers, and the time the engraving is engraved there...

I don't know how long, but I just thought.

"Drop it"

That.

Too much pain makes me regret being alive and I'm even going to regret being born retracing my memory.

Because I didn't know there was as much pain in the world as this one.

Eventually, the pain eased as the work progressed.

It will be because the place where you are engraving is getting closer and closer to the surface layer.

"From now on, it's the third floor.

She called me a little girl, but it's a big deal. "

"Oh. I let you go through a difficult experience"

"If I'd been a little younger, I'd have enjoyed it in a different way."

Men pounding lightly over their heads.

It sounds like swallowing, but I'm still in so much pain.

Tears don't stop, and the hand you hold is your nails eating into your skin and blood flowing.

But some of me was beginning to be horrified to see the end of the work.

It was then.

Bibibibibibibibibibibibibibi!!

There's a loud noise coming from nowhere.

Similar to the tone of the whistle, but reluctantly, it sounds extremely unpleasant.

Unexpectedly, my body becomes alert.

"Shit. Did you find it?"

"I wanted to write it off to the end, but I don't mind.

I wrote what I needed. "

"As for neoteny...... okay.

Hey, my daughter.

You're about to get raped by the weasels, but answer me. "

The men stop the work.

"Don't take the restraints off.

I think that's better.

Then do it right. "

They said that and opened the door to the room and headed outside.

I'm still in captivity, and I can't figure out what's going on, but I can't move my body...

"Ghaaaaaa!!

I heard screams from outside the room.

And the screams continue.

One, two, three...

A soldier in armor came down when the scream stopped and a little bit.

Soldiers are equipped with helmets whose faces are completely covered, so we don't know who they are.

They surrounded me with a crisp move and stoned.

"What... oh, the..."

I was trying to say something, but I'm too confused to know what to say.

A soldier of a man with no helmet showed up there.

He's about thirty years old and he's a man with a tough vibe of a gutted physique.

"Oi! Don't look at the woman naked!

Somebody put a cloth on him. "

Copy that.

The man seemed to be the leader of the soldiers and gave instructions to his men.

My men immediately took the coat that was in the room and put it on my upper body.

This jacket is probably the belongings of the men in those robes.

Gradually, the situation has taken hold.

And the meaning of the words they left behind.

"Oh, from you, I want to talk to you.

You know what I'm saying?

I nodded at the words Mr. Leader put to me.

And

"Thanks for your help......

I... got caught by those guys... "

I cried with a big grain of tears and raised my voice to cry.

Then Mr. Leader looks baffled.

Instruct my men to remove my restraints while they are in trouble.

"Anyway, I'm glad you're safe.

The people who took you are terribly bad people.

We've been struggling to catch them too. "

He's either trying to calm me down or he's making a bad laugh.

That's chocolate.

In him I seem to have already had him admitted as a poor victim.

He tries to hold me and get out of the basement.

When I went outside, the bodies of the men in the robes were rolling.

It's pierced with swords and spears, bleeding to death.

The guide man was probably hit by witchcraft.

My whole body is blackened and out of stock.

From their unusual appearance, I turn away.

Then Mr. Leader held my shoulder and repositioned himself so that they could not see.

The human being I was talking to earlier died.

I'm sure they were ready to die.

It was light from putting me down and going outside until I was a corpse.

I don't know what they left behind, engraved in my body.

But that must have been a load.

By depositing it with me, they left the world lightly.

Yes, I'll think about it.

"I did keep it"

I whined a little so no one could hear me