How To Live In A Different World

"Well, what do we do with this guy's name?

I decided to consider the name of a strange creature with its neck wrapped around it.

"Hey, you want a cro, don't you?

Cain says quite cheaply.

"No! This kid's cute when he looks closely, and he's coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, coooo. What do you say?"

Cui blinks her eyes and begs her dressed like a prayer with both hands.

"No, this would be Pyrrolipon II, a far-reaching warcraft that comes heavily into Elden mythology. The Warcraft created the earth and is a great contributor to the creation of this world."

Mooie is a little excited and intelligent (?) I came up with a twisted name.

Nevertheless, I don't know what that means as far as I'm concerned, like Elden Mythology or Pyrrolipone II, and I don't even think it's cooler than anything else.

Besides, I don't know what Warcraft means by II or anything.

"Um, that's right. What do we do?

I don't dare, I'll call them by each name in turn.

"Cro."

sieve

He shook his head to the side and looked disgusted.

"Coo."

... sieve

I thought about it for a second, but I don't think I like it either.

"Pyrrolipone II"

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

It's a fierce face to the side, a face of categorical rejection.

"None of them seem to care."

Cain and the others turned to him with a soothing expression.

After I thought about it,

"... mucharinda."

The guy stopped moving for a moment, moved his torso to the front of my face and put his arms together. Yeah, he made a big nod gesture. Then he put his right hand forward and his thumb up and posed for a good job.

I wanted to stick in why I knew the goodjob pose, but, well, he seems to like the name I gave him, so I decided to flush it out.

"All right, from today on you are Mucharinda. Um, it's a long time, so it's a mess. Nice to meet you all!

"I get it. If your brother named you and he's convinced, he has nothing to say."

Cain replies with a smile, but Cue and Mooie were a little fuzzy.

"Absolutely, Coo is cuter though!

"No, no, it's Pyrrolipone II. He doesn't have half the strength!

The two looked unconvinced yet.

"By the way, what origin is that?

Mooie asked me how uncomfortable I was.

"It means a noble being like a kind of patron god. Well, you have to protect me."

"Hmm, is that right? That's not the right name for once."

"That's right. Well, I'd really appreciate it if you could always protect me, but it's still a long way off."

Mucha punched me in the cheek with the goo again.

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My new buddy, who got a new name after all, never got off my neck and decided to stay asleep that night.

The next day Peppee and Mucha wake me up with a tap on my cheek.

"Mm-hmm... what? What's wrong?"

I was a little upset when I woke up where I felt comfortable sleeping, but I still can't help but give up because this guy hasn't even been born yet.

Mucha started gesturing in front of me with his torso wrapped around my neck.

Gripping with both hands where there was nothing in the air, he put it in his mouth one after the other and began to rub his stomach.

"... uh, you mean hungry?

"Ku (Good Job!

I get out of bed and leave the room thinking it's a hassle.

And when I went to the kitchen of the village chief's house, he said it was still early in the morning, but the village chief's wife was already awake and ready to eat.

"Oh, good morning."

"Good morning."

Say hello gently.

"Excuse me. It's still early for breakfast, do you have anything to eat? He wants something to eat, so..."

When I point and listen to the mucha wrapped around my neck, the village chief's wife looks at the object wrapped around my neck as she narrows her eyes.

"Um... hi, hi, what is it, that?

Well, it looked just like I expected.

(Well, for the first time, don't be surprised)

I thought I might have done something a little wrong on the inside, but keep talking.

"This is the contents of a warcraft egg found in a treasure found in a cave in Kobolt. Don't worry, nothing will harm you."

To be honest, I don't know the ecology at all, so I really doubt I will attack, but for once, I will return a one-sided answer on the street.

"... really, are you okay?

His wife approached him roughly and looked seriously at Mucha.

"It's fine. I have nothing to do with sleeping with him overnight, and the words seem to make sense to some extent. Look, say hello!

When I asked Mucha to say hello, he lowered his head.

"Ku."

And I rang out.

Seeing that, your wife seemed a little relieved, too.

"I get it. I don't know what to do."

With that said, he went back to the kitchen and appropriately put cheese, bacon and other foods on a plate and put milk in a smaller wooden cup to serve on the table.

"Like this, yeah?

"Yeah, you'll probably be fine. Because if you don't like it, you won't be able to."

The moment I say that, Mucha flies right off my neck and sits in front of a plate put on the table.

Then, briefly lift the cheese about the same size as your own head on the plate with your left hand, and tear it into smaller pieces with your right hand and keep putting it in your mouth.

Hippo, hippo.

The cheese, the same size as Mucha's own head, quickly disappeared and disappeared, this time lifting with both hands the ends of the longer bacon up to the height of his own shoulders, starting to snag from the guts and ends.

"Kee-ho, kee-ho"

Because I grabbed the bacon in the morning, or it is a little upset.

Immediately, I thought I'd thrown the bacon I had in my hands on the plate with poignancy, and I'd stick my head in the cup and keep drinking it up and down at a rate that would put my mouth on very milk water and suck it up.

The milk quickly turned 1/3 and I started hitting the bacon again to see if it got stuck in my throat.

Honestly, I'm going to flatten out the dishes that were sent out to make me fall in love with the one I'm watching.

I ended up eating all the food and milk I had on the plate.

As a result, the snake part is thick as a cock and swollen to the bread.

"He said, his torso is in human form, but what about his stomach?

When I said that to myself, I wondered when I saw the gutted mucha for a full stomach on the table.