I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

"You seem weak, but you're strong, aren't you? Let me tell you something - you seem to be here for me, too."

I named her Mary, and in her words, we were supposed to act with her.

Because the sight of the guild was so good, I eventually decided to leave the guild and take one room for conversation as I took the inn, under the gaze of many people. Although going to the mansion is also an end, I'm honestly scared if I'm not clear about the purpose of this S-ranked out-of-the-world girl. I don't know what I'm going to prove.

For example, you might be going to destroy that mansion, or you might have been curious to hear rumors about the mansion and thought you'd solve it.

If that were the case, she would hear Leila and those ghosts still in a coma. Sole is unsavory and very bad. Because if you find Leila to be a demon... she becomes dressed up. If you're the type of adventurer who can't leave the Demons alone, you might crusade Leila full of gaps.

Otherwise, if you hear a ghost, you may report it to the Alliance as an anomaly. When that happens, the rumors will have a clear reality, and the Alliance will do something to help the adventurer solve it.

I don't care if you just say you want to go to the mansion, but this kid doesn't seem like the kind of kid who listens to people honestly. A really troublesome kid got an S-rank, this would have been better if he was still a demonic combat maniac.

"According to the story, you've earned the prestige of an S-rank adventurer while standing in the H-rank adventurer's shoes."

"It's far from fame, but if you say it, I'd like you to say it's a bad review"

I moved the place from the guild to an inn room, and Mary said so as she sat back in my bed. With a hazy grin, with a mouthful that doesn't even make you feel malicious.

Nevertheless, I have no fame. [M] If there is, only bad reviews to the extent that they are seen with strange eyes and the credibility that leads only to a few people. From someone who doesn't know me, from the first person I met, I'm a creepy 'tough', sign Reaper who doesn't seem like a person. Fame is a long way off.

"I've been interested. I don't know why you're spoiling your H-rank status, why you've become an adventurer, who the hell you are... the more I listen to you, the better."

"... who I am"

"If you're an adventurer, you don't have to spoil it for the H-rank, and you don't have the benefit of it. Ningro, you don't have to be an adventurer. You have as much power as you can achieve an F-rank or higher Warcraft Crusade Request, that's what makes you S-rank... Oh, it's not just your ability to fight, is it? And so will the fairy and the beast boy there, but more importantly, the charm of being able to bring the Black Lacquered Red Princess and the Front Dance into your company is undoubtedly your power, isn't it?

Mary questions me continuously in a way that is reminiscent of the child's growing doubts about why. I didn't want to find specific answers to that question because I just roared. [M]

Originally, I became an adventurer because it was the only profession I could easily get because I came to another world with completely unclear qualities, and I'm spoiling it for the H rank, because I just don't need to increase my rank if I'm going to make the minimum money to live.

"The Red Princess of Black Paint" and "Front Dance"... probably referring to the current B-rank adventurers Leila and Doran, but I can't say they're my powers because they're one of us. Leila originally came with me to prey on me, and even Mr. Dolan stepped in for revenge, and she just walked into my party, affordable, willing to try to fight my people.

Honestly, my charm is no big deal. If there is, it's as creepy as people hate it. Ever since I was born, this is the only thing that has changed.

But Mary doesn't seem to want that answer, and she stares at me with her sparkling chunk-like eyes of curiosity. I hope you don't look at me with those big eyes because I'm dazzled.

"I don't give a lot of importance to being an adventurer. If I could get as much money as I can to live, I'd do anything with a coffee shop employee. I was just an adventurer at a job that was easy to get."

"Hmmm...... but sounds like you were better suited than I thought? Adventurer."

"Well, so far, so good."

"It's not going well. You're not just an adventurer, are you? There's no one else who doesn't know how to engage with the brave men who were the kingdom of Grandir. The presence of brave men is famous all over the world."

Well, it seems that the origin of my bad reviews was on the brave and me. Maybe that fight itself, but that day I played a villain in a collapsed guild... I'm sure I made a bad reputation for the brave and - Stella too - my rumors that I made out of the fight with the two of them. I did it, I wish I didn't have to play villain for nothing.

"So now I know my name has become famous. So, what do you want to say after all?

"Haha! Yeah, what am I trying to say? That a talented person would be obliged to use his power to the full. You and I both have the strength to do it as an S-rank, so there's no point in hiding it, is there? Ning Ro, don't you find it ridiculous that a person in the powerfully vulnerable category would look down on you just because you are H ranked, even though you have S rank strength?

"I think that's an interesting opinion. I mean, is that why you ran up to S-rank for a week or so?

Low rank, so they look down. The very idea that a man of strength should receive the right recognition and treatment from his surroundings is not bad. I'm not wrong, and she herself proves it in action.

From her point of view, I am the true opposite of that idea - I have the strength, but I am spoiled by the position that is overlooked.

In other words - does that mean she doesn't care about it?

What was behind the innocent laugh and the words that didn't make you feel malicious... was the idea that I wouldn't care?

But for that it's a mouthful that really doesn't feel malicious.

"Haha, it's not like you don't care. Hiding strength while being talented is also a person's freedom, and I think it's not a good idea if that's all there is to it. An adventurer is called a free man, isn't he?

That's what Mary says. She's her, and she's splitting up the area. It's good because girls of this age don't like me or something that comes a little saggy. But I also know how she thinks...... the idea that her surroundings should be properly aware of the treatment that comes with strength is not bad inside.

"Well I wouldn't say this now because such a rationale would apply anywhere in the world...... adventurer. Yeah, it's a lot of crap, but I think we're gonna have some leisure time."

"You're not so obsessed with adventurers."

"That's right, I didn't want to be an adventurer. The best position for my purpose was just to be an adventurer"

Purpose. Well, I'm not interested, but is she similar to me? I became an adventurer for the purpose of living… she is also an adventurer for the purpose.

I know you're not so obsessed with adventurers, but if you still think along the lines of meritocracy... that's why she doesn't hide her prowess as an S-rank.

"Yeah, you sure are an interesting guy to talk to. It seems creepy and weak, but rational and strong... didn't live up to expectations just like I was told."

"Thanks for that. So, can I talk to you about my business now?

"Haha! Fine, go ahead - what can I do for you?

Now that we're done talking about Mary, we're gonna start talking about me.

As far as I'm concerned, this one is more important than her stories about how she thinks.

"Mary's talking about going to a mansion outside this country... why?

"Oh? How do you know that?... Well, good. It doesn't make any particular sense, but tourism, to say the least? I heard a few rumors. So let's go check it out."

"Oh, yeah."

Cutting out the story of the mansion, she said it was unexpectedly sightseeing. They don't have any particular purpose. But yeah... looks like a pain in the ass.

'Cause she's lying. If you look at words so thin as paper and an attitude that doesn't try to match your eyes, you can easily tell it's a lie. She has a purpose, and besides, tourism doesn't seem like something that can be cleaned up in simple terms.

Kids are bad at hiding lies. This kid seems to think of meritocracy and all that, but I mean, he's got a childish personality... if you're trying to fool me with a lie, you're gonna step on a few more places before you come. It doesn't work for me.

"... Actually, we're going to go to that mansion."

"Heh! That's an odd encounter! Then I'll come with you. Yikes!

From this word, I guess she has no other purpose than to hide and do something. I mean, I'm not trying to be a criminal jerk...

So what are you going to that mansion for? I don't see the purpose of this child. Let's go together, what a word to say, so even if I were here, I could accomplish that end in itself. Besides, it can be done without me noticing.

In the first place, you can't tell to what extent it's a lie.

I have no choice. It might be safer to act together and monitor them to some extent than to leave them alone and let them bowl in with Leila and the others. Not me... Leila and the others. If I refuse anyway, I'll probably go alone.

"... Fine, then let's go to the mansion together"

"Haha! It's an honor to be able to throw a party, albeit temporarily, with the rumored 'tough' - no, or is it an honorable side as an S-rank? Anyway, it's my pleasure to meet you!

So I partied temporarily with a new S-rank adventurer - a girl named Mary.

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'Hmm? Hmm? It's kind of chilly, fuhihihihihihihi... the ghost said it's chilly! Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

In the mansion, the ghost was feeling something chilly. Is that something against orange noise - or that rookie S-rank adventurer... against Mary?

She doesn't know that herself, but in the end she is a ghost with no flesh of her own, only a soul. If you never feel anything but chills, you never feel instinctive fear.

There's no way she has more fear of survival instincts than she's already dead, and there's no way she has a body that feels chills.

In other words, what she felt was the underlying fear engraved in her soul.

If there was flesh, man would let his flesh weep into so much fear, draw blood to the point where he felt cold, and his muscles would be stiff, and he could not breathe well, and if he was weak, he would faint. Or he might die of shock. So much fear.

spiritual body but, therefore, already dead but thus fits to the point of illusion with chills...... she does not notice.

That its chill-like sensation is a solid proof that it was so terrified that it was engraved in its own soul in its lifetime.

The reunion of orange sounds and ghosts has been imminent to this day.