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

Apart from the purpose, the orange sounds were admitted to the school. If so, I am obliged to attend events and classes at that school. Well, I grew up around people who had been spoken of as "Be a fine knight" or "I can be a good wizard" since I was a young girl, and I finally enrolled in this school. You won't be able to just act selfish in such an environment.

The orange noise that skipped class once has already eaten some scolding from teachers. Although I am dissatisfied when it comes to dissatisfaction that Layla, who skipped in the same way, was just a little cautious for some reason. Anyway, I was told to attend classes and events.

Well, it's hard to move early after school, so I'm in class for now, even as an orange noise. Knights classes can also know the common sense part of this world, so it's not for nothing. I can also learn tactical knowledge and various ways of fighting, and I try to think and misuse it as an orange sound and to let it go to my own battle, so that I can make the most of it.

I also have an obsession with my classmates born of being with Leila, but Orange Sound doesn't dare to do anything about it. I can't change what I'm doing with Leila to say, because in the end, their evil push is not far off and hitting more than Leila likes orange noise.

Let's just say it's a more beneficial use of time to think about Stella and the others than to do something about that certainty.

"Hmm... Either way, I have to see Stella and the others."

"What are you talking about? It's annoying."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

There was now a dorm room, orange noise and franc.

The orange noise sitting in front of the desk roared as to what was wrong with leaving herself to the back of the chair, but Fran, annoyed by it, turned her jittery eyes as she fell asleep on the bed. It has been about a month since school life began, and gradually freshmen are getting used to school life from freshmen to students.

Fran is also used to living together with orange sounds, and continues to have an attitude in which the reluctance he did not have was even less. Use your orange closet space as you please, take off your clothes on the bed of orange sounds, use an orange sounding chair to reach high on the bookshelf, and all the things in this room at the earliest are just my own. Like I said on the first day, apparently the orange noise is figurine-level presence in her.

However, orange noise doesn't say anything in particular either, so I guess it's compatible. Especially since life goes on without disputes such as this. I don't use the closet originally, I don't study, so I don't mind using the chair on my own, and it's the earliest treat such as clothes that have been taken off in bed. Because if a pretty girl's freshly stripped clothes are dumped in bed, orange noise is a pervert who will be happy to collect them. Even yesterday I slept around my neck with the clothes I had been stripped off. She said that she felt very good and could sleep in the smell of a slightly scented flower.

Well, they took it up the next morning when I gave it back to the boulder, but since then, my clothes have normally been stripped off in bed, so I don't seem to really care.

"I mean, when will you introduce me to Senior Layla?"

"You said you'd get a chance... well, in the meantime"

"I've heard rumors about your close relationship with Senior Layla and I trust you..."

"Hmm... well, don't you have an opportunity within that? There are interactive classes with the intermediate department."

To the orange noise words, Fran buried his face in the pillow with his nose ringing. In a simple but bathed room, her hair is moist and wet. The outfit is also water-colored bedroom wearing negligee. Besides, I can see underwear if it's a slightly transparent type.

Fran said that it's actually normal to sleep naked, but her father told her to stop at the boulder, and that she had no choice but to wear the sole she was given at that time.

Orange sounds like, 'Fine, why don't you sleep naked?' I said, 'I was returned that my promise to my father could not be rebelled. Well, through that, it's an orange sound I thought you were a pretty open kid about sex.

Speaking of which, Fran.

"You've told me many times to call you Elusia, you fool"

"Do you have friends in class?

"You're a man who doesn't listen to people... and it's none of your business."

Oh, this guy doesn't have any friends, it's an orange noise I'm sure of.

Apparently, Fran was spoken to by quite a few students at the beginning due to his freshman rep and his appearance endeavor - but he slashed everything basically with a protracted attitude. As a result, she failed to make friends. Because not a single one exists who can be called a friend, as I gave back in strong words to orange noise.

Well, orange pitch. No talent is tolerant of her cold demeanor. If you mean going out with her, you will still be required to be more tolerant than anything else. If you think about it, Miluna, who has established a position like that with a corpse sound, will surely be able to go out with Fran. Well, I don't seem to talk about different classes.

"Ha... I wonder why this room is with such a man"

"I was hoping you'd notice in the first phase, well, let's get along"

"... well, I'm not indisposed to use the room and I don't mind... it's the scratches on the figurines"

Living with orange sounds doesn't seem so unpleasant even as a franc, and I didn't deny the word to get along with orange sounds.

In fact, even for her, I don't hate a guy named Orange Sound. Probably about as convenient a cohabitant as any other person in this school. The owner of a personality who behaves as he pleases but does not come up with any complaints or anything else, and who makes the room look like he can use it all he wants and even if it's rough. It's the end of saying we should get along with each other even with a tight attitude.

As for her, who has never been able to make any close friends because of this attitude, she was a good opponent for exposing herself as a vegetarian for the first time outside of her relatives.

Besides, just because I don't expect respect for older people or anything like that, I'm not going to force you to have a respectful language or respectful attitude, and I'm not going to try to touch on those topics. Having taken a junior serious attitude towards orange noise since the beginning of his encounter, Fran unconsciously thinks that he is an easy-going opponent even with the presence of orange noise beside him in every sense.

So now, a month later, Fran has behaved more than he did on the first day, and he has taken a largely shattered attitude towards orange noise. Well, even if it's crushed, it means the grade of bad mouth has gone up.

I wonder why, Fran became a little more interested in a man named Orange Sound.

He's been telling me to behave so tyrannically and get along. He even invades his opponent's personal space and makes Sole good even though he doesn't even have a special winning attitude as a junior.

- How can you stay so warm?

Speaking of personality, that's it, but there's no way I can remember being so rude and frustrated by the first person I met. If the first impression is a sinister one, it lasts a lifetime. If you can continue to follow that impression afterwards, Sole will be stressed, and his attitude toward the other person will be more or less sinister.

Yet the orange noise is still friendly to Fran. The thin and thin laughter is a little creepy, but he's basically being nice to me. That bothered Fran a little.

"... hey, don't you hate being in my room?

That's why I heard. If you don't like it, then - I don't think you can change the room right now. I know it's easy for you to get along with Fran, but if it's one-sided, you can't even be tyrannical enough to force it.

But the orange noise gave the question a decent look and then laughed haha.

"You can live with a beautiful girl, you don't hate it."

"... yes, you like things"

To the orange noise answer, Fran, who had only pointed his gaze at him, said so as to whine. Originally there was a verse that I thought I might not like the orange noise either. That's just what he told me from his mouth. A cohabitant who, as Fran, was easy to get along with, just thought he didn't like it over there.

But she hasn't noticed. That my mouth end, which was always floating on the top of the Buddha, was hanging a little or loosely.

The orange noise rises from the chair and rolls over to his bed. When I could put my undressed Fran's clothes over my eyes with all the eye masks as usual, I went straight into a sleeping position.

"Let's go to bed."

"... right"

To the orange noise words, Fran consented and dived into the duvet. Then turn off the magic prop lights and put your head on the pillow.

When I glanced at the guy trying to sleep smelling his clothes next door, I kind of itched, so for now...

"You fool"

"Why?"

He cursed at the orange noise and closed his eyes.

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- Knights of the Kingdom of Credale stuffing.

In this country where we are trying to educate knights and wizard eggs and develop talented talent, the Knights' power is mighty. It is also the symbolic presence of a country that protects its people from threats. Captains leading several troops, starting with the Deputy Commander of the Knights. And the knights and wizards who accompany them and encourage them to train every day are the swords and shields for the kingdom that the children yearn for and the people trust.

There was a little swordswallowing air in that knighthood.

The cause lies in the heavy expression of the Knights Commander and Deputy Commander. Each captain looked equally difficult, creating a silent space surrounding a large table.

"... what will you do, Captain?

It was the deputy commander who cut it out in such a space. The Talked Knights leader roars with his arms together and frowning between his brows.

The cause that afflicts them in this way was discovered the other day - the activation of the Warcraft. Recently, the temper of the wild Warcraft living in the surrounding nature has become rough here. The cause is unknown, but they are expected to enter the country sooner or later as a large group with a rough temper.

The Warcraft around here are not so threatening as a Knights... but there are limits to how many violence can be dealt with anyway. Where the Knights struck their best hand, it would be inevitable for the dead to come out of the people.

But as a Knights, you can't let that happen. We will not let the dead out of the people as long as we can. That's why the Knights exist.

"... I can't do anything about it at this stage... but you should tell the people. As long as we can convey information that it could be dangerous, we can also act in case something happens. It'll give you anxiety and confusion, but it's much better than letting the dead out"

"Right. Okay, I'll do that for now."

"Oh, please - each captain hits the outer gate guard that leads us out of the country starting tomorrow. Give me at least one wizard who can inform me of the crisis with a few knights as deputy, and I'll leave the extraction of personnel to my discretion. The remaining knights are, as usual, domestic guards. All right?"

"" "" Ha!

Each captain returns a strong reply with salute to the Commander of the Knights. Whatever the difference in character, those who have become knights to protect the people - for that reason, let us give our lives with our swords.

The chief of the knights nodded and stood up to announce his dissolution. At that moment,

"- Ugh... ugh!?

From behind the Knights Commander, he was sticking the sword that the Deputy Commander was raising on his hips against the Commander's back. The Knightly Commander, who twisted himself, avoids lethal injuries caused by his sword. And I immediately pulled out my sword. I narrowed my eyes to explore the reasons for the Vice Commander's outrage.

Each captain had also pulled out his sword the moment the Knights captain was stabbed, and had already begun to act. Whatever the reason, the detention of the deputy commander who led to the outrage. You can ask why later, eliminating danger is the top priority first.

I guess it's also their strength to be able to push and kill upsets and act.

The captains waved their swords to restrain the deputy captain, holding the deputy captain down in an ambush fashion. The vice president, instantly captured by an awesome collaboration, has been seized of the sword and dropped.

"... what do you mean? Why are you doing this?

"Ah... they found me... oh, I'm sorry... please don't look scared, because I'm gonna cry..."

Attempting to approach the Deputy Commander and inquire about the sincerity of the outrage, the Knight Commander looked back at the sword tip as he noticed the signs that had appeared in that room and turned his gaze to those who were there to see them.

Then, on the big table where I was at the meeting, a girl who wasn't supposed to be there until earlier sat down a little bit. He is wearing clothes like a Godzilla doll and is holding a stuffed rabbit with both hands. He was frightened by the Knights captain's glance and tearful eyes, trembling with blue-white skin more pale than white. The handcuffs that bind both wrists are ringing a chatter, not for slaves but also with collars, so the figure is also kind of like a captured princess.

He had white and purple hair, blue and white skin gave the appearance of weakness, and the luxurious body felt so delicate that if touched, it could break. A girl who kinda stirs up her desire for asylum, but her face is pretty neat, and although she now feels worried because of her infirm appearance comes first, she could undoubtedly be described as a beautiful girl.

Though the Knights captain felt only a little guilty and lowered his sword tip from that appearance, he has not lifted his guard.

"... who are you? Can you tell me where the hell you came in from?

I was going to talk gently to him not to irritate him as much as I could, but the girl hissed and screamed small. The Knights Commander is easily mistaken for strong reasons. Especially from women and children. That was out here, too.

"Wow, I didn't do anything...... not bad...... Ugh......!

"Wow, I'm sorry... so... don't cry about that."

"I'm not bad. No... Ugh...!

"Ahhh... you are! You're not bad! Sorry, stop crying... it was my fault now"

The Knights captain forgives the girl who put her sword away and cried. I don't think such a girl can do anything more right now, and even if she gets raped in this place because of her luxurious body, she can seize it if she has the worst of herself and the captain. From a thought that also resembled a kind of relief caused by that, the Knights Commander was somehow relieved of his guard.

I've unlocked the vigilance I shouldn't have unlocked.

"Heh... heh... right, I'm not bad"

"Ahhh... ahhh, right"

Crying, the girl laughs adorably. And relieved by it, the Knights Commander regretted his actions in the words of the next girl.

"So - the bad news is, Mr. Commander"

Dosdosssssssssssssssssss, the Knights chief heard such a noise inside his body. And suddenly I feel a severe pain running all over my body, slowly turning my neck and turning around. There was the sight of his trusted men, the captains, and the deputy captain who was holding him, poking a sword that was a knight's pride against him.

The sword that came out of his back through his chest and abdomen is wet in the blood of the Knights Commander. And the blood that erupted red and wet the face of the morbid girl who was in the front.

When the Knights chief put his gaze back on the girl, the girl looked at the Knights chief with a smiling smile. With half his face dyed red, he gives a delicate smile as if it were a circle of flowers blooming in the shade.

"Very strong captains... very strong captains... very, very scared... because what an easy thing to kill about me if you care about it... that's so scary... me, I'm scared every night and I can't sleep... I've cried so many times, haven't I? But I'm scared and scared... and I can't stop shivering..."

So, the girl went on.

"Bad is the captain, bad is the captains, bad is the knights, bad is the wizards, bad is the knights and the children trying to be wizards, bad is - this country,"

"hey......!!

"I'm tiny and weak... as soon as the Warcraft strikes me, I'll be a meat chunk... I'll erupt blood and die feeling so painful... scared, scared, so scared..."

"Ugh......!?

The girl's monologue continues. The Knights chief still managed to survive whether he had been removed from the steeple at the critical. Bleeding can still be contained if the sword is also stabbed.

However, this condition could be described as a little unsavory. I don't know if the captains did this because of this girl, or if something completely different was moving and the captains wanted it and went into this kind of outrage. The doubt disappeared when it came to the head of the Knights.

The girl goes on.

"I'm scared of babies, kids... cute but I don't know how to do it... I say hurting people easily... I'm weak hearted so it hurts me so much when they say I'm stupid... my chest hurts and I get sick... so scared, I'm so scared... if they tell me to die, I'm sure I can't stand it... that's so scary..."

"Ha-ha-ha!!!

The Knights chief judged the girl dangerous. If this situation prolongs, sooner or later it will be me who dies. Then I decided that I should not keep this girl alive under this circumstance.

When I was forced to move my body and pull out the sword that pierced me by stepping forward, I pulled out my sword and hung it up on the girl. I waved my sword with the utmost spirits in order to defeat something horrible that I had not met for the first time in many years as a full-body spirit, chief of the Knights.

With the highest speed and maximum power, it cleaves the mystery in front of you.

Here, kill -!

"Because I'm scared, I want you gone."

"Goh........................!?

The girl said so in a rattling, trembling voice. And at the same time as that word, the Knights leader realizes his sword is empty. No, I didn't empty it - the captain's sword was slashed off every arm of him.

And what was in front of me was the deputy commander I trusted most. He is there with his sword swinging out, slowly swinging his sword for a second blow. I couldn't afford to just respond to that sword to the Knights captain, who was losing his arm and slowly about to fall.

momentarily,

"Regiment... leader... ahhh..."

I swung through my sword and saw a zero tear from the eyes of the deputy commander who tore my torso apart. The Deputy Commander did not mutilate the Knights Commander at his will. That tear was telling the story. Trust is not betrayed. In his fading consciousness, the Knights Commander understood it a little - relieved.

You're not bad, I can't open my mouth trying to say that.

instead,

"I'm number four in the sequence," The Divine Princess "... Metis... everyone calls me Meti... eheh"

I can hear you introduce yourself like that.

The girl's face I saw in her blurring vision was beautiful like some princess and creepy like a doll.

"Oh... now I think I can get some sleep -"