Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

I tripped across the world for the fifth day.

A loud noise suddenly sounded around about time after lunch.

A sharper, more deafening sound than I thought I would blow the whistle.

That fitted in about ten seconds, but it was enough to raise my anxiety.

I don't know what it was, it sounded like an alarm.

But for what?

Maybe we have to evacuate or something?

The captain tells you not to leave this room?

If we get out of this room, someone's gonna find us, right?

But if it's an emergency, wouldn't it be more dangerous to stay here?

I don't care what you do, I don't care what you do. That all turns my head.

As I panicked, I didn't even have the courage to move out of here, and in the end I decided to stay on the spot.

Walk indoors restlessly or check out the window.

It was a little noisy outside and I knew something was going on.

On the contrary, that's all I found out. Anxiety grows larger and larger.

I wonder how much time has passed.

Don't even get serious the whole time, I've been listening to all my loud heart sounds.

Looking at the clock, it hasn't been an hour since it sounded like a whistle.

Honestly, I felt as long as I thought I would have stayed still for half a day.

Because I was pointing my nerves, or overreacting to the sound of the door opening in the reception room, I was about to relax in front with the momentum I got up.

It was naturally the captain who opened the bedroom door and came inside.

But... the way I looked, my heart almost stopped.

"Shit, captain! Are you ok!?

Run over and touch the captain's body without even worrying about the pepper and his own hands getting dirty.

The captain was dyeing his right half bright red.

Whatever that was, it was blood.

Where are you injured? Are you okay with the movement?

Anxious, scared. I'm not the one who hurts, but I'm about to cry.

"I'm not hurt. Returning blood."

The captain seemed to be pushed by my momentum, but he explained so.

Then the captain is not injured.

Relax, the power falls out of your whole body.

"Really? Good... But that's a lot of blood."

"It's demonic blood. I couldn't avoid it."

Demons. Yes, this is a fort to prepare for demons, so the wary opponent is set on demons.

I was so panicked that I couldn't even notice how simple it was, me.

"That alarm was because the demon came."

"Yeah, it ended right away because the numbers were low. Did I make you nervous?

"I didn't know what was going on, so I kind of..."

It wasn't a bit at all, though.

Let me be this strong.

I don't want to distract you about me, even though it was the captain who had a hard time.

"No demons can come in the fort. Don't worry about it."

That's what the captain left out and disappeared into the bathroom.

Heh, yeah. Is that even the kind of magic they do?

That would be reassuring. Even if I hear that alarm again, I'm not going to have to be like this one.

Even this time, the captain didn't get hurt, and he's the only captain I'm sure is strong.

So it's okay. Let's believe it.

After I dropped the blood on my hand, sitting in bed a little blurred, the captain immediately came out of the bath.

It feels like crow water.

I have a shirt dyed bright red in my hand.

"What are you going to do about it?

While I had predictions for the answer, I asked.

"Discard. Washing the blood off is laborious. We're short on manpower right now."

I knew it.

Blood is hard to shed, and the servants are currently evacuated.

Even if I wash myself, the captain will be busy.

I thought it would happen.

"If I may, shall I wash it?

That's why I spoke of the suggestion I had prepared.

"Blood stains, you should wash your hands, right? If you could lend me some detergent or something, I'd wash it."

Girls need that kind of experience.

Not in a gross way. It's moonlight.

Especially since I'm a little unstable in my cycle and it's normal to deviate a few days, it's hard to predict the day to start.

So I know. I put time away. Blood doesn't fall off, I have to wash it with water, and hand washing is the best.

I think I'm more used to getting blood stains off than regular men.

"No, but"

"Don't hesitate. I had no time to do it, and it's just fine!

Feel the air trying to say no, and I push.

I always thought if there was anything I could do.

You're gonna miss this opportunity!

"... then let's ask"

He seemed a little lost, but eventually the captain opened his shirt to me.

You did it, get the job!

The captain prepared what he needed, and soon after that, he went back to work with little rest because he thought there was an aftertreatment.

The shirt was washed with care.

First rinse it off gently with water, then put it on with detergent, then waste it already.

There was blood flying not only on the right half, but also on the left sleeve and hem, so don't overlook that.

No matter how many times I replaced it, the water stained red.

Looks like I drooled the color ink, what a peaceful idea, makes me laugh bitterly.

The situation that you are washing away demon blood is badly unrealistic.

But this is a rare reality.

This is a different world, and I'm tripping over.

The water finally stopped staining, so squeeze tightly before drying indoors.

The hanger was also prepared by the captain, so it was at the window to dry easily.

I often get the feeling that I'm done with my job. It's just a wash.

Without even wanting to read the book with a fumbled hand, I lay down in bed.

Behind my eyelids, a bright red appeared, and I blinked many times with my patsy.

I'm sorry about today.

That's how I was apologized for as soon as the captain came back to my room at night.

It was almost blurry this afternoon, and the story of the brave man the captain brought me didn't go any further.

You couldn't exercise properly, and you had a bad, bad day.

That's what I was thinking, so I delayed my reaction a little.

"What is it?

"Wouldn't want to see blood or anything."

When I inquired, the captain said so on the top of the Buddha.

"Uh... that's well, indeed"

I think people are in a minority who want to see blood.

The captain's words flash back that he's a captain dressed in bright red or that it's water stained red.

For a few months or so, I was wondering if you could stop your period.

I don't want to see blood for the time being. I'm already hungry.

"Though I didn't have a choice because I didn't leave my change of clothes in the office. It wasn't meant to show a woman."

Saying, the captain deepens the crease between his brows. Scary face, but I'm sure this is regrettable.

You're a Gentleman, Captain.

"Never mind. I'll be fine."

"Lie."

He told me with a smile, and the captain cut back instantly.

... Did you find out?

The captain's right, I don't think he's okay when he says he's okay.

Because blood wasn't that much to see in modern Japan.

I've never been seriously injured in an accident or anything before.

At best it's from the moon and about when I cut my finger off with a knife.

Suddenly they show you that blood is Bisher, you better not get upset.

But I do.

Still, I am.

"It's okay, leave it at that. It's not like the captain cares, because it's true."

I tried not to break my grin and told the captain on the top of the Buddha.

If I hadn't been here, for example, the captain would have come back to his room without worrying about one thing.

With me, the captain will have to take care of him one day.

You know, you don't like that.

I don't know what's wrong with not bothering you.

At least I want to reduce the burden on the captain.

Don't push it.

The voice was full of compassion.

The gray eyes show an enveloping tenderness.

Don't worry. I guess the kind captain will be worried.

Some impossibility, I'm glad you missed it.