Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

Do you guys know something called a different world trip?

Me, Ayame Osawa, 25, Flower OL (how long can this flower stay in bloom!? Somebody process it into a preserved flower... wait, don't, I knew I didn't want to dry it!) know.

Because my sister, who was a stone geek and a college girl, lent me a romantic novel titled "Trip to a different world. Come on. Oh, my God!" and I read it.

By the way, my mother's 48-year-old part-time pharmacist also knows about a different world trip. Because I woke up reading girl cartoons and novels using that time when my children grew up and were free.

My challenging mother read this novel without even flirting with the title of a joke, "Franceed, I'm annoyed! But it's cool! But it still annoys me ~! What can I do if I'm handsome!? I recommend it to anyone who wants to be bored because I feel like doing more of it ♡ 'he wrote a review on this website. You're an insult!

No, actually.

I told you to sneak up on the truth.

Me, my mother, and my father, who has no taste in reading light novels besides, are also familiar with something called a different world trip for another reason.

Because the sister of a stone geek, a sister very similar to the sitting straw she was supposed to have seen in a car accident and gone to the afterlife, was actually catching a handsome man after tripping to another world and getting married properly!

One night, in a translucent Orthodox style, he turned into his room (oh, I'm sorry, he's not dead yet), and then he took away all the important stone collections using the power of the stone spirits named 'Piet-kun', and seemed to have figured out the trick of connecting the world over there with the world over here, occasionally leaving a letter in the room.

'Boil the memma and keep it stuffed in the tupper'?

... you have nothing else to say!?

Your mother was happy to boil the memma, so that's fine.

Yeah, okay.

I fell in love with that seat straw, so it makes me weak, but it won't hurt me.

But, Mityl, if I thought I was dead, I could forgive you for living and being happy.

Your father, mother and sister cried scattered for three months, but I can forgive you.

The tissues are decreasing too fast, I always bought a pack of five on my way home from the office, and I was hanging home, but I can forgive you.

But why would Mityl, who was only a college student, fit in his wife's seat instead of your sister!?

I can't wait to be shocked that way!

Your sister, your sister... uuuuuuuuu!

You'll empty your raw jocks all at once with tears!