Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

My sister, who should have still been Chu, had become a handsome wife by skipping out on her old sister.

Very shocking.

I mean, I didn't know the monsters were going to get ahead of me, or the kids who were supposed to have gone into the afterlife.

Whether such a sister's feelings reached her sister in another world, or whether she was just a mess of Mityl (you're over here first), there was a noise in her sister's room late one night.

"That... now you're Mityl again, right? Now what? Your mother said to show me your face every once in a while, not a putting letter demanding food... but the main body is here tonight too?

Waking up in the middle of the night to go drinking water again by way of example, I gently opened the door to keep my parents awake and peered inside, screaming "hiccup" and solidifying on the spot.

"... this is the Akan one. Let's not see anything."

Gently, quickly, resolutely, close the door.

I did close the door.

But.

"Ugh!

Now scream pretty serious and don't fly as far back as you can in the narrow hallway.

"Who are you! Why are you here?

"Holy shit, that's our line! Who are you! Why does it grow there?

The head of a blood-coated man grows from above the door of Mithyl's room like a mushroom!

It's on!

And I talked!

This is too horrible to see at midnight.

Yes, what is the identity of this head?

The door to my sister's room, which I had now opened, somehow connected to a narrow, stone built room. And there was a man sitting on the cold stone floor, shackled and chained to his hands and feet, and he opened his eyes and looked at him.

The man whose whole body was dirty, formerly drenched in mud to the point of dark blue hair, stained with a feeling of danger because his whole body sees him with dark and red blood, seemingly injured, only there captured my appearance with beautiful amethyst-like clear purple eyes without complaint.

I was alarmed that such an injured man could not move.

A man with an exotic appearance popped out this way.

So, I also shut the door pretty quickly trying to disconnect this dangerous space from the house, so I thought I'd be relieved... but somehow he pushed through the door!

... and just the head.

"The laws of physics, fix it here now! On Earth, your head is not supposed to push through the door!... Mityl! It was Mityl who did this!

Then I had a slight voice.

'No, no, no, no, Piet! Why is this happening, if I can't connect you there?'

"Oh, I wonder if I'm wrong."

I heard that conversation, and I heard a voice from inside the room saying, 'Sister, I'm sorry, never mind'.

"No, I care so much! What is this zombie?!?"

I said as I looked up at the splendid zombie made up of blood. You can keep getting a job at the haunted mansion for a high salary, old man...... is that it? Brother Zombie? You look surprisingly young.

But I didn't know it was covered in blood, but if you look good, you look pretty neat. Eyes look European and American. Clear and double, eyes are smeary? Clear purple. It also goes through the nostrils and balances well with a big mouth that is masculine.

A hard, attractive stretched muscular neck too...... a bloody neck?

Even attractive, the neck is raw. Unfortunately, it does not enter my strike zone.

Sorry about that, love never budged in my heart!

Please remove the blood, mud and untranslatable dirt, grow it on your body, and then put it back out, please.

"Mityl, take this home quickly!

"Uh, did something come in?

Mityl's voice answered relaxed.

"Piet, collect it. You know, something, I'd like to invite the sister of The Spirit Beloved! The story was so exciting over here, and if you were practicing to get your sister to call you safely, it seems like Piet just kind of connected the wrong way. '

"Wherever it connects, you'll grow a zombie through our door! Piet, you're making too many mistakes!

"I'm sorry, eh?"

I heard an adorable voice that looked like it belonged to Piet.

Piet-kun is a stone spirit who is nostalgic to Michil and is a little toddler about 15 cm tall. When I was talking about Mityl, he said he was glittering and could use his magical powers on Mityl's instructions.

So if Mityl doesn't give Piet good instructions, this happens.

"But Mityl, it's not half Piet's fault! This is what happened because you asked me to do something nasty!

"Eh. Coordinate more with Piet and I'll get back out again, so just wait."

"Piet is the only one allowed to" ehe "! What, huh? Are you inviting me to go to that world? Trouble, I don't want to die yet, and I don't want to be born... dude. Michiru. Michiru."

I haven't heard back.

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to go to the kitchen for water.

"Hey! Hey, wait, kid!

... I knew I shouldn't have seen it?

You can't, can you?

"I'm not a kid. Zombie, can you stop growing your head out of people's house doors right now?

"Where am I? Isn't this your fault? What the hell is that bluff!? Besides, my name isn't" zombie cum, "kid."

It is a very great seemingly lifetime.

But since this is my home, I said more greatly against trespassers.

"My name is not 'Kid' either. Then this is my house. You should leave here immediately, Evil Spirit Dispersal!

"... that's a small but much nicely built mansion. Doesn't sound like a civilian residence...... what if you're noble?

The dead man looked around the dark hallway. He seems to have a good night's eye.

"I don't know why Keshtail's cell is connected to noble mansions... but apparently you're not from Keshtail country"

"Keshtail? I don't know that country. I am from Japan. And the only reason I'm connected to you is because the magic of the Spirit was accidental."

"You think it's spiritual magic?

Zombies seem surprised, but it's hard to understand the look on their faces with blood.

"Oh I see, is that so? The Spirit is a mess, so what can I do about it?"

What, you have no choice?

If you were born, would that convince you?

"Apparently, I'm the one who's trespassing on noble mansions without permission, I'm sorry I did. My name is Zelalk."

"Oh, no, never mind. I am Ayame."

Being a very natural Japanese who gets naughty when he gets out poorly, I named myself too.

It is a very surreal sight, with bloody necks and sweatshirts up and down OL introducing themselves in the hallway at night.

"By the way, Mr. Zeralk, why are you so muddy and bloody?

Then he laughed and said.

"I am a samurai from the land of Graciat, but slash me deep into the enemy line. I failed and I was taken prisoner."

That means the stone room we just saw was a cell.

"Is Mr. Zelalk's country at war?

"Oh. Graciat has precious mineral resources, so he's attacked every now and then by other countries trying to gain rights for it. If I could make an agreement with a big country...... kufu"

Ah, there's something wrong with Mr. Zeralk!

I mean, that's all the blood you shed. It's weird what you've been talking about normally.

"Hello, Mr. Zelalk, are you all right? Oh, do you want some water?

"I'm sorry, I didn't drink or eat, and that's just me..."

Oh, my God!

If Mr. Zelalk dies, he'll have his neck all the way out the door of the house!

I hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a pet bottle with water and a drink and went back.

"Mr. Zeralk, it's water!

I opened the lid of the pet bottle and stretched out my back to drink water, because the purple eyes that were gleaming earlier were now blurred. Mr. Zelalk drank 500 ml of water at once, although his throat was so dry that he spilled some.

"Good. Seems to come back to life"

Oh, it looks like the zombies are back, that's good.

I opened the drink cap and pressed it against Mr. Zelalk's mouth, too.

"Please take this all at once"

"What? Odd smell... drugs?

"It cheers me up, it's like medicine. I don't know how effective it will be for people from other countries, but try it"

If you're still in jail, you still don't get a lot of food, you should nourish it at all.

Mr Zelalk, who took a sip of the drink, said, keeping an eye on him.

"Sweet! What sweet dew! Isn't this the secret medicine of the gods?!?"

I sell it at the drugstore for 10 bottles for 500 yen.

Looks like the drinks fit Mr. Zeralk's mouth and body.

"This is... oh, the power is coming from the bottom of my body! What an effect!

You don't have any drinks in the world.

"Looks like this should do it."

Mr. Zeralk laughed and heard Gachan, Gachan, and metal noises across the door.

What did you say?

Maybe you ripped the shackles off your hands and feet......

Haha, I guess it's because I'm not used to drinking, the effect of the drink is amazing!

"All right, we're gonna keep getting out of here and chop it off the inside of the fort. Ayame who, thank God. I'll definitely pay you back this debt."

"Oh, don't worry about it - I don't even think I'll see you again, and Mr. Zelalk, good luck with the war for the people of the country. Punish the bad guys trying to plunge their mineral resources and create a peaceful world."

"I understand!... Ayame, what a broad-minded boy to guide the people of a strange country and pray for peace. If you are of the gods, not the nobles..."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. "

And what are the gods?

In that world, is it something you often see God around?

Ma, no.

Good luck, Mr. Zelalk.

Before me, waving flirtatiously, Mr. Zelalk's head became translucent and eventually disappeared.

I'm not a boy!

... I'm used to that misconception.

I sighed, "Ugh," clearing out a bottle of pet bottles and a bottle of drinks in the kitchen before drinking water.