Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

"Ayame, sister. Ahhhhhhh!

Mithyl's voice echoed in the royal palace of the country of Graciad. The person is in front of me, so I thought I didn't have to be so loud... but I can't say anything because I have tears in my eyes.

"Mityl!"

"Sister!

Hehe, 'Don't come!' So I opened my legs back and forth, dropped my hips and put my strength into Tanda, and there was no drain on me!

I flew in with a pong, not a Japanese shape in a water-colored dress, but a sitting place... and I took my sister Michil firmly.

Spirit toddlers are probably flying around it.

"Good for you! Ayame, hey, hang in there. Just hang in there!

Damn it, this aho chi sitting wreath! Shout out all over the royal palace and tear apart that I'm your sister.

Stick to me, Mityl said.

"Good, good, good, good, really good, I was worried, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sister, sorry"

Mityl apologized, crying ugly.

I laughed and said, shaking such a mityl.

"Really, no matter how long you've been, whether you've been a wife, 'loved by the Spirit' or some other unidentifiable greatness, you're as stupid a sitting straw as ever, so no more!

"Sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister."

"This, this, this, this"

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

"Mityl, cute, good, good, good! Mityl, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Touch it. Ugh!

I cheeked and hugged my sister, whom I hadn't seen in a long time (because she was faint as a ghost when she showed up in Japan).

But there were those who watered this beautiful reunion scene. He's Mityl's husband, beautifully shaped by insanity, with insanely colored hair called water.

"Mityl... that's your sister... the gender is definitely female... right?

I'm jealous.

Obviously jealous.

But there's nothing a sisterly bond can do for a pompous handsome man!

Mithyl said to him, holding him to me.

"That's right, Mr. Cainlot! Your sister is much cooler, more handsome, stronger and hottie gentleman to girls than the guys around there, but she's too cool and too cool, because she's 'Maiden Single Woman I'm Recruiting My Husband ♡' inside and out!

"I'm busy. I'm obsessed, too."

Mityl, what are you talking about, Spirit Toddler?

Stop running the campaign on your own!

"But your sister is my precious sister, so you only acknowledge the best husband in the world I've ever recognized!

"Really, I don't want to look back because I don't want to."

I protest to you both.

"Wait, wait, Mityl! And toddlers! Your sister didn't hear that. What? Recruiting!

"I was gonna tell you, but before I tell you, your sister's gonna fly away somewhere."

"Even your sister didn't want to fly away."

Me and Mityl had a conversation, as usual, but the place was frozen.

Especially...... "Graciad's Fierce Eagle" was what a pitiful face it was and hardened.

"Ayame......? Sister, what..."

And the first person on this scene to thaw it was still Mr. Keel from Okan. He seems to have a strong mentality because he usually works in Eagle Dumpster business.

"Ayame is the sister of The Spirit Beloved, and what is your sister? I mean, a woman? That means Ayame is a woman...... no, can a boy also be a sister in Ayame country?

Is Okan confused, too, or the content of the statement is slightly suspicious.

I answered sarcastically.

"I can't be. The boy can only be your brother!

"But now Princess Michil..."

Mityl must have stared at Mr. Keel and said.

"Hey there you, the way you say it is rude to my sister! Well, that's cool, handsome, but how did you see your sister, girl?

"... no matter... boy..."

"What are you talking about, you really think there's such a beautiful man?

"But..."

"You know, your sister's 25, you know? You know, so, 25 guys are so cute?

"... when they say that... you won't be... yeah, you won't be"

"Right! No matter where you look in this world, you can't have such a cute 25-year-old boy! You know, your sister looks like a man, you're just being rude!

"Haha, haha, Mityl..."

Well, being rude is rude. Sister, they thought you were a man quite often when you were in Japan... right?

"Oh no... my prince..."

"Lie... Your prince..."

Carol and Mr. Bellana muttered, hands in hand.

"Ayame was the ideal prince..."

Yeah, I hear all the fans of some opera troupe say that a lot. It's the woman who plays it that makes her the ideal prince.

Mr Keel said.

"... right... now, if you think calmly, a 25-year-old adult man can't be this beautiful... Huh? Does that mean, again?

"Uh."

I said as I turned my back.

"Let me tell you, I've never said a word before that I'm a man."

The spot froze again.

'Cause you didn't tell me, did you?

I didn't even make any corrections!

Mityl, hugged by me, said as he was pulled back, "Mityl, come to me, to your brother, come on," to Mr. Cainlot, who apparently is baking a mochi.

"Excuse me, but the carriage we've been on is trying to get back to Esteria Royal Palace, so come back later when you have business in Esteria. We've built a gate to the Temple of Esteria on our way home, so we'll use you to go home."

And I asked Mithyl, because I would also be in trouble if I were in the trouble of spiritual magic.

"Gate? What's that? Are you shifting with Piet's magic again? I'm sorry to go to weird places, so be careful."

"It's okay. Piet and I figured out a safe and secure way to get around. So it's okay, 'cause you're really sure to go home, sister. Good day, everyone!

"Huh? How far do you trust that...... Wow! Mityl, are you ready for your heart?!?"

Mr. Cainlot, who realized that Mithyl would not leave me, embraced me for every Mithyl. Around it, Piet flew around, scattering the light, saying, "Esteria, Shinnon, go".

And we were enveloped in seven colors of light, and the figure of Mr. Zelalk, who opened his mouth gently, disappeared into his eyelids.

"Yes, I've got Esteria Shindan"

"... you've arrived well"

"I tweaked it exactly"

"If it wasn't safe, I wouldn't let my wife Mityl use this path!

"Excuse me, my brother-in-law, can you let go of my arm? It's hard to breathe."

Oh, my God.

Arrive safely in Esteria!

I'm finally back on the hook!