It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

Kill your heart. It's an act of falsifying yourself that if it's something like that, it's happened so that you don't feel anything.

But as long as it is a beast of will, the mind continues to accompany it raw. I just acted like I was going to reject all sorts of pain, and one day the borough will come out.

A standing was set up called 'Me' to avoid breaking my heart with guilt. But there's more to mitigation than sharing memories. How insanely insane it is not to have the spirit of enduring medieval torture in the general population.

"Huh... Huh..."

It was a mistake to try to lie down until Elias and the others arrived. The memory of 'me', which had been contained unconsciously, had eroded relentlessly into my dreams.

Zucchio's torture had been deliberately high and deluded. I wanted the wish to be disconnected so that I could not use 'I' myself as it was and let it be forgotten. No matter how much 'I', the practical experience of torture is not something I can hold mentally.

But given the current situation, it is also true that the person in this hand has something tough in 'me'. I guess I needed the help of 'me' even if I was to share the burden.

"... about time"

Move your gaze to Chisante, who is cramped next door, and throw a tablecloth at her distorted face. Watching something like this only has a negative effect on my body, too.

This door has a trick, and only Chissante and his side can open it. While we may be able to open it if we understand the ideas of those who made the door, full-scale comprehension actions are more difficult than too little knowledge of the craftsmen who are in Serende. Above all, I'm not likely to be able to concentrate properly under the influence of this paralysis poison I drank with Chissante.

Chissante's breakfast uses a non-lethal poison that is slow acting and has symptoms similar to those they used, and the bottles he brings in are both immediate and paralytic poisons that deprive him of his physical freedom. It would have been fortunate for this man if Mix hadn't had something tasteless and odorless in the poison he uses to disable his opponent, because he would have had to use his original contents.

The door opened with momentum and Chissante's men, Ilias and Ekdoyk, showed up. I don't see any surprises, though I have an anxious look, because I explained it to Elias and the others.

If you give me time, the Ilias and the others will push, at first the Chisante men won't try to get through, but if there's not a reaction to the boulder for a few hours, you'll be disturbed.

"Chi, Dear Chisante!? Oh, my God! Dear Mr. Chisante,"

"It's funny how you guys who put you through this room get outraged after you understand what Chissante is going to do with 'me'. I don't mind blaming 'me' for anything, but how are you going to publish that? Were you drunk by a man who could only beat a toddler? I knew they were going to set up a rape plot. Did they trick you into drinking it? Which is his preference?

"-!"

Take the antidote Ekdoyk gave you. It's a laxative, so you won't be able to move quickly, but you won't have to worry about the symptoms of paralysis poison getting worse any more.

"He pleaded guilty to his own sins and took poison of his own free will. Fortunately, the poison he drank wasn't like taking the life he assumed. How about this beauty talk?

"How dare you be such a jerk... Huh!

"I think you should just treat the guy before he bites you. Unfortunately, I cut off the antidote that I just took. It's not lethal, but it might leave you with sequelae."

"Oh, yeah! Hurry up and carry Master Chisante!

Watch as Chissante is transported while borrowing Ekdoik's shoulder. Normally, I'd just try to catch 'me', but there's no way I can force myself out on an Ilias and Ekdoik opponent who is an obstacle to assassination with less manpower.

"... you didn't take your life"

"Yeah, I don't regret what I've done by just killing them. I need you to take pride and power and let the rest of your life fall into your own hands."

Chisante, Yumies, these two names are problematic people as far as people are concerned, but their sense of smell of money and power is definitely top notch because they make trafficking and drug smuggling routes established in this era.

But needless to say, Yumies, whose collaborators, the nobles, betrayed him, can crush the drug distributors largely within Chisante's inability to move. All their rear shields will be paralyzed by this disturbance.

"... who drank the poison first?

Chissante.

"Then wouldn't you have had to drink it?

"I guess I didn't have to drink it if I was just going to kill him. But I needed to drink it in front of him and show it to him more than let him live. It's the only poison I can make you drink."

The reason I dared to take poison in front of Chissante, while showing the answer that they were both poisonous, was to stain his heart with the poison 'I'.

In this case, he was blown a bubble by 'me'. But it doesn't make sense to let him have any further vengeance for being kept alive. So I needed to make a strong impression on him using a method that didn't make sense.

Chissante, who seriously illusioned herself to die, will have the sight of that time when she remembers' me 'in the future. He created the madness to imprint the impression that if he was to hunt himself down, he would drink even poison without hesitation, that he was the one who would eventually defeat him if he had won the reading.

"If I'm going to say I need you, I'm not going to say any more... but I still don't feel good. Just accompanying them is a terrible thing."

Defenselessness is a trap that loosens the opponent's guard, and this fragile body is useful to induce Chissante and the others to be alert, just as they misjudged without Ilias and the others. We know that will be their burden, but we can't let the vigilant and powerful create a gap without taking this much risk.

"That feeling alone is helping enough."

There are no lies in this word. This operation is also a critical crossing made up of Ilyas and the others nearby. If I were totally alone, the means to hunt Chissante down while he was alive were very limited. That's what makes it best to kill completely with the poison of breakfast.

"Brothers. It's good that you suppressed Yumies and Chisante, but what are you going to do now?

"As a nation, we have to investigate more than the guilt charges have surfaced on the table. It will be Washekt who will be entrusted with the investigation, so I will hitch a ride there to find out if the Rakheit and the others are collaborators or not"

"If it's an internal affairs issue, isn't Noufsa going to move?

"Noufsa will be busy with the noble opponents of the Yumies faction. It flows to the vacant washect of your hands."

Investigations around Chisante and Yumez were then initiated under the direction of Washekt as we expected. Neither name was able to move satisfactorily, nor was its subordination able to make complete concealment to cope with the trafficking in human beings and the smuggling of medicines, which is its main fate.

As the hidden facts emerge one after the other, what we were looking for finally turns up. It was an instrument hidden in the dwelling of Chisante.

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I hear singing. This is a nursery song taught by Master Washekt to Master Hilmera. Master Hilmera makes her memories with Master Washekt everyday and gives her thoughts as she does every day.

"You're in a good mood, Master Hilmera"

"Yes, of course! 'Cause I can only say how happy I am that your users have achieved so far!

"That's above all. I'm doing a lot better, too."

My job has been much easier thanks to him hunting down the princes. Until now, the hands and pawns of the people lurking in their breath are moving to extinguish the fire.

Highly capable as a pawn, the board surface would still easily go crazy without those who move the pawn. Chisante and Yumies were not arrogant, but the smell of crisis aversion was nothing more than boulders. More than those two can move satisfactorily, Hilmera-like schemes fit in like funny.

I can make contact with the person I kill by simply moving as instructed, so I can move without thinking about anything extra. [M]

"That's good, but get rid of the smell of blood. Doesn't look like you haven't had a bath in days."

"I would have taken a bath earlier. If you're complaining, can I ask for a new armor and sword tone?"

Remove the sword from each sheath and pass it to Master Hilmera. She seemed to understand why I was dissatisfied when she pulled out her sword.

"Wow, it's bloody and sticky. Blade spills aren't terrible either. You just paid for it last time, didn't you?

"Not all people kill me irresistibly. Some people have good skills, so I can't help it."

Though the armor has been washed with water, there is a lump of blood that has not been flushed in the groove. That's why I can't take the smell out of my blood, but it's also ridiculous to seriously wash it when I kill and go around like this every day.

"Can't you keep me from getting blood back?

"Unfortunately, there's blood and tears, because the target is the target."

"The way you put it, you're going to have a heart and you're going to hate it. Fine, I'll arrange the armor as soon as possible."

"I think it's time to change the sword."

"You can take the sword that's in my treasure trove. Sometimes I have to reward you."

I get a little clearer when I hear that word. The treasure trove of Hilmera-like houses the majority of memorabilia with Washekt, but also treasures left behind by Hilmera-like parents. I remember there was a wave in it that even I, as a swordsman, fell in love with half of them.

"But is it good? It must be your parents."

"It would be a lie to say that you are completely inconsiderate, but you would be glad to have your sword used. You are my knight, so take that much honor."

"It's sweet for you to say, but it doesn't matter if you use it."

"Take care of it. It's a pretty good sword."

I think that Hilmera-sama also used the sword quite dearly... well. A famous sword would be sturdier, and it would last longer.

"So where do I kill next?

"That's it, but I've had enough. The pawns and back shields of Chissante and Yumies will be almost devastating, and what Noufsa could interfere with me if I move any further. What a waste of time you've been trying to make me look good using your brother? Which side are you trying to lower to use your brother?

As a human being, I'm saying Prince Chisante and Princess Yumies are more scum, but it's this princess and Prince Noufsa who are the most unacceptable beings to use Master Washekt.

Well, the reason is clear. It was Prince Noufsa who broke Master Washekt's heart, so I guess that's natural to say so.

"But what's the real deal?

"I want to kill Noufsa, but can I forgive you for making an excuse to see your brother"

"I'm glad you're honest. So Master Washekt told me to be nice, so I told him to be right."

"Yeah, the plate is already in place. You can say my purpose has been accomplished."

Lady Hilmera opens the window to the crossing of her nose. As a place to admire the streets of Selende's home country, Hilmera's room is a really good place to stay. As much as I'd like to invite him without Master Hilmera.

"When I say purpose..."

"Don't make me say it again and again. Washekt, we've decided to make your brother king of this Serende."

"His Majesty the King is still active in the first place."

"No problem."

"No way, Your Majesty the King..."

I'm afraid this princess might do it. There's no blood connected either, so I don't really seem to hesitate.

"No, I'm not. Your father originally intended to decide the next king within a short distance. That's the big change in the princes' influence in this case, which should have consolidated their resolve sooner than planned."

"Were you?

"Yes, that's why Chissante and Yumez were trying to contain you by extreme means."

Should I say so? The king put Lady Washekt in contact with him because it would be the last judgment material to determine who would succeed to the throne…. So the other princes have shown interest in him, and when they see it as a threat or they have shown hostility... Using the benefactor who kept the peace of the country is a terrible country from the top.

"But then, isn't Prince Noufsa still influential?

"There's no problem over there. He's hitting my hand."

"What, when... It just seemed like he was having fun with Master Washekt because of a pseudo illness."

"Right here these days. But the poison I planted has been rooted for a long time. So your father will definitely choose your brother Washekt as king."

Master Hilmera seems so confident. But is it something that Prince Noufsa easily fits into during surgery? If you look at it without a glance, the best of the princes is definitely Prince Noufsa.

Yes, only that prince sees me as a dangerous person from the beginning. I'm sure he's as good at understanding the inside of people as he is.

Still, charm like him is not in Prince Noufsa. The shape of that man's soul feels no dust. He is solid and looks like a castle wall with a strong self-serving element.

As far as I'm concerned, I just thought Prince Noofsa would be the biggest obstacle... There's nothing more to blame on her than having Master Hilmera say she's okay.

"Then what am I supposed to do? I think it's time to go check on him."

"I don't mind. Once we find the evidence at Chissante's, your purpose ends. Maybe he'll go straight back to Tayz."

"Ah, well... when his purpose ends... you have no reason to stay in Serende anymore..."

Then I won't be able to see it anymore when I want to see the shape of his mind. That's so lonely, I almost cry just because I imagined it.

"- My role as princess is almost over. That way you don't have to be my knight. If you want to go after him, you can do whatever you want."

"I thought, honestly, does Master Hilmera say?

"I want you to be honest with your heart, something that's saved enough for your fortitude."

"... but to be honest, don't you cry slightly?

"Stay in shape with me."

I can go after him and keep seeing his way of life. It's a very fascinating future, and I also want to wish it were.

But I have an instinct that that won't work. The feeling when I have this kind of backward feeling is that I have never tried it off before. I'm sure it won't come true, more sad results await than you can imagine.

And yet I wonder why, my heart is exalted no more. What kind of development do I want? [M]