Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

I even had a feeling the wind would kill me.

But at that time, when I was bulky, a new actor rushed over with loud noises and falling leaves.

"O que faz voce (what are you doing)!?

It was the little fat man in the luxurious costume who jumped in.

Am I old enough to go into old age? I have the impression that a slightly gray-haired luxury shop fits him perfectly.

When the man rushed over, he made a fist and punched the woman in military uniform.

I didn't have to go that far against a woman, but the man acted fast.

When I pay off the sabel, I take my hand to worry about my precious child being hurt.

"NAO HA O DANO (Are you hurt)? Não era terminado o que era?

Again, utterly unfamiliar words can be hit like machine gun bullets.

I don't know what that means, but it seems certain that it is a voice of concern because of its voice color.

What's next?

I learned that the wind sight resembled fear to a man who turned so unusually worried that I thought something might be possessed.

Avoid men and turn away.

On the tip of the coincidence, a battered woman stood up with no pain and no emotion.

She put her hands behind her as she bled from the edge of her mouth, and when she corrected her posture, she just stared at this one with upright immobility.

(Girl is seriously wounded, kid in military uniform kills, strange guy beats it up... What the hell is going on here? Are you sure this isn't a dream...?

I look around while slightly avoiding the guy sticking around.

Until now, I hadn't even noticed, but at some point I was under siege.

I look similar to this woman in military uniform but I don't have a hat, and there are a bunch of people around with one servel at a time each.

Even stranger, some of them had ears and tails like dogs, cats, or another animal.

"Dude, cosplay dodgy......?

When I saw it, I could take my hat. It was on the woman just now.

It is a splendid gray tail reminiscent of a wolf and the ears of a pinned and standing beast.

I did something cosplay and the windsight tried to give back a broken laugh to see if it was really a dodgy thing that made it look like a different world summoning thing.

but I couldn't.

My hands were wet with the girl's blood when I felt the chill.

If you look down, your pupils open. Your eyes remain staring into the void with no focus. Unlike when I was alive, it is a colour that has lost its vitality like a glass ball.

- Impossible.

There was no way I could reproduce a body so far with a crop.

There was no way a living human could perform a corpse act so far.

"Porque você não estava ferido, você feltro aliviou (relieved not to seem injured)"

Finally, you understand there's nothing unusual. A man who laughs and slaps me on the shoulder.

But the wind, on the other hand, felt frozen from his core.

You won't have that face when you say a girl is dead in front of you. It's as if you don't even see people as people.

……

He also seems to have noticed if he stared alternately at the girl and the man.

"Leve Mulher. Isto é obstrutiva (get this woman out of the way. It's a blind eye)"

When the man said something around him, several moved, holding the girl and pulling back.

When you can hold him, his arms will shake in the universe. The sight was deeply engraved in the eye of the landscape.

That's how when he was stopping his thoughts, I heard him treading on the crust and the falling leaves again.

If you look, you'll be taken by some military uniform, and a girl with a pure white robe approaching.

Fifteen or there?

With three braids of blonde hair from around her shoulders, she was like a girl who painted purity unlike anyone else around her.

Jeanne Dulk also looks like that.

The girl forcibly suppresses her rough breath, and when she bows to the man with courtesy, she comes to the wind.

"A, ah... Can you speak English?

"English, language? Normally..., can you talk?

In the words I accidentally returned, the girl said, "Oh!" He joined his hands and opened his clear blue eyes wide.

"Really?! You're from this language, right? Were you sure it was Japanese? Dear Marebito, I'm late for my application. My name is Chloe List-Welch, and I'm a cleric. Please, call me Chloe."

"God, officer...?

She nodded yes and then finally turned her hand to the man.

"This is the lord of the land, Doni Ast Lavan."

The man called Doni has offered his hand as he spoke of something.

I could speculate that the flamboyant attitude would be a social dictionary, but Chloe once translated it to me that it meant 'I'll take your first look at it'.

(Wasn't Tsubaki a religious tribute to the Emperor or the Emperor?

The strange wind gaze returned the introduction in confusion: "The wind gaze… it is an enlightenment".

Chloe seems to have guessed that he still can't grasp the situation like that.

I had obtained some agreement when I spoke carefully toward Doni.

"Come this way," Chloe, who sees his eagle snort, offers to lead the way.

"I think you're surprised at all the sudden things. Let me give you a lift to a place where you can rest first. Then again, let me explain. Don't worry about those luggage over there. I will deliver it to you."

Chloe has shown me nothing more.

If you look at what she calls "over there," some of the stuff that should have been in the lab is falling to the ground.

Windmill could not dispute such an attitude, and Doni sometimes nodded at him and tried to follow him quietly.

but there's only one thing I really can't miss.

The two of us just try to walk away, but the wind gaze stays still. Then they looked back as if they had pulled their hair behind them.

"Wait. That kid... what was that?

"Huh...?

Chloe, who doesn't remember that girl, looks back with a face that doesn't get the guidelines.

It can't be flushed to the ground without confusion.

The wind gaze was questioning with strength in his eyes and voice. This girl who was killed whether this was a dream or an illusion could not be overlooked.

There is a girl lying on the ground behind the fog when she looks in the direction she was brought out earlier. Chloe, who followed her gaze and saw it, was blue.

"Below, it's..."

"I'm not used to being called that way. I don't care if it's wind gazing or mind enlightening. I'm still so used to being called a vet. Don't call me that."

"Yes. So, uh... Master Juey. She is - well, Master Donnie's possession, a slave. Their blood was needed to summon Master Juey here.... I would have been offended to see such a sight. I don't want you to convince me right now, but how can you follow me? She will be politely buried by us, please..."

"Slaves? Summons, you really say that?

"Yes......"

Chloe was affirming as she became smaller as she was being blamed.

Obviously not like Donnie, who's just a doubtful face about what he's talking about next door. It was called a costume, and the atmosphere was different from the people around me.

'Can anyone handle the law? Let me know what it would look like to this person if he were here. "

Now Chloe was saying something in a language she didn't understand.

The girl in military uniform earlier had replied that she was wondering what it meant.

Then Chloe points her finger at "Look at her".

The girl touched the ground and squeaked two or three times when she thought the wind was looking at something.

As soon as I thought that the brown light ran to paint some sort of print, suddenly, the soil protruded like a spear, forming a giant needle mountain.

"Become -"

The wrapped leaves dance all over.

The girl went on to put her hands on the sabel and flashed the needle mountain. The slippery cone was made of rotten soil all the way inside, and if it fell, it would have returned to its original soil.

The wind sees no end to that move as if it were magic.

"There are many kinds of technologies like these today. Think of it as summoning you in one of them."

The wind saw tried to say no such way, but this seemed unquestionably authentic.

At least not a trick to his knowledge.

Besides, the blood, death and indisputable authenticity of the girl falling over there.

If you gauge a girl's pulse in the hope that it's a nightmare - after all, there isn't. I just recognised that it was getting cold.

Again, this is the truth. It's not dodgy or anything.

(... I don't know how to say I don't know. Wouldn't it open up Rathi?)

The wind gaze was no longer puzzling.

There's no other way to believe it's real because I don't see a single ingredient to deny this reality.

He had her eyelids closed, then prayed and prayed silently for blessings when he cleansed them to the point of his apologies with a handkerchief.

It's too sad for such a girl to be bloody and mourned.

"Oh, you know, Master Juey! Please use this."

I rushed to see if it was good for Chloe, who had pressed her pure white robe.

But Chloe seems to have already put her hands together in front of her chest and prayed silently.

Robe had the deceased girl call him.

"... just kidding, it would have been easier for you to turn me in."

"Do you hate this kind of thing?

"... Chloe, is that it? In this situation, I can only assume that this child has been sacrificed for the summons. What kind of guy likes to get murdered like this?

"Yes, what! It's the..."

I guess that's just Chloe picking the wrong words.

She shuddered frightened to be exposed to Doss's dominant voice, trying to correct her frighteningly.

Seeing that, and realizing that my voice had gone lower than necessary without being an adult, the wind gaze said, "Sorry. That was too much," he apologized.

You felt the air loose. Her expression soothes just a little too.

"I'm sorry...... I'm relieved by Mr. Juey's character..."

"I'm not sure what the situation is, but I don't like something dying. First of all, my job is to keep me alive. I'd rather help."

"Really... really, that's what you came for..."

For some reason I could turn a hot gaze, but I wasn't in the mood to even respond to the dust yet.

After a lot of silent prayer, I was to follow Chloe's lead.

On the road, Doni's remarks had been translated many times, but I was also concerned. Because that girl was not the only one who was falling in this forest.

Nor was it one or two. It's all over there enough to get tired of seeing it.

I came across a new body every time I even walked in a fog vision that wasn't even a few meters away.

They're all just like that girl with her neck ripped open and sunk in rotten soil.

"Hey, Chloe. What is all this corpse? Is this all the same as that kid?

"That's..."

Chloe mumbles like she stuffed words down her throat.

Then Doni looked back.

Perhaps he cared what he said because the wind had never opened his mouth much before. Chloe had interrupted her response and had given him some interpreters.

The complexion remained superior.

"These are the ones who have sinned in their territory for famine, plagues, and such things, so they have no choice but to dispose."

"Is that what famine and plague are all about?

"Yes. About 10% or 20% of the population of cities and villages die from it every year… for sure."

"But this..."

"Under. I am ashamed that our territory cannot be described as a good situation. No matter who you are, you can sin. But if you make it a sweet punishment, it will increase the number of crimes. There's no way to punish you. And at the same time, this was about not wasting their lives. '

"So many people have a felony that comes to this...?

I didn't think that was possible with the common sense of the wind, but I don't know what it's like in this strange land.

If you look at Chloe for answers, she seems to be backing off somewhere, or she shuts up like something's pinched in her back teeth.

but when it came to Doni, he frowned as if he was worried about the sickly wind, so I thought it was something like that.

I have certainly seen such worldviews in fiction.

Nor is the measure of killing a small man to keep the big one alive ever the wrong theory. At least it is an idea that is also used in basic concepts such as country.

That girl was thin and fading. He half-expectedly thought that life was bitter enough to kill someone.

Otherwise this many people will be lending a hand to crazy deeds. That would be unlikely to be anything.

You can't just follow me and not ask for an explanation to determine the authenticity.

But when you look at the number of bodies that aren't enough with both hands, your mind also changes.

Given all the mass executions, I seemed nauseated by the boulders.

(I've never seen such a blood-smelling interracial summons...)

If you look at all this, is it true what I just heard from the boulder? And I doubt it.

Chloe responds to the corpse with a simple prayer to cut the cross, and Donnie, who just surrounds the windscape and is completely blind.

There was still too little material to determine what they were like.

……

And then we go after the two of them silently.

Then I went right through the woods.

Waiting there was a brilliant carriage with gold edges and decorations.