Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

"Hey, there's someone there. Can you listen to me for a second?

The third floor of the central tower has a thick metal door in front of the stairs to the second floor, with a plaid for viewing at the top.

From there I could see the back of the head of the person standing beside the door.

"I don't want to hear about you!

"... uh, that voice..."

Shh! and I felt the cat put up my hair.

That's all it takes to figure out who's over there.

I felt like I hadn't seen you in a long time.

"Quina...... Me, why do they hate me so much?

"I don't know. I don't want to say anything!

"Do you..."

Even if this would be out in relation to close obedience, the wind is tolerating it.

However, it was subtly hurtful when people reacted like this, and it was the mood of a parent with a daughter about his age.

This includes "Don't wash it with your father's pants!" Class damage.

We got along some face-to-face, and I'm not going to stop thinking it's okay for me to talk a little closer.

This makes me still more likely to make progress in dealing with wildlife.

"Hmmm. Any plans to narrow the distance a little further...?

"I'll never - I hate it so much! I don't want to see such a sweet, pretentious face...! I hate the one with that face!

"Tough..."

It is the epitome of a social dictionary that should not be received on par with someone who seems kind.

I've only ever been praised for this.

That's already painful.

Besides, the degree of dislike that overflowed with voices was unnecessary because there was something approaching.

It's not that level of not liking it or not liking it.

That's the kind of hairy voice that hates you for pulling your jokes out.

I heard from Glenn before that Quina was sold to her parents.

Maybe that's what my parents were making me dabble with.

"Make this little bitch look good. Quina's been assigned this place as a priority, but there's plenty of people who want to be in charge. If that's what you're gonna do, quit next time."

The head of those who were looking through the lattice window moves.

From the voice of this crude young man - surely it would have been the voice of Rye who dived with him into the cave of Hydra.

He succumbed and seemed to be able to speak harshly to Quina.

"Oh, I said that, I can't help it, mon... The deputy commander told me to go here..."

"I was happy before because I'm talking about that deputy commander, and you're distracting me, aren't you?

"Ugh. I'm not like that! I just have to do it because it's my job!

I heard a lot of waste with my speechless voice.

Probably even shaking his arms to protest. I also heard chatter and equipment swinging.

"Well, it's nobody's fault. Apologize to your husband for your current attitude. If you're working, you can't do as many of these people as you want."

"No, I'm fine, so you don't have to worry about it -"

"Shut up, you're dead!

"Ah!

Something flew across the lattice and hit me in the forehead.

To see what fell and rolled, it seemed to be a button.

It's a blow that I often know is hated and quite high when paired with words.

"So you little bitch! You, the eight winners..."

"I don't know. I don't know. I know. This way!

I can't help it around this age, but as always, Quina seems to be prone to swinging emotions.

When I was forced to block Rye's voice, I saw him thrust more and more and run downstairs.

She's a decent girly sensual unlike any slave knight I've ever seen, but this is something I've done well.

I'm sure he usually pushed his feelings to death.

But like Quina just said, of the gentle pretenses of the wind - maybe I couldn't always do the street because of the half-way good intentions.

Windmill was also worried about what she had endured so far, but now she was concerned too.

I just feel too emotional just letting you dabble with your parents.

"Sir, I'm sorry about the little one"

Rye shrugs his shoulders and sighs, for Christ's sake.

I shook my head at him like that and told him I didn't care.

"That's just eight hits, so you don't have to worry about it. I have a seizure."

"Eight hits?

"Hmm, well... what. He was close to Nora."

"... Was it"

I was good at watching the wind.

Then it's natural for Quina to be angry. The wind gaze is like the killer who killed Nora.

Whatever the facts, I'm pretty sure he's the cause.

I guess I treated Quina like a sister and a sister because I meant that Nora. I can see the head of the teasing quina stroking in my eyes.

It should have been one of the few salvations in an organization like this one of slave knights.

When I think of it, the wind's chest also tightens and hurts.

"Then you deserve to be resented. And I don't need you to apologize."

"Dude, that's not true. My husband is not responsible for Nora's death. Me, the deputy chief, and the captains survive. At that time, the chances of survival were supposed to be equal, so I couldn't grasp that. Bad for him. At least it wasn't unreasonable over there."

"Still,"

"Still (...), huh? That's us, and this is my husband. I know Nora's dead and you're still gonna do the best you can. That's enough."

Instead, he laughed away when it itched more than this.

"Don't worry, he'll be back sobbing for a little while. He's not the saint prince of the story, and he cares too much."

"No, it's normal for you to care about this much"

"No. There's no such thing as a guy who can afford to care about people, and there's no normal in-laws to do anything about it. I wonder what a different world that is normal. Because that's what my husband's personality was all about?

"There are a lot of personalities. There's Liz and Chloe over here, so they're different."

……

I suddenly lost my response when I told him it was indiscriminate.

Moreover, the wind gaze finds that the condition of the air has changed slightly.

Looks like Rye had something to catch on to.

"I wonder how Captain Liz is. I don't think it's the same."

"What does that mean?

"Look, we're slaves, right? I have more or less tears to talk about. So I can feel the smell of the same kind, but Captain Liz feels different somewhere. I don't think the vice president would be the same if I said no."

"I guess that's what people who stand on top do because they have charisma."

When I said to Rye, who was putting his arms together and thinking, hmm, he seemed convinced that he was "like that".

He turns toward the stairs and raises his voice.

"See, that's where you're asking. Don't be weird mean forever. You should be sweet instead of your father, like before. That would be rude, and you would laugh and forgive me."

"Ugh! Who would do that?"

As a matter of fact, it seems Quina has been hiding behind the stairs listening.

Apparently Rye was telling me as he learned about it.

"We all know you were holding Quina while she said she was my father, right?

……

Quina gets bright red after eating up her teeth with a muggle.

I didn't want to be touched so much. It just seemed like my teeth were smashed.

"I'm done! Tell the vice president now and elsewhere..."

The moment I thought I heard a running noise, my voice broke off.

And instead comes the sound of falling down the stairs.

Windmill and Rye had solidified for plenty of seconds when they heard it.

…… Quina, did you slip on the stairs...?

"Don't worry, sir, it's the usual."

Such occidents seem to be well known.

However, the wind that gave rise to the usual air was pitiful to Quina.

□

In the meantime, I made sure that Quina was safe, and some embarrassment and confusion cursed her, some time after she finished saying that she wanted me to bring her research tools.

That's how the sun went down, and even by the time dinner was carried, Liz still didn't come down.

"Damn, how much I'm looking at the sky"

I couldn't help it. The wind sight picked her up when I exhaled.

Through the spiral stairs along the outer perimeter of the tower, you exit to the roof.

The wind blows through only at a height where there is no shield, and on autumn nights it is the cold that stains you. The wind gaze shrinks with his shoulders in his arms.

Liz sat with her back on the wall in such a place.

I'm not even asleep, I'm looking up at the sky like a loose shell.

Unsurprisingly, she's probably the type of person who won't have time without a job.

I wondered if it was cold, but it didn't warm my skin.

Are subhumans cold resistant, unlike people?

"You brought me some rice, what are we gonna do?

"Hmm, an order to eat with me?

"No, no, because I don't give orders like that"

"Yes. I see. I'm not hungry."

The jade eyes pointed at him lost interest and returned to the sky.

The sky is driven away by the sea, and the night is covered.

The stars are the brightest, and the countless stars that follow. Plus three satellites - the skies of different worlds where you can see moonlike things.

Speaking of which, even when I first came here to celebrate the night, it was the first time I had looked up at the sky to the horizon.

This is a new discovery.

Such a beautiful starry sky is so invisible to you when you go to the country.

It would be a sky you wouldn't see if you didn't go to nature with no people at all on Earth. At least it's gone in Japan.

"Beautiful sky. I can't count the stars."

"Yeah, if it's empty, I'll fill it up."

"You couldn't have done this in my world. You can only see less than half the sky with smoke dust."

"Well, that's a good world."

"Yes? The sky is dirty with garbage. What's so good about it?"

It's only supposed to be acid rain for air pollution and a negative direction, but Liz was laughing with her nose fluttering.

You don't even know this? and I'm a little angry at the little fool's face.

"I'm sure it's a world where people don't die much."

"Ah......,"

"So it's a good world. At least that's what I felt."

Dead life rises to heaven. And be a star.

When you were little, isn't that the word that anyone remembered to hear?

Apparently that was what they would say in any world.

The wind sight finally realized that the full starry sky in Liz's eyes, which talks about smudging, meant something other than beauty.

Maybe she's been here all this time praying silently to someone.

But he could not see Liz's heart in this world of constant exchange of life only with his still peace-dyed eyes.

Whimsical, free-run, noisy Liz.

Maybe it's still too early to consolidate with that impression.

"... right. Maybe it's a world where the old man tried, tried, hid the stars. The toco I was in was a lot less fatal than this one."

"Right. Then we'll see what the world's singles can do."

"At least let me try to save more people than the braves and heroes around there"

"Ha, even though it's only that much power?

"I can"

Liz sneered and laughed, but the wind looked back with a serious face.

At the pressure of his gaze, his voice stops immediately and is pushed into the back of his throat.

Instead the eyes of interest came back.

"I can. The brave ones, the heroes, they're the ones who have to solve something with violence, right? Then I'd be even better. I'm absolutely confident that I'll go beyond them to keep them alive or kill them."

"... that's funny. Say it, Singo."

Did Liz sniff something out of her unspoiled voice?

Usually telling him to be serious doesn't help his back. He seems interested in saying things like this.

"I've already gotten a lot too heavy. Keep your chest up enough to meet it, and I'll make sure it's an achievement. Hadrians teach you to do that, don't they?

"Unfortunately, I am non-religious. I'm not sure."

Liz flaunts her shoulders.

It was a modest answer, unlike the usual.

"Ugh. Even so, it's cold here. I'm down here first, so come on if you feel like it, okay?

"If you feel like it,"

Liz smiling all the time.

The wind glimpsed for a moment into her clear expression that she'd never seen before, but Liz never mind. She started staring up at the sky again.

If she were a child who could naturally give that look, she might have fallen in love.

The wind gaze rarely held his heart while savoring the feeling of being hit, and he went down the stairs to escape.