Kono Sekai ga Game da to, Ore dake ga Shitte Iru

When I entered the library in a mirage, I was captured by Maki, Ringo and Mitsuki, who rushed right into it.

Especially since Maki, who had a conversation until just before, was angry at you.

"Already! It's a game feeling all the time!

And he scolded me, and the apple scowled in his expression,

"... soma, why, soma, is it?

and philosophical inquiries, plus Mitsuki's rare and excited appearance,

"Damn, you smell like water. I'll give you about the admission fee.

So let me have a little, yeah, just a little, that ear, sweet bite?

... No, I feel a little different about this, but I want you to wait anyway.

Of course I'm not perfect either.

Sometimes I try to get into the wall reflexively because of the feeling when I stick with the game, but that's about what any modern person used to the game would do.

Besides, I had a good idea about this one.

That was just a little kidding to soothe the contemplative Maki.

Yet when you can believe that it's as if I did this just to really screw up the library admission fee, I feel like I don't have that much credit.

"Hey, Maki. It's not that I didn't really want to pay the entrance fee..."

I opened my mouth to let you know that.

"It's a shame. Apparently, it's out of time."

Before I finish my excuse, Mitsuki leaves me suddenly.

"Oh, I don't know."

Then, Maki,

"... because it's beautiful, to, come back"

Until the apple goes on and leaves a mysterious word and walks away from me.

"Oh, hey?

What the hell happened?

It was me confused during the bundle, but the next moment, the question was iced away by the freezing sound I heard from behind.

"- May I hear more about that story?"

I look back roughly in a situation of visibility.

"Let, Saelier,?

Then there's the master of the glasses, as I imagined.

"Dear Sagara. I need to talk to you a little bit, so you can come to the back room, okay?

"... Yes"

I was taken to the back of the library as she ordered me to.

What was brought in was like a clerical office for staff that the general public could not enter.

"Uh, uh, it's been a while, Mr. Saelier."

Without withstanding the silent pressure. When I uttered the white greeting, Mr. Saelier frowned just a little.

"Long time no see, is it? I think I just met you yesterday."

"Huh?... Ah, yes"

Speaking of which, I recall.

In my subjectivity, it was more than two weeks ago that I talked to Mr. Saelier, but that time was decided not to be unwind.

I said something bad, and I was in a deep hurry, but Mr. Sailier immediately loosened his expression.

"... well, if that's all you want to say I missed you, I don't feel bad about it"

Apparently, he doesn't really care about the other side.

I was relieved to breathe, but that was early.

"But don't think I can cage in with that much sweetness"

"Ha, ha!

After all, Mr. Saelier's anger didn't seem to subside that long, and she glanced at me sharply.

"If you really want me to forgive you, go around three times and say, 'Mr. Sailier! I'll take care of you for the rest of my life! Marry me!' If you don't say so."

"... ha, excuse me?

I don't know what that means, but he's very angry anyway.

I shrunk down and waited for the accusatory words that went on, but Mr. Saelier would occasionally tease me and just look at me like I was waiting for something and never try to start talking.

"Um...?

When I speak, Mr. Saelier turns his grumpy face even more grumpy, and Gohon, deliberately coughs up, finally lets the conversation resume.

"The second time, things are no longer just about money.

99.3% chance that you lack moral consciousness. "

"Ha ha..."

I wondered if you needed to say the odds, but it would be foolish to defy the angry Mr. Saelier.

Fasten in the brain.

"I also thought about fines and sticking them out to city guards, but I don't know if that would be a radical solution.

So, to correct your morals, we have prepared something like this. "

That's what Mr. Sailier put out in front of me, a few sheets of paper.

The paper has surprisingly written questions, and each has three checkboxes: Yes - No - I don't think either.

It was a question sheet in a format commonly found in Japanese personality diagnostics, some kind of questionnaire, etc.

"Is this...?

When I looked at that bundle of paper that didn't fit into the medieval fantasy world, I asked, and Saelier glowed her glasses and replied.

"This is a moral judgment sheet that investigates your moral consciousness.

I'm going to ask you to do this first and to recognize your problems. "

"I see..."

Apparently, in earnest, they suspect me of possessing dangerous ideas.

And when I'm impressed with the fact that there's even this stuff in the library,

"By the way, I made it myself yesterday"

"Huh...?

"It was all night. It's the first time I've been up all night but reading a book."

I proudly say that somewhere, but what would you have done if I hadn't come?

In fact, I wasn't here in the world before we rolled back.

"So, answer this sheet, and if there's no problem..."

"I will not ask you about this case, I will acquit you."

I'm surprised at that word, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't even wish it.

I don't mean for my people to treat me like a freak forever, and above all, I want to go back to the original purpose of coming here, to finding information about the evil gods, or something.

I honestly don't have to find it painful, but I decided on my mind to wear a cat and cut it through.

"Okay. I'll do it!"

When I forcefully proclaimed, Ms. Saelier nodded satisfactorily, "That is the hero of the Redemption, the submerged Prince Soma," and handed me the pen.

It doesn't matter if you're submerged, but you get a pen with a thank you and look through the questions.

"... hmm?

When I saw it, I accidentally snapped my neck.

I wondered if it said something small and difficult to try my morals, but that didn't happen.

Instead, even elementary school students with "I don't think thieves are a good thing" or "I don't like paying others no matter what" line up with all the simple questions that seem to tell the right answer.

Or strange from the first question.

1. Library is not a place to read books, it is a place to steal

□ Yes □ No □ Neither can be said

... No, somehow, this is terrible.

Is there such a thing as a guy that gets caught up in a question like this?

Assuming you were a real thief, if you honestly said yes here, it would be moral. How could you be an asshole before this?

(Maybe Mr. Saelier is natural after all?

Doubt builds, but in this case, it's more convenient.

(This is going to take so long to find out)

I didn't hesitate to check the "I can't say either" section, but I thought of that.

"Oh, it's over..."

Took longer than originally assumed, I finished filling out the question sheet I was given.

It was easy on the way, but at the end of the day, there were many questions that I didn't think had much to do with morality, and the choice was somehow no longer even a "yes/no - I can't say either" three, so it took me a while.

I dropped my eyes on the question sheet again to see if there was a check leak.

48. If you were to get married, how many children would you prefer?

□ You don't have to be there □ One or two □ Three or eight □ Enough to have a football team □ More than

49. A woman with glasses is attractive as a lover or as a married person, but what is her favorite pair of glasses?

□ Metal frame □ Cell frame □ Half rim □ No edge □ Nose glasses

50. What are the conditions you ask of a married person? (Multiple choices available)

□ I wear glasses □ I love books □ I am a librarian □ The initials of my name are se

Really, how do you know my moral consciousness by asking about my glasses preferences?

I'm getting a little nervous, but if there's any strange results, I just need to protest.

"Done."

"Yes, I'll keep it"

When I received the paper from me, I had a slightly unpleasant feeling that Mr. Saelier's glasses glowed with Kieran, but I cut them off and stretched them out because I was thinking too much.

You can't find a problem just answering a question like this, and now I'll be acquitted.

"Speaking of which, did the Sagaras ask this library for evil god-related knowledge?"

"Huh? Oh..."

It's a waste of time for the investigation to go unanswered while I'm in stray stone custody.

I said no to Mr. Saelier and asked everyone to focus on information relating to evil gods, especially the isolated islands in the south and the sealed clans, before they were brought here.

That's what Mr. Sailier seemed to have heard.

... Finally, I also asked for a search for Ena and Suthern, who seemed to have fallen off the road.

Well, I'm not worried about Ena because she's just wandering around the library without following the speed of the Mitsukis, and fortunately she'll be happy to fish for the library books that went off to Southern.

Although there are some differences from the game age, I am proud to say that I know every corner if I could have gotten there in the game.

If you get the knowledge I don't know, you'll have to hit a sealed clan of southern lonely islands that were deeply related to evil gods and not implemented during the game years, then live there.

When I was thinking back like that, Mr. Saelier said as he pressed his glasses up crisply.

"In my head, I'm stuffed with knowledge of all the books in this library.

If it's research, we might be able to help. "

"Oh, I see!

We just thought about looking for it ourselves and never thought of asking someone to cooperate.

Is it because Mamiki tells me that it feels like a game?

With a little reflection, I bowed my head to Mr. Saelier's offer.

"If you can, please"

"Okay.... That said, there are countless books related to Evil God.

Can't you narrow it down more? "

Tell me, I think.

"Uh, then, the southern island, the sealed clan, and the witch, and so on...

Oh, if it's a unique noun, name less, Natier or something!

"Nay, Tia?

Kieran, and Mr. Saelier's glasses shine on the last word I said.

"There must have been a big old diary in the library.

It seems that the author was definitely named Natier... "

"Really!?

Natier, the sealed witch who lived through the days of the Evil God War.

If that diary existed, it would be a huge clue.

to unexpected developments, when unexpectedly colored,

"- Soma! I found it, too!

From behind, the voice of a cousin I'm used to hearing.

No way, once again, you've found a powerful clue to the Evil God!

I turn around with surprise and anticipation, and there's,

"That's the way they found me!!

There was a masked sorcerer who was currently searching for Mayuki, who stood proud and Mayuki, who was dragged by Mayuki grabbing his roots.