Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I'm looking at the drawings I've spread out at my feet right now.

There are various organisms listed there.

Illustrations of anomalies, such as those never seen on Earth, were depicted in their drawings with a real touch.

It's called a demon, a beast that lives in this world.

"This is goblin, isn't it? Goblins are human-shaped demons with green skin, about the size of a human child. It is considered a weak category of demon because of its low status, even though it is human but has low intelligence and does not possess skills. However, you can't be alarmed because when you get to the level, there are also individuals who are gaining skills or some of them use weapons"

Ana, the samurai who sat beside me, explains the demons in the drawings.

Anna looks young in her twenties or so, but she lives nearly twice that fruitful appearance.

I've also fought demons as wizards in the past, and the knowledge also taught me things that aren't in the drawings because of what I actually saw with my own eyes.

On the other side of Anna, my sister Sue is doing my imitation and peeking into the drawings.

Sue wants to imitate what I do these days.

Unlike me, you still follow words, so you hardly understand Anna's words.

Because I'm seriously listening to Anna, maybe she thinks she needs to hear it, too.

That bully looked cute, so I'll stroke your head.

The watery hair feels sarcastic.

Sue laughed happily when she was stroked in the head.

Anna and Krebea, another maid of honor who held her back near the door, are looking at her with a smile.

I was embarrassed to be seen that way at first, but now I'm used to it.

"Your Highness and the princess are really close."

"Yeah!"

"Ha!

Anna's words are answered at the same time by me and Sue.

Anna's smile deepens to that answer.

I'm better at pretending to be a young child, too.

Return your gaze to the drawing.

Anna doesn't know I can still read letters.

I know that's why you think you enjoy looking at paintings, but I was already able to read the letters of this country.

The drawings were centered on illustrations, and the demonic descriptions contained only simple ones.

That's why Anna's story worked.

But the more I listen to Anna, the more the insanity of this world stands out.

In the first place, we're supposed to be talking serious, but it's just a level of skill, status. Too many words like games come up.

This world is like a game.

I don't think it's more of a game than I actually live in this world, but it still doesn't make a difference that a system like the game exists.

Skills seem to refer to skills that have been drawn from the soul and shaped as a constant force.

Status stands for Talent Value as is.

Level is the number of forces that its life has built up.

It explains it sounds like it, but as for myself knowing the game of my previous life, it all sounds cheap.

But it's normal to have that in this world, and I don't even question why there's such a thing as this.

I'm pretty uncomfortable too, but I just had to convince myself that's the world.

Turn the drawing page.

What was on the next page was an illustration of a giant wolf.

For comparison of sizes, or people are drawn at their feet.

I thought there might be something wrong with scaling for a moment, but Anna's explanation spoke of the correctness of that size.

"This is Fenrill, isn't it? A mythical monster, the size of which is like a mountain, and when it appeared before, you said you half-baked the fort with one bite? Exactly. I've never seen the real thing either."

That would be so.

Such a giant creature, rather than a demon, is a monster.

This world is weirder than I ever imagined with such a giant creature.

How are you supporting such a giant in the first place?

"Hey, how were you?

To my question, Anna says Kyoton.

I guess I didn't have enough words.

"Isn't this the kind of smell?

So Anna seems to have realized what my question means.

"That might be quicker for you to see than to explain it with your mouth. Crevea."

Anna summons Crevea.

Crevea, like Anna, is a samurai and escort who formerly worked as a female knight in this country.

Unlike Ana, the wizard and skinny, whose body is built up so disappointingly that it is no less than that of a man.

Anna and Crevea stood at a distance from each other after meeting something with Kosokoso.

Clebear opens one hand and sticks forward.

"Then I'll go." Fireball. "

Anna used her magic toward Crevea.

The magic of "Fireball" is a junior fire magic that, as its name suggests, shoots out small fireballs at its opponents.

I guess they suppressed the power. The fireball hits Crevea's protruding hand.

Sue is hardened to surprise.

I didn't think magic would pop up all of a sudden either, and I was a little surprised.

Anna and Crevea are laughing all the time at how we look, saying that the prank has succeeded.

It makes me somewhat muddled.

"So, you want?

Sue definitely cares about Clebear's hand.

"Yeah. It's a little hot, but it's okay."

For a woman, a fat, powerful voice answers it by Clebear.

"As you've just seen, when you have a high status, that's all you get sturdy. So there's nothing like crushing a giant demon with its own weight."

I'm curious and I'll touch Clebear's palm.

I felt a bit hardened skin, peculiar to humans with swords.

But I didn't feel like I was hard enough to get a fireball and stay intact.

"Your Highness, increased defense doesn't always mean harder."

"Really?

"Yeah. Do you feel less likely to get hurt than stiff? I wasn't so much, but when I was about a brave man in history, I was told that ordinary swords couldn't cut me but scratch me."

To my question, Clebeard tells me politely.

But will it make it less harmful, or even change the binding power between cells?

No, in such a fantastic world, it might be more misguided to bring common sense of the planet.

I shelved out a glitch in my heart.