Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Smells.

I accidentally lowered my olfactory strength to an unpleasant odor like I'd never felt before.

The sense of smell, which was dog-like, drops to a normal crowd.

Still, the discomfort of a once stained smell doesn't quite leave me.

The wind makes my skin dry.

It's hard to say that the wind is pleasant, too.

Blah, blah. It's cold.

What you hear in your ear is cluttered noise.

Talks of people passing by.

Car exhaust sound.

Music that can be heard leaking from the department store.

At the end of the line of sight, the city in front of a station on that scale of such a subtle line, which can't even be described as a city there, but can't even be described as a country.

I was coming back to Japan.

Of the tasks that I had left to my body for minutes, the highest priority was to allow the transfer to Earth.

There are many reasons.

Games, comics, treats, cup noodles.

Is that it?

I can't think of any reason, can I?

Well, come on.

In the meantime, I'm going into a convenience store.

By the way, my current outfit isn't my usual robe look.

Instead of wearing such a fantasy outfit, I'm changing it to one that doesn't make me uncomfortable even if I'm in Japan properly.

Apparently it's winter now, so skirt on white coat like that, boots.

Although it stands out because I myself am white and my clothes are white.

I can't even change the color, Mendoy.

I'll be right back anyway, and no problem if it's somewhat noticeable but to the extent that they don't call the police.

It might be a little dangerous to keep your eyes closed.

Get the right magazine at the convenience store.

And check the number of issues.

Seeing that date, there was a mild surprise, albeit expected.

It's been over five years on Earth conversion over there, but it's only been six months over here.

I hear time passes differently.

Special relativity?

No, I'm not sure because I don't know about special relativity just because I said it.

Well, it's magic. In a certain world, maybe physics can't help but say this.

But six months.

It's no different than the scenery I remember.

It seems like after about five years there could be quite a change in the building or something, but I didn't think it was weird because it wasn't there at all.

I didn't think so, so I checked and found out.

I then read a whole weekly magazine of comics and left the convenience store without buying anything.

Huh?

You want me to buy something?

I'm speechless, what is it?

Besides, the clerk kept a huge suspicious eye on me reading comics with my eyes closed.

Damn and dispersed.

Yeah.

Clairvoyance also functions properly on Earth.

There's no way I can't use magic.

If you can't use magic in the first place, it means you can't transfer, so it's not at the stage where I'm arriving safely.

Often a novel or something, there's a setting that says that the earth didn't develop magic because it doesn't have magic, but it doesn't seem to.

I don't know why the magic didn't develop.

Maybe someone's pulling a thread in the back, but it's not the one I know about.

I'm going to pull a thread behind it and head to someone like that.

Needless to say, at D's.

The primary reason I came to Earth is to meet D in person.

Entertainment and treats are second to none.

Really?

I know there is a D, but I just know it.

I've never met him.

My pride won't allow me to be a family member of someone I've never even met like that.

I originally thought I was totally sorry I got under someone.

If you give up a hundred steps and it's going to happen eventually, at least you have a convincing opponent.

So I need to identify D with this eye.

Whether I am worthy to serve.

With power, unfortunately, you won't win.

What a super advanced builder of massive magic, even if it rots.

Having touched one end of it, I have a glimpse of its artistic completion.

That alone can tell the difference in power.

Even though I have deified, I do not have a single victory in case I am the lowest god who has never, and barely, mastered the use of power.

Besides, if he peppers fragmented information or information disclosed by D himself, he has particular power in God as well.

Only if you pepper the story.

So it's not power to see.

Whether it fits my filling.

I'm done with this.

If that doesn't fit, then that's the time.

It depends on my mood, whether I pretend to obey for a while and run, or use my strength to get down and down.

In the end, as usual.

Walk towards your destination.

I can't smell the soil at all I'm used to sniffing, instead the clutter smells on my nose.

Concrete path that lasts everywhere.

A kind of cramped city.

Even if I feel them, I'm not very impressed.

I don't really feel like I'm back.

It's obvious, though.

One way or the other, I get mocked.

Ah, a beef bowl shop.

Uh, eat.

But gold.

D, can you spare a penny?

You can certify me as your tentative husband if you give it to me, yeah.

From the front of the station to the residential area.

Compared to the front of the station, people are sparse and shops are running out.

From there further back.

Hidden in the shadows of homes and dwellings, one house.

A whole house without any kind of weird philosophy about a decade old.

Open the gate and get to the front door.

Potted plants placed next to the front door and fingers placed in the gap between the roots of the ornamental plants that grew there.

There, there was the key.

Use that key to open the front door.

The house is quiet.

There is a staircase to the second floor just moments after entering.

Next to it is a hallway that leads to the back of the first floor.

I go upstairs without hesitation.

Go upstairs and open the door right next to you.

Slight sound of PC heard in the room.

The screen shows the game, with the character of a bald jerk magnificently avoiding the enemy's attacks.

Every time the controller gives you the sound of a chatter.

"There you are. Or should I say welcome home?

The girl holding the controller said so without even looking back.

"I've never been here before in my life. So I guess you're right."

Strange, slurred and words appeared.

Other than the Demon King, we could have had a decent conversation for the first time.

That too, I know why.

"Nice to meet you, okay? Princess Young Leaf. Or should I call you" D "?

The girl looks back.

I remember, my face.

Me and the melon two girls now.

The difference is that I have my hair down and my expression is just a little different.

"Nice to meet you. My replacement."

My original presence said that with no expression.