Labyrinth Restaurant

"I'm really back..."

On the night I returned to Japan, I slept on my back in my own bed and groaned looking at the ceiling. I'm not going to sleep because I'm still feeling high. I have remembered less than half a day since I returned to this world.

When I returned from another world, the first thing I felt was the difference in air. It seems as if the remnants of the other world fall zero out of your lungs every breath, such as air quality, smell, heat, etc.

This was followed by the hustle and bustle around me popping into my ears. The place is just after a day of classes. You can hear the classroom at school, the students who are going home or heading to the club, etc., but it's so unrealistic that the content of the conversation doesn't come to mind.

I closed my eyes and shook my head gently to calm down and took a deep breath. It's okay, I'm home. There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Lisa, what's wrong?

Such was my voice. My classmate sitting next to me has been talking to me.

"You look sick, okay? You want to go to the infirmary?

"... yeah, not so much, so it's okay. Uh, I'm leaving today."

As far as I was concerned, I was going to pretend to be calm, but apparently it still looked unnatural and worried me. But you're not feeling bad in and of itself. When I took the school bag I had on my desk, I left my classroom to go home.

Then it was another difficult journey home. I was surprised by the car running down the driveway, confused to take the train, missed the road to the house...... etc and it was hard anyway. It's a big adventure. How could I have done such a terrible thing in the past in plain sight?

Anyway, I didn't get a sense of reality in the sight of Japan that I should have seen. Perhaps it should be called the harm of staying in the fantasy world for more than a year.

Still struggling but managed to reach home and open the door, there was my mother.

"Oh, welcome back"

"... Huh! I'm home... Mother..."

I couldn't help but cry when I saw your mother's face, and my voice shook. Even though I tried to remain calm, tears came out later and I crouched down to the front door.

"Lisa, what's wrong!? It's okay, go to the doctor?

"... yeah, it's nothing.... Mother, I'm home"

Then I settled down until I could somehow move before heading to my room. And after entering my room, I cried by myself again, and even more when I saw the faces of my father and grandfather, who had finished their work at night. I have also been a crier for a long time, my eyes tingle.

It's painful to lie to my family, but it's also what makes me cry and worry without saying why, so I decided to use pseudopathy along the way. I can't even tell you the truth. He seemed to convince me for once when I told him not to worry so much because I had a cold and my head and stomach ached.

Thanks to this, I'm off school tomorrow and going to the hospital, but at this rate, I don't even know when I'm going to cry again, so I might as well stay on for a few days until my mind calms down.

I finished my mother's cooked dinner with tears, took a bath (I felt narrow because I was used to the Great Baths at the Demon King's place), then went back to my room and lay down in bed, to this day.

"Sleep like this, and when you wake up, you can be in that world."

Anyway, there's no such thing as a sense of reality. Actually, this is a real dream, and I'm going to believe it when I wake up and they tell me I'm still doing brave things in that world over there. I'm unfalsely glad that I'm home, and I know I'm going to get a sense of reality.

"I'm not a brave man anymore."

Whether you feel it or not, you have to adapt to this life beyond being back in this world. I'm not a brave man anymore, I'm just a high school student.

I stretch out my right hand to the ceiling while sleeping on my back, thinking of the Holy Sword already lost. That was really handy, as much as I'd like to take it back to Japan if possible...

"Mr. Holy Sword, come out - hey, what the..."

[Mm, what can I do for you, my lord?

Something came up, didn't it?

"Um, I don't know, Mr. Holy Sword? Why are you still here?

[Um, apparently there was a glitch in the repatriation procedure. If I had been, I would have fallen asleep at the time of my repatriation until I was separated from the soul of my Lord and the next brave man was summoned, but the separation of souls didn't seem to have worked well]

"... Really?"

[Perhaps you couldn't fool the surgical ceremony completely in pretending to be dead]

Apparently, that's what I'm talking about.

"But is Mr. Holy Sword okay? Come to this world."

[Um, I've said this before, but I've been through everything in my life. It's a corner opportunity, and I'm going to spread the word in this world]

He's as handsome as ever. It's a handsome sword. I feel the adult style.

"Eh, well, keep it up"

[Uhm]

From now on, thanks largely to Mr. Holy Sword, I will have a significantly uneven day with the average high school girl, but I still have no reason to know at this time.

Thus I returned to Japan with a little souvenir in my hand. I've had a lot of hard times, and I'm anxious for the rest of my life, but I'm still going to try my best to live.

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"Master Demon, would you like to go on a trip?

"Travel?"

A few days after the brave returned, Alice cut out such a story to the Demon King.

"I've also made a paragraph about Mr. Brave and the meeting, and I thought... it might be a good idea to go play before we get busy."

"Yeah, nice. Then it's a corner, and all the Four Heavenly Kings are invited..."

"Um!"

The unreadable demon king of the air tries to increase the number of participants without thinking deeply at his usual pace, but Alice blocks the word before he finishes saying it. And Alice remembered the brave man's advice, she said, dyeing her face red.

"Um... why don't you and I go?... Ah, too many people might annoy the other side!

"Huh? Yeah, that's okay, but you've already decided where you're going?

"Yes, I'm sure the Demon King will want to go too, hehe"