Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

"--It's getting late."

Ciori checks the time on her smartphone as she skips back to her home and walks carefreely. A dim road with few street lights lit up the screen of the mobile device slightly. Digital notation characters indicated a time when the date would change in a few minutes.

Dinner is not ready yet. Let's go buy something appropriate at the convenience store up ahead. I want to avoid wearing clothes when I work this long and cook when I get home. Given the time, perhaps there are no more busy things left.

Hip, make a sound, close the phone cover, and put it in your commuter bag.

--and.

Suddenly my vision was distorted. With a feeling similar to standing dizziness, Theori stopped and meditated strongly. I didn't mean to overdo it, but I'm almost thirty years old. Perhaps it is easier to accumulate fatigue. I endured the dizziness for a while, but gradually I was attacked by the feeling of wandering to my feet, and I moaned little by little.

Nah, nah...

The ground twisted and my body swayed. Then, a floating feeling that feels like your feet are falling out.

"Ah...."

The moment I fell down, a tremendous stream of crushing energy struck my body - my consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

―― ―― ――――

Siori opened her eyes loosely, feeling as if she had heard someone's voice in her fluffy consciousness. An unfamiliar slab ceiling jumps into sight. And the smell of earth drifting slightly. Looking around without understanding the situation, I saw a plain but clean white painted wall and a glass window fitted into a wooden frame. Retro glass with irregular waves, as seen in old grandparents' houses and old houses designated as important cultural properties. I'm sure it was Taisho Glass.

―― ――

A man with burning sunset hair looks down when he looks at you suddenly in surprise. A man with a deep and straightforward face who seems to be present among Western painting actors. Around the middle of my 30s? He was clearly a man with a different look from the Japanese. I noticed several scars on my skin that I could see from the collar of my loosened shirt and took a breath. To take a closer look, the man's outfit was somewhere exotic... rather than unrealistic.

The charcoal grey vest is still good for the producing color shirt, which is designed to close the collar with braided strings. However, the sturdy leather boots with the stunning hand-patterned sword of an amateur and elaborate design and even under the knee with the tire rest were exactly medieval European style. In any case, it is not normal to stand up.

Speaking of which, I had my clothes changed to something like a sick suit. I can't find the suit I was supposed to be here by then.

(... what the hell...)

I woke up loosely trying to sort out what happened to me. You feel lightly dizzy. A red-haired man's hand was gently attached to his back to help him get up.

"... thank you."

The man's face was perplexed when he thanked him. I didn't seem to understand the words. Vague anxiety plunged my chest. It's obviously foreigners who don't understand the words - and why are they alone in a strange place with an unusual rising man?

I try desperately to understand the situation. Yes, I'm sure it was home from work. Suddenly, he was attacked by a terrible dizziness as he hurried along the night road, and he probably fell down.

I wonder if this man protected me. Not by ambulance, but by this foreigner man? An up-and-coming man who seems to appear in a novel set in an old-fashioned interior and a different world for fashionable young people. I wonder if this is part of the set. In that case - I was worried about the sword that felt like it was being used for a man's burn, and the costume that showed me how used to walking along my body through my sleeve many times. It's a pretty well-made prop. Moreover, it is strange that the words cannot be understood by a domestic theater troupe. Is it a shallow day since I came to Japan?

――

The man spoke again. I still can't hear you. It was an unfamiliar word. I didn't know that I was proficient in English, but I knew that I wasn't even proficient in English. The feeling of anxiety that I had vaguely felt earlier now compressed Shiori's chest with a definite presence.

―― ―― ――

When the man said something, he turned his heel and went out the door. Beyond the half-open door, you can hear multiple people talking. Eventually, the man came back with two men. One was a young man in a long jacket with a white hem, and the other was a red-haired blonde woman dressed in a thin cloth costume who spared no effort in exposing her splendid proportions. Whatever the man in white, the beauty is still coming out of the fantasy novel.

I wonder if you've noticed my anxiety, but the beauty knelt next to the bedding where Shiori was sleeping and held her hand to reassure me. A red-haired man lowers his hips in the round chair beside him. Seeing and watching, Shiori became restless. Did you notice that? The beautiful woman sent a blame on the man. Soon the man can swim his gaze with a strange face. I could understand that both of them were not bad people somehow. But that doesn't make me feel safe.

――

The man in white said something with a gentle voice and gently took Shiori's hand. From the appearance and technique, I learned that it was probably a doctor or something. I wonder if you intend to go for a medical examination. Place your fingertips on your arm, take a pulse, search your neck for temperature, and carefully examine your eyes and mouth.

Eventually the man smiled softly. It seems that the medical examination has been completed. I didn't understand the words, but the smile and the gentle calming sound suggested that there would have been no problem.

After a period of silence, the beautiful woman pointed at her face and muttered something.

――

Huh?

"Nadia"

Grasp her intentions and stare at her. She said it again. Still, pointing to his face.

"Na, di, a"

"... Nadia?

Repeating, the beautiful woman smiled satisfactorily. Then the red-haired man pointed to his face and said.

"Zach"

"... Zach?

A caring, vigilant, and mixed face, he smiled as if the sun were shining. I thought maybe this face represented his true self.

Then I can think of their intentions. Nadia. Zack. These are probably the names of two people.

This time, a man in white pointed at himself.

"D, l, s"

"... Nils?

He nodded with a gentle smile when he saw the face of a man named Nils, thinking that there were animated characters of that name in the past.

When I finished naming the streets, my three eyes focused on us. You're going to say it's your turn next.

"Shi, oh, li"

Was it hard to hear from foreigners? I heard that the names of Japanese people were hard to hear and hard to pronounce to exotic people.

"Shh, shh, shh. Shiori"

"Shi, wo, li"

"Shi, oh, li"

"... Si, Ori?

After several corrections, I finally got the correct pronunciation, and nodded and showed it.

When you finish introducing yourself by name, Zach gives you a book with some folded paper. The old and used book looked like a map. Looking at the map printed on the scratched cover, Theori hardened herself by realizing that what she was trying to think about was becoming a reality.

― ― A map of the world that describes terrain of unknown shapes that I have never seen before.

The bloody feeling is probably not my fault.

Zach opened the paper that was stuck in the atlas. It must be a copy of the world map. The spreading map was placed on the top of the bedspread. Then he pointed to the center of the map - the middle upper part of the continent in an unfamiliar shape. The latitude is high. Is it Hokkaido or a region above it?

"Stridia"

Maybe it's the name of the country you're in. But I've never heard of it. Looking at the map, it is a country of its size. On this scale, no matter how far from Japan it is, it is not strange to remember the name of the country. But I don't know. I've never heard of it. In the first place, the topography of the map was completely different from what I had seen.

(What, what? What the hell happened? No way - but that's not true.)

My breathing was disturbed by an unspeakable feeling of irritation. Shallow, exhales. I can't stop shaking.

Zach pushes the map of the world here after looking at the horrible siori. Then I tilted my neck and pointed it out.

I want you to show me your country. I wonder if that's the case.

Theori saw Zack. I failed to say anything, but only my trembling breath leaked. Nadia blushed her willow eyebrows and Nils looked at us in trouble. Zach's gaze turned into an exploratory, unabated sharpness.

Look at the map again. I still don't know. No matter how many times I looked or where I looked, I found no familiar landscape country. I took my gaze off and looked at the side of the bed - the window. I can see outside. I bounced off my skin and got off the bed. Your body flutters and treads, but you don't mind stepping out.

――

There was a sharp voice that stopped him, but he ignored it and ran to the window. The view under the window, looking down as if it were sticking.

The exotic streets were sinking into the darkness. The streets of the city where the book was about to fall that night floated in the light of warm colored street lights. People crossing the boulevard, carriages - none of them were familiar to me. It's a world like a godpa that shouldn't exist in reality. People in medieval ethnic costumes cross the street. Sometimes I saw people armed with things like swords, bows and arrows, and canes. All of them were not crops, but realistic sights full of a definite sense of life.

Well, I saw a cat-like creature with a wizard-shaped man coming out of a picture book. The tail is divided into two pieces, like pure white cotton hair. On its back, it is grown with two degraded feather-like organs folded. The eyes and gaze of the golden and pale odd eye that make you feel intelligent are intertwined - as soon as that white body comes up fluffy.

Theoli screamed in silence. The retreating body shakes as it loses its strength and disequilibrium. A rushed voice comes from behind, and someone can support you. The embraced body was held up as it was. It was Zach. Holding him in his arms, his body trembled to the point where the root of his teeth did not fit.

The tremors did not subside even after being carried to the bedside and rested on the skin again.

(Liar)

Words that don't make sense, figures like the characters in the story, maps of the world depicting unfamiliar terrain, unfamiliar city sights, and creatures you've never seen - all pointed to facts that happened to you.

(I can't believe it's such a cheap novel.)

--Have you come to a different world?

Nadia gently stroked Shiori's head, holding her body in a warm clothing that faded and trembled. Zach sends his gaze to Nils. He shook his head with a harsh face. I couldn't allow any more interrogation.

―― ―― ――――

Though you know it doesn't make sense, Zach dropped something when he stroked Siori's hand. Though it remains a little stiff, it sounds like a caring voice. However, Nadia's gentle hand to stroke, and Zach's concern for perhaps not a bad person, did not save anything now.

(... what should I do? What should I do?)

"... Shiori"

They call me by my name. Nils smiled with a troubled face and offered a drink. It gently presses against your mouth. The poured liquid had a luscious sweetness and earthy scent.

―― ――

After confirming that he had drunk it, Nils gently hid Shiori's eyes in the palm of his hand. Do you mean sleep? Maybe it was some kind of medicine that was drugged. Your strong body relaxes and your consciousness gradually fades away.

Yes, if you fall asleep, you'll forget. We can escape. On the contrary, we may wake up from this bad dream. While thinking about such things in the corner of my dazzling thoughts - my consciousness sank.

Siori woke up loosely and blinked without knowing where she was for a moment.

The ceiling of the ceiling of the snow bear is full of sight.

(--A dream, or...)

I remember the day I first fell into this country four years ago. Memories of the beginning.

Wake up gently. The water droplets fell off my cheeks and made a small stain on the blanket. He was crying.

On that day, I realized that I was an adult woman who was neither a child nor a young daughter, so I did not commit a malaise such as crying indecently, but I still remember falling asleep for a few days because of the shock and fever. At that time, Zach and Nadia worried a lot. After several days of medical treatment and some recovery with Nils' medicinal water, days began to get used to the environment.

The clothes I wore were washed and returned, but I didn't have a commuter bag. I managed to get it from Zach during the gesture conversation, but apparently he was protected by himself. I wonder if it fell into that world or even disappeared in time and space during the transition.

Anyway, nothing, no words, no common sense of this country, nothing like wealth. I couldn't say such a long time to find a way home. Anyway, I couldn't start anything without getting used to life here and laying the groundwork for living.

Four years were desperate just to survive.

Now, even if I wanted to go home, I also understood that I couldn't go home. Dramatic and dramatic stories like heroin in some novel don't start. It wasn't called in anticipation of any role, nor was it dropped with great power. I now understand that I was only trapped in an accidental distortion of space and fell into this world.

The magic of return may be somewhere, but the less powerless I am, the less young I am, the less foolish I am as I try to find myself in the dark clouds without clues. In the first place, we need to reveal our origins in order to do so. However, I didn't think you could believe that there was no sudden change in the world. You should not risk your position in this land that you have built with hard work and desperation.

Anyway, let's live. Yes, I spend my days thinking about it.

(I'm alive. Whether it be an ambiguous being, it is breathing and living in this land now.)

I wiped the remaining droplets on my cheeks with the back of my hand.

A slight scratch of clothes was heard outside the tent, followed by a gentle curtain rolling around the entrance.

"... you were awake?"

I may have come to see what's going on inside. Walking quietly.

"... where's Louis? Are you still playing?

"I'm sleeping with my friends over there. Pretty spectacular. It's a colorful puddle of water."

Well then, it's the same as before. My brother was stunned. "

"I see....."

Alec had an unspeakably subtle face. The expression was exactly the same as the one Zach showed last time, and when he unexpectedly blew it out, he looked suspicious.

"It's the same reaction as your brother. Come on."

"... just like him?"

He is somehow dissatisfied. Even though they are familiar with old times and are quite close to each other, there may be opposites between men somewhere.

"There's still time to change. Sleep a little longer."

"Yeah."

When I was urged to wrap it in the blanket again, the stretched hand touched my cheek.

Looking up, Alec's face wrinkled slightly between his eyebrows.

"... what?

Were you also blamed for seeing tears? Though he was in a hurry, he kept away from pursuing it.

"No... nothing. Now go to sleep."

A large palm was placed gently to block the view. The gentle warmth is conveyed from the hand. I began to fall asleep slowly so that I could be guided by the warmth.

(--Someday)

In the warmth of comfort, I think.

(Someday, if I can really (...) take this man's hand, can I put my roots down on this land?)

--I felt like something warm touched my lips on the verge of melting my thoughts into a gentle sleep.