Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

--A year and six months ago. That night.

A forest trail sunk in the darkness of the night. In the night sky, where the ominous clouds fly in pieces, the thin and sharp moon, like the sickle of the Reaper, emits a dull light. The man was in a hurry without shaking his side in silence, with no sound other than the occasional sound of insects and nocturnal birds. In the darkness where the city's lights do not reach, we hurry to rely on the small magical lights.

I screwed up. I was greedy and I made a mistake.

An unusual Oriental woman. Sweet skin and a youthful appearance, glossy black silk-like black hair worked well as a seller, minus over-aged. The luxurious and soft body of an immature girl, not seen by a Stridian woman, and the clear and elegant appearance of a nun will distract men from their desire for asylum and abuse. If you put it in the store, the patron's application must have arrived.

I turned my hand to get a woman, but I didn't think I'd ever fail again. I only had to hold it once for such a thing. I don't like it, but she's a good woman. I did what I had to do.

The man bit his teeth.

The first failure was still painful. It was good to get away with the sales money just before I noticed something unusual, but the shop was cut off by the betrayal of the woman who had entrusted the manager, making the business difficult.

The store's expulsion was reported, but no public comment was made on the aftermath of the attack. Therefore, I do not know what punishment was imposed on the captured women and employees. However, it was easy to imagine that severe punishment would have been imposed from the end of the regular customers who heard the rumors of the wind. The next lord of the Marquis, who was a guest, said that he had died of illness while on medical treatment, and allied diplomats had died "suddenly from food poisoning" on board on their way home.

If he had been captured, he would not have been spared the death penalty. As a precaution, I was right to lie with magic and illusion. I did my daily work at the union (guild) with a disgusting look on the surface, but fortunately there was no sign of the investigation going around. We managed to escape safely.

But...

"... damn it"

The gentleman's malice comes out with a mouth shut.

I did not intend to fail the second time, but I made a mistake in drawing.

I tried to turn the Orient back into something that would almost have been cold, but I failed again. It was bad trying to squeeze her out before selling her to the Empire. It was too late when I thought it was time. It was not good to be caught by Zach, who kept away from her. I quickly investigated this evil and hastily told them to get rid of the women, but I failed. I thought it worked once. However, it was not good if I was scared or left it without stopping. Still, if nothing had happened, the woman would have died.

"--I can't believe you're still alive...."

Somehow a slime nostalgic to a woman took the trouble to bring it to the city.

If you were in charge of the clinic, of course you would have examined your body. I'm sure we've found some unnatural scars. In case the injustice in the union (guild) should be blamed, the law will not judge the treatment of women. I have kept the wisdom of [Akechi], but if the scars are still in the Knights' ears, there must be people who think in connection with the "Dream of the Golden Sparrow".

Until the Adventurers' Guild headquarters told me to run away, there was no gap in the guild's human watch. I still felt my gaze on the journey to my home, so I guess I was being watched. It's probably Zach's fault. The authority of the master was suspended and turned to the back of the job to do plain work while still gazing at the gaps.

Wait a few weeks. Opportunities have finally come around today. The union (guild) receives various requests on a daily basis. Today there are a lot of requests, and all the members of the main union have paid. That's why I didn't have the gaze that I felt right now.

This is an opportunity. If you work regularly to avoid suspicion, you leave early and rush to your home. There was no surveillance after all. I quickly put all my money, gold and personal belongings together and changed them into a travel costume, and jumped out of my home.

As you walk, you develop phantom magic and gradually change the appearance. It's a technique I used when I ran away from home. There is no one who keeps staring at the pedestrian from start to finish. So by changing it little by little as you walk, you can turn it into someone else without being suspicious. This allowed me to escape safely at that time. Earlier, I was able to cross the gates safely after being caught in a group of travelers with no food on my face.

You can escape again. Let's run as far away as we can. Not in Japan. Outside the country.

Roughness.

I suddenly felt a sign and stopped without thinking. It's a warm, stabbing killer to say a sign.

Approaching from behind, it will definitely approach us.

Footsteps. It's not a beast, it's obviously human.

(--A chaser!

I think we need to escape, but I can't move because of the killing that just keeps covering my surroundings. The intention to kill is undoubtedly on me.

The source of the killer eventually appeared in front of him. He's a long man in black.

"Hey, who are you?"

Someone did something by squeezing his strength, but his voice was strangely plucked. I may have been distracted if I was scared.

Only the mouth of a man in black, not hidden in his headscarf, was distorted by the shape of a smile.

"- You've been so eager to assign work to me that I don't know who you are, Mr. Langwald. I also intended to make a significant contribution to the union's performance."

The man took off his headscarf when he forced himself into a familiar voice. It was a familiar redhead who floated in the blurry light of a magic lamp.

"Zach Siel....."

Her face, which usually smiles at the cheerful person, now has a horrible, sword-eating color. It's obvious what you came here for.

--Vengeance.

We had already solved the magic phantom. The form is your own. I don't want to deceive you.

"... what do you want? You were supposed to be working on an expedition. Why are you here now?"

A quick request with a high level of difficulty that entered today. It was a request that could not be fulfilled unless it was an S-class holder. They should have sent it out. If I hadn't given up my job, I wouldn't be here now. I would blame her for abandoning her request to avenge her, but Zach didn't move.

"Oh, that request. That's fake. I asked an acquaintance to make a fake request. I put in a few other quick requests so you could be alert, but you caught me well."

"Brr...."

It's a trap. It bites my teeth, but it's no use now. Then we'll have to cut through this place somehow. The opponent is S-Class. This is Class A. However, if you take time with magic and hide with phantom magic, you may be able to do something. The opponent is a swordsman without magic. We can do it. No, we have to do it or we're doomed.

"--Just in case, even if you defeat me, you can't escape. They're surrounded."

"What!? No way, but there are signs..."

"These guys are good at hiding. It's hard to tell when you're in trouble."

You!

There was blood on my head when I said something stupid.

"Don't make me think you're such a bitch! I'm out of the Vicomte! You're not allowed to talk like that!

It was an exaggerated word, but it's true. A coarse man who knows no horse bones is not a good attitude towards a noble opponent.

But Zach laughs at nothing.

"If you can get so strong out of the Vicomte, I can be so brave."

"... what?"

"Let me tell you my real name. Lord Ranvaldo Nostedt."

――

Runwald took a breath. The family name I threw away more than twenty years ago. No, they threw it away.

"Did you steal the money from the house and run away without being allowed to marry the woman working in the mansion? I might have forgiven you for running off, but it wasn't easy getting into the house's property. It seems that some of the golden objects I brought out were jewelry given to me by my ancestors from His Majesty. You're not allowed in or out because of me?

"... no, why?"

Knowing that, the words that tried to continue disappeared. My back sweats.

"Rumbek is my mother's surname. In any case, I should have changed my first name as well as my last name. Runwald is a name not often heard near Tris, but it is a common name in King's Landing. There are only two Roombeck families in King's Landing. It would have been easier to find out about 50 or so men named Runbeck who have ties to the Runbeck family."

I can't move my feet as I think I'll retreat. Only moved very slightly.

It tastes bad. Instinct says this man is dangerous.

"So, what happened to the woman who ran off with you? She doesn't seem to have a wife."

"... that woman is gone. As soon as the money runs out."

My legs didn't move as usual, but my confused head suddenly chilled when I was brought up about the woman of the past.

At the time, I was upside down in love with someone with a different identity, but now I know. The woman wanted her identity and money. The woman, who was from a less wealthy family, seemed to have a longing for upper-class life. I didn't realize that it was a good sign of the conversation. I realized that the money was running out and we had to work together.

The next morning, when she lay down to warm each other up in a crude inn with no fireplace, the woman disappeared. Neglect to carry the dress or jewelry you bought, even if you were about to run out of money. Still, how much love did I have to leave all the money I had to live for the moment without my hands?

The only two things I found out about looking for her were that she already had a new man and that she left the country with that exotic man. After all, there is no money left to go abroad, and I have earned the position of adventurer in the city of Tris, which is where I am now.

The magic is higher than the original, and while I was working as a magician, I also gained a certain reputation. By the time I reached the age of confusion, I had left the front line, but it was only a few years ago that I was promoted to the Master of the vacant Tris branch because some of the books I published were adopted by the Guild as a guide for magicians.

It's not like there was no invitation from a woman until we got here. However, the memory of the woman who abandoned herself, who had lost her connection with her parents, stuck to my head and I couldn't feel like making a specific woman.

It was a coincidence that I met a prostitute who looked very similar to her in the "Dream of a Golden Sparrow", which I was embarrassed about in the pleasure town where I was visiting occasionally to buy a woman. I realized that I couldn't abandon my feelings for a woman until I met the whore several times.

"So, you bought a whole store for her?"

Runwald laughed at Zach who threw up bitterly.

"No."

"... ah?

"Revenge. To the woman who betrayed me."

I loved her. I loved her. I wanted to be with you even if I abandoned my nobility. I paid for the house because the woman wanted a life free of inconvenience. Even though she threw away her family name and did everything for her in the future, she disappeared from front of herself as soon as she ran out of money. He took another man's hand and traveled abroad with the dress and jewelry he bought.

After more than a decade of traumatized youth, I realized as I went to see a prostitute who looked a lot like her and met her in an occasional luxury brothel. Remember how you feel about a woman who abandoned herself - love has always turned into hatred.

This is revenge. This is the opportunity for vengeance that I have been given.

Revenge on behalf of a woman who resembles herself. Let's settle on this feeling we had.

Soon I'll beg you. Then we'll be together. "

On the last day I saw her in Runwald, whispering to her, she smiled happily as she was showing her affection at several encounters. Then I stopped going through the clutches, and after about a month (one at a time), I nominated a new member dressed up as a woman with the illusion of magic and deception. Seeing a weary woman who knew she had been abandoned by an interchangeable man, Rambald felt something filling her heart.

Oh, here it is. I wanted to see such a face.

― ― It was the moment of the outbreak of aggression.

I take care of the woman with my lover's face, and every time I do something, I say, "One day (...) I'll let you go. I'll come and get you when I've saved up. So wait and see." "One day." Nothing is more uncertain and ambiguous than a promise using that word. That's why the woman was happy, but she also felt anxious to wait for the day when she didn't know when. A few years after I made my first promise. The woman continued to wait in good health, but gradually showed signs of exhaustion. Seeing it, I secretly burst into a faint joy.

It was a shame for Langwald that the majority of popular prostitutes, including sign prostitutes, were killed by the influenza pandemic one year, and many regular customers were too far away to run the store. Sometimes a woman survived.

I bought each prostitute who survived the shop, where there were multiple dead people due to the infection and the property fell to a value that could be said to be broken, and set up a woman as a manager. The mistress called her "butler" and kept watch. Keep them in the store except for occasional walks and shopping. I started not taking customers, but the woman seemed a little disappointed that she wasn't free in the form she wanted.

Still, "it's for you," she said, "I've been working in a brothel for a long time, and I'm worried about ignoring common sense outside, and gradually getting used to her going out, so the woman obeyed me very much.

A bird in a cage. A golden sparrow singing only for itself.

She sees a woman who is most pleased with her words and fills her heart's wounds. Fill your heart with faint joy.

One time, one of the regular customers' "plays" passed, causing the prostitute to die. A whore who had met several times and finally allowed me to spend the night with him was killed that night. From the marks left on the prostitute's body, it was easy to guess what kind of "play" took place. He seemed to have a cruelty appetite.

The woman faded badly into the situation, but her face at that time - despair, sadness, abandonment - and all kinds of intense emotions converged, and she was very satisfied.

- Oh, this look. I want to see it again.

The anguish of a woman with a face similar to that of a woman who beat herself to the bottom of despair fills her vengeance and abuse.

The man who killed the whore made a fortune calling it a silence. Runwald also received it in two replies and sent him home. The body was disposed of internally. The employee involved was given a special reward and threatened as an accomplice, keeping his mouth shut.

After that. The "back of the line service" was added to the store's business. Fortunately, there seemed to be a certain number of anomalous gentlemen. This will secretly speak up to the prospective customer and encourage them to join the undercover membership. The prospectus was successful. The gentleman who became an associate member liked to play with his sexuality and eventually went to school regularly with comrades with the same taste.

Visits are not frequent, but the fees paid at once are huge. The number of backers gradually increased, and the sales of the store jumped at once.

It was all because I wanted to see the bitter face of a woman. Every time the prostitute died, every time the body was disposed of, every time a new woman was brought in as a hole, and every time the women's skin was scarred to stop them from escaping, it was the greatest pleasure of all to see her weary.

Two years after I started doing business behind the scenes, I completely lost my face and became like a living doll. So I was alarmed. I didn't think you'd snitch on the Knights by teaming up with a new man - the man you sent to as a butler. I didn't know you still had the ability to act that far.

Do you still think the bugs let me know? When I last visited the store, I saw signs that the subtle discomfort felt by the woman was not good without anything. I told the woman and the butler to do some errands and asked them to leave their seats, and after collecting the money that I had given as sales and expenses in the gap, I left the store.

It was just after that. Anonymous accusations were thrown into the Knights.