Magi Craft Meister

"Ugh... here, is...?

When Jen opened his eyes, it was in a dim room.

"Oh, did you notice?

Turning to those who spoke like that, the pain ran all over my body.

"Ahhh."

An unexpected and intense pain makes my voice go out.

"So, are you okay? I didn't seem to get hurt..."

"It's okay...... I think"

Even though it hurts, it's not the kind of pain you can't move, it's closer to the pain you feel when you move your strengthened body one way or another.

It should be, too, and this is like a recoil that has moved from a low-potential universe to a higher universe.

Though whoever finds out about it should not be in this world, nor should he ever appear.

Slowly I woke up and stretched softly, slightly but the pain eased.

"Well, I think I've managed to move."

"Good for you."

And Jen once again looked at the owner of the voice.

She is a woman and wears qualitative clothes.

"Oh, I'm the daughter of this house, Helga"

"I'm Jin."

"Mr. Jin."

My daughter, named Helga, has chestnut hair, chestnut eyes. It was a little over twenty years ago when I was old.

"Why am I here? It would be helpful if you could tell me about it."

Jen tried to gather information first.

"Okay.... Jin had fallen on the edge of a fountain in the mountains. My father found it and brought it back."

"... I don't remember... Oh, so, what's your father?

"Sergei is the head of this village."

"I see."

Jen hammered lightly and asked questions in an attempt to get more information.

"Uh... I can't remember clearly. What year is it now, and what is this place?

"Yeah? Really?... 320 years of continental history this year. This is the village of Tazzi on Pandora."

"Huh..."

Jen was stunned.

Years and place names were different from Jen's known Ars.

From what the word makes sense, is it a very close parallel world?

(... is this also an 'error'...?

Jen, who is about to break my heart.

Seeing how disappointed he is, Helga sounds worried.

"Uh, Mr. Ginn? Are you still sick?

"Ah, oh. Yes, it seems..."

Jen's complexion was so bad that I could see it beside him.

"I was lying down a little longer. Yeah, I'll get you something to eat."

That's what Helga left.

(Damn... Was this a different world again... Elsa... Reiko... old man... Hannah...)

Jen wept.

(I... I...)

Around my head, my grief rushes around.

I just couldn't see him for less than a week, but I missed that place.

After all, is it because it is not a 'I can go home any time' or 'I can go home any day' place, but a 'I may not' or 'I'm not going to go home' place?

(... me too, you're a weak person...)

Jen mocking herself.

People can't be lonely. It was Jen stained with the skeleton to be made.

"Thank you for waiting."

About half an hour later, Helga put her meal on the basin.

By then, Jen had also been a little calm, allowing him to think things through somewhat calmly.

"Oh, oh, thank you, Mr. Helga"

Jen sits back in bed.

Helga drops by a simple side table and puts a meal on top of it.

Barley porridge, sautéed vegetables, and water.

"I'll have it."

I didn't think I had much appetite, Jen, but my body is an honest one.

A bite reminded me that I was still hungry and instantly flattened all the meals served.

"Welcome. It was delicious."

"That's good. Apparently, you're feeling a little better.... Can you talk to my father after this?

"Oh, right. Yeah, I'm fine."

Jen scolded herself for pity that she couldn't seem to thank him for the help.

Also, when you get hungry and comfortable, you can afford it mentally.

"Okay. Well, wait a minute."

"Oh, uh, am I allowed to stay like this?

"Yeah, 'cause my father's coming to this room"

So Helga left the room with a basin with dishes on it.

(Hmm, I wonder how we should respond...)

A little cheerful Jen tries to think logically.

Meals, water, etc. are adapted to Jen. "Ichi" also reminded me that I would only guarantee that the destination I sent was a place that I had adapted to Jen.

"And then..."

Perhaps they will ask you where you came from, but if you should answer honestly or not.

(From another world, I don't know what kind of reaction I would get back if I said something like that... do I delude myself by saying I don't remember at first)

Jen concluded that it would be better not to give extra information.

(If you get used to this one, you can just pretend to remember it one by one)

"Mr. Jin, it's my father."

To Helga's voice, Jen wakes up from his thoughts.

Right behind her, in her 40s when she was old, middle meat mid back. A man with grey eyes stood on his slightly darker blonde hair.

Jen stood up and greeted him.

"It's called gin. Thank you for your help this time."

"I say Sergei. He's the village chief.... you were down by a fountain on the back mountain. In that case, there is no option not to help. … let's just sit down and talk"

"Oh, yes."

"This is the chair."

Helga pulled two stools out of the corner of the room and sat her father Sergei on it.

Jen sits back on the bed. Helga lowered her back to the other stool.

Jen and Sergei are opposite each other, and Helga is the form of sitting beside the two.

You're feeling better.

"Thanks to you"

"So how the hell did Lord Jin end up down there?

"... I don't know. My memory was partly confusing..."

Sergei heard it and looked worried.

"Hmm, is that right?... Anything else you remember besides your name? How about where you're from?

"Yes.... little, no. So much so that I didn't remember this year for years."

"Right. That's a tough one."

Sergei seemed to believe what Jen said.