Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

Our job this time was to buy Mr. Shamash time to come.

So I have nothing more to do than Mr. Shamash came and went to seal the pit.

The damage is to the extent that a local warrior was slightly wounded by a goblin.

Considering it was a sudden mass gush, I'd say it was done negligently. Well, it's the everyday world where monsters gush, the minimum sense of danger would be the result that all residents had properly.

Marco boy's sister might have sucked if we hadn't made it (rock throwing oak out), but she was helped as a result.

So the next thing you know...

"Let's start with the first Artemis Knights Reflection. Chitty Chitty Chitty Chitty"

That's why.

Based on reflection, I want to make use of it in the future.

Right now, Mr. Shamash waiting for us to seal the pit, which means we're all gathered near the entrance, and the members are me, Deanna, Marina, Mr. Rebecca, Elepi, Etowa, the Great Parent, the Present Parent, and Mr. Aeon.

"Your husband! What was the woman who felt more familiar earlier than that!?

"I'm a demon. superior compatibility."

"Zillow, what's this about?

Deanna, Marina, and Mr. Rebecca come stuck.

Mr. Shamash's impact seems to have prevailed over the reflection.

Apparently, I have to explain! I'm not bad!

"Uh, I wonder where you talked from..."

In the meantime, I have to speak from the relationship between Mr Shamash and Mr Aeon, but what about the content of the story?

I don't even think I can peruse Mr. Aeon for talking about being the former princess of the empire or the third princess of his former imperial succession, but I also think it would be okay to trust the members who are here now. There shouldn't be anything like taking a leak.

Either way... if we're going to hide Mr. Ion, we'll have to share the information.

"Big Parent, do you... do you want to explain something lightly about Mr. Ion while we're in the pit...?

I'll ask you one more time.

In front of the pit, Deanna, while I was waiting with Etowa, he might have explained it to me with some zackling.

"I didn't. I don't think I can handle it. I'll leave it to you."

"Right."

I guess I'll have to explain.

Mr. Ion seems uncomfortable wearing the hood deep into his eyes and wrapping his hands around it.

The imprint peeks, but none of my kids point it out.

He seems to care about the chills, but no one speaks to Mr. Aeon, and there is an unspeakable feeling of being left behind.

When people ask me, I say it's bad, so we all move out of sight.

The great parent distracted me and left my current parent on the lookout for the pit.

The fewer people know what's going on, the better. It's not like I don't trust my parents right now.

But now......

Really, I wonder what you've explained since.

No... any details? Let's go straight.

"Mr. Ion, can you take the hood? Just make it look like a chill."

The creep in this story is Mr. Aeon's imprint. It doesn't start without showing it.

Mr. Aeon showed a little patrol to my request, but slowly took the hood and showed me his face.

"Hih..."

Someone takes a breath.

Mr. Aeon's clear, watery hair, and his depression imprint will be exposed to Madara.

Her bright red eyes lay low, squeezing her lips and holding her arms uncomfortably.

Well, yeah.

Whatever you say, I'm not sure I can trust you. It's a group, and there's no Mr. Shamash on the line of favors.

Here's the "Wow, jailprints! Engacho!" I think it's possible for everyone to expand Cotempan as a possibility...

I know you trust me and my big parents, but I'm guessing you're someone else I just met.

"Mr. Ion, you don't have to be nervous like that. I'm not going to do anything wrong."

Place your hand on Mr. Ion's trembling shoulder.

Whoa, princess bee, were you too nervous for the other guy?

But even though I'm strong when I'm with Mr. Shamash, it's the cat itself that's been borrowed now.

You're the one with the inner valley.

"Well, it's easy to say that this jail-tailed Aeon and the demon tribe just now lived together. Instead of me giving out five spiritual stones to cover this Mr. Aeon's imprint, we talked about that demon being my slave! In addition, Mr. Aeon may be under various circumstances and will take the imprint and then hide it in our house! Maru!"

All right, I'm out of words!

……………………

Together, each pushes silence with a complex look.

Yeah......

Right, I'm supposed to have just gone to get the Demons to fix their swords, but I can't believe this is happening...

Life is strange.

But, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Sometimes I feel so sympathetic already, but more so because Mr. Shamash's power of war is too beefy.

Good luck with my escort. Bad for Marina, but with Mr. Shamash, the dangerous bridge would be considerably easier to cross, and it's obvious that business would be easier.

Until now, we've only been in business like hitting stone bridges and crossing them.

"... Your husband. Can I have one?

Deanna was the first to open her mouth.

"Yes, go ahead"

"You welcome the demons who just rode the birds as slaves...... right? So you're going to live with us in our mansion - right? This Mr. Ion? too?"

Will the focus be there after all?

Being a slave means being a slave.

"............... I cannot live with the Demons. I'm an elf."

Clearly rejected.

Is it incompatible after all?

"It's racially compatible, fine. Nothing. I didn't mean to live with you. I guess that doesn't mean Mr. Shamash will be my slave in itself, does it?

"That's not the kind of problem I can say anyway..."

Deanna says mognomonio with a broken tooth.

The truth is, maybe you want to say it anyway.

You even said "that tame woman" earlier.

"Aren't you angry? Your husband."

I say that on account of my ascension.

Maybe you think I said something unsolicited, but I'm not that much of a one-man.

It's more important to everyone I've been with.

"You can't be angry, Deanna. I thought they'd disagree more."

"I can't believe I disagree... But"

Drop one voice.

"... is that okay? Your husband. Isn't the imprint such an easy sign of a criminal?

Ears whispered so Mr. Ion wouldn't hear me.

Naturally I would think so if I didn't know the circumstances.

On second thought, a set of demons is picturesque and intense on the imprint man.

"... well, I'll see you later on in that situation."

"Okay."

Looks like Deanna's OK for now.

Either way, in that mansion that seems to have a lot of spiritual power, Mr. Shamash, the Demon Nation, won't be able to live with him.

Besides, it's better to build a house and go through it closer than to live with it poorly, it looks like you can porn without caring about people! Like......

Don't think about such a geez, geez......

"Do you have any marinas?

Marina is thinking about something with her eyes closed just now.

When I urged him, he opened his eyes.

"Lord which! Newbies are educated by Marina!

"What?"

"Marina is a senior slave. Even the Knights are seniors. We have to show the code."

I thought you were thinking about something earlier, but you were thinking about that?

"I don't mind that. What's the code?"

"You shouldn't alert me before your senior year. Alecole."

"What are you talking about?

"It's a lot of things. A lot of things... a lot of things... like the first time..."

I see, I don't know.

I don't know, I guess it's something sequential about the middle school club.

Marina said, "A year picks up balls! Racquets are forbidden to carbon. Use the wood!" or something unreasonable. Or like "Nike bash is 100 years early, a year is cloth bash or gym shoes"...... Didn't I?

Well, the Demons are the only places that seem to atrophy, so maybe it's not a bad idea to set a rule called the Code. It will depend on Mr. Shamash's character, but it is common for order to break down while it is a disturbance in the balance of power.

In terms of combat power, Mr. Shamash is probably strong enough to lose even if we all fight.

"... uh, so there's something about Mr. Rebecca?

Mr. Rebecca, it's not like he's my slave or anything, but I need your advice.

Mr. Rebecca has been staring at Mr. Aeon with surprise ever since Mr. Aeon took the hood, and Mr. Aeon seems a lot uncomfortable.

"What, me? Yeah, hey... can I talk to this kid for a second?

"I don't mind that. Mr. Aeon would be nice, too."

"What, yes"

And Mr. Rebecca, standing in front of Mr. Aeon, smiled nicely,

"... Long time no see. I didn't expect to see you again in this way...... I thought you were dead too."

I said that.

"I've seen you before...?

"Don't you remember? Well, I wasn't in the right position, so I might not have a choice."

Polite language.

An attitude that is as if it were different from the usual shattered tone, as if it were towards a human being on the horizon.

Mr. Rebecca knows who Mr. Ion is...?

"I'm Rebecca Roat, formerly of Scarlet Wedge Scarlet Wedge. Lieutenant Sherrow Roat will remember, won't you? It's that girl.

... I - I still don't forgive you for you. - Princess Lucrion. "

With a smile as dry as a crop, I told him so.

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"Sherrow Roat's... daughter...? I wonder if he was old enough to have a daughter like you..."

One exhale, Mr. Ion looking just a little confused. I would never have thought I'd meet someone who knew me in a place like this (a slum far from the Empire).

Rebecca answers with an emotional smile on her cheek.

"Because my father uses more than ten stones to rejuvenate. You're not surprised."

Mr. Rebecca is right, and Mr. Aeon has hardly looked surprised to say that he met someone who knows him.

I mean, you're being objective, or you look like you're embracing everything.

"I don't know... you may not believe me for saying this, but I did something that you didn't have to forgive....... I don't even want to be forgiven.... No, I suppose it should be the officials of the 'Scarlet Wedge' who will plead guilty to me. Naturally you can't forgive me. This too... would be a meetup. - Pfft, I can't believe I still have so much fate at play after losing my blessing."

Mr. Ion with a throwing attitude.

Once raised as a princess of a country, a butterfly, a flower, such a discarded pot is very unlikely.

To the extent that Mr. Shamash wishes to entrust it to me for the first time, he may already be mentally worn out.

"I can't believe I turned you down... I'm..."

Mr. Rebecca clogs the words.

Mr. Ion in my own memory - I mean, it would be due to a gap with Princess Lucurion.

Apparently not a direct acquaintance, but an opponent with intense connections.

But no way... you didn't expect this to happen...

"Mr. Rebecca, I mean, what's this all about?... No... Shall I start with Mr. Aeon's introduction? They'll all be chimp campers."

Introduce Mr. Aeon lightly, to the best of your knowledge.

She is the princess of the Empire and is the third princess to inherit the former imperial throne.

I didn't know if it was a political confrontation between rival factions, and I ran down to see if it was some general or a holy knight - the princess who was chased.

"Because of this Princess Lucrion, Isaac died and Scarlet Wedge was dissolved."

Mr. Rebecca pinches his mouth in the middle of an explanation.

So, isn't "Scarlet Wedge" a mercenary regiment that had Mr. Sherrow or Mr. Rebecca?

"Was it? Hmm? Well, I can't believe Mr. Ion's supposedly running down on you."

"... yes"

Right, oh, I see.

Mr. Aeon said he ran off to see if he was an empire general or a saint knight. That was about vocation, wasn't it? No, is vocation = vocation in this world, originally?

Isaac, the head of the mercenary regiment where Mr. Rebecca was, said he was a super handsome man with a rare vocation, "General" and "Holy Knight (Paladin)," so that's why he was your opponent.

Rebecca said she had one thought for the person, so that's exactly why Aeon was a lover?

... No, Mr. Aeon didn't know Mr. Rebecca, so one way or another, he's a sidekick... No, let's not.

Well, but I don't know if Mr. Rebecca's mad, and I can't even feel it. Still speaking in a respectful tone, is it still the business of knighthood?

"Princess Lucrion.... I found out the truth about Isaac after he died. I also know why your imprint is. So... there's some sympathy... but"

Mr. Rebecca separated words there once.

Something about how hard it is to say, biting your lips and staring straight at Mr. Ion.

"The princess won't know how Isaac was killed. He's..."

Spinned from Mr. Rebecca's mouth, miserable memory.

Isaac was executed for kidnapping a princess when he was a mercenary.

The method of execution, he said, was to be named after a scarlet wedge and twisted with 20 wedges on the wall, a subordinate of Isaac's tendency to stain wet wedges with scarlet blood.

The reason for the execution is that he measured his run off with the princess, but the truth seems to have been the plot of the current emperor, or Mr. Aeon's brother, who feared Isaac with exceptional charisma and strength as the head of a mercenary regiment.

Even so, Mr. Ion was used and Mr. Isaac died.

The mercenary regiment also lost its commander and disbanded.

Initially, Mr. Sherrow was also seen as dangerous, but unlike Isaac, who seems to be relatively common sense and submissive, Mr. Sherrow, who doesn't know what to do, was afraid and was just as good as watchful?

Mr. Sherrow once told me about it at the booze table on Orica's birthday.

Until I got here, Mr. Rebecca said he lived with his heart shut. He even said he wanted to die to decay like this, or else he'd be a nigga.

"... I also heard rumors of Zach being killed... by the wind. Several Scarlet Wedge members were also chased. You weren't an exception, were you?

"... right"

"I'm so... sorry.... Not that I need to apologize, but that's all I have right now..."

Mr. Ion shudders and bows his head deeply.

Unimaginable weight.

At times like this, I can't stand the air and I want to say something horrible.

By and large, I don't really understand Mr. Ion's sins and behavior.

Isn't it the ones who framed Mr. Aeon for the bad?

Even if Mr. Aeon was a princess and had inheritance rights, he should have been about two years ago. Then he was about the age of a high school student at best.

Even Mr. Isaac is on the side of being framed.

At a time like this, most killers are the "most gained ones". In this case, I mean Mr. Ion's brother.

"Uh, can I pinch your mouth for a second?

Mr. Rebecca, too, looks like he's starting to get a little blood on his head.

I don't think I have a choice.

The dissolution of the mercenary corps and Mr. Isaac's death and Mr. Ion are both involved, so even if you didn't think Mr. Ion was retarded by your head, it wouldn't be so easy to break it off.

"I can somehow understand your relationship, too, but let's just discuss it.... No, first of all, what does Mr. Rebecca want to do? As you can see, Mr. Aeon is a prison stamp, so if you want to bring him to the bureau to atone for his sins, that's what I think, Ked."

"... I don't mean to... but..."

I can swim my eyes, Mr. Rebecca.

I hold my hand tightly or open, and I'm restless. Maybe I'm not in good control of my emotions.

Eliche, from the Imperial Capital, came to the city of de Country, where she lived as if she were going to set it apart from the past.

It's like the past came all of a sudden without the mind being ready.

Even if you seem calm, you must be upset on the inside. Too different than usual.

Mr. Rebecca is a kind man.

I'll never forgive you! Kill! You wouldn't even think about it.

However, if you still have the opportunity to say it to the person, I guess he just wants to say it.

I know exactly how that feels.

It's like a ritual to sort out your feelings and move on.

It's not meaningless. Nor is it a matter of reason.

If you ask me, I'm a jerk.

And more importantly, that seems necessary to Mr. Ion as well.

As it is now, I just don't think I can be happy with a jailprint.

Even for Mr. Ion, I guess Mr. Rebecca is the one who "came from the past".

I think we have a chance to face each other against the past.

I don't know if I can.

... but otherwise we can't move on.

"Mr. Ion, will you talk to me? The end of the matter. I'd still like to hear more about your prison prints."