Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"Phew...... Sounds like you're doing well somehow. Because of the crackle, there was a little anxiety, but the stone was still good. Heavenly Rugged Herd... If it hadn't been for that one, I might have failed."

Mr. Dream's words don't come to my ears well.

The mirror has been restored to its original size, and on the other side, there is a line of faces for everyone who has missed it as if it had been away for years, even though it was only a little over a month.

"Huh. I hadn't used magic as much as I wanted for the first time. Huh! I feel like I turned the old engine as much as I wanted!

After using the magic, Mr. Serene makes a goofy stretch.

She looks kind of better too...?

"The last Spirit Stone was used about 70 years ago."

"Hey, I just wanted to say thank you to Mr. Ayase. I mean......, Ayase, what's wrong?

I'm surprised they pointed the water at me.

No, it's not surprising.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"It's okay now. Mirror, it's completely fixed.... you can show me your face."

That's right.

That's right.

The mirror is fixed.

I somehow checked my identity.

I bought it at Uni-Olo as usual.

When I go over there, I change into the right clothes for the other world, but now I don't need to worry about that.

I don't need any luggage.

I don't even need a souvenir.

The look of everyone in the mirror.

Soy soy and heart bouncing.

Deanna grips her hands in front of her chest, staring at this one.

Marina is calling me with her mouth wide open as she jumps with Piong Piong.

Mr. Rebecca is walking around to the right and left as he peeks through the flicker and mirror.

Olika, Etowa, Elepi, Aeon, Shamash, Hetty,

To each one of us, he's waiting for me to come, taking a hard spit.

With trembling fingers, touch the mirror.

For a moment, I think about what I would do if I hit a trick and a mirror.

But that's worrying.

As usual, my hands slip across to the other side without any feeling.

I looked back once.

Mr. Dream thumbs up with good force.

Mr. Serene smiles gently.

I bowed my head small.

"Go, Mr. Ayase. That child is myself, my sister, my daughter and my grandson. Say hello to Deanna."

"Of course it is. Thank you!

And I slipped through the mirror.

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‹ Orica Perspective ›

With the dazzling light, I - Olica Flavelim - watched with everyone in the mansion as the mirror automatically repaired.

The dim basement is filled with light that cannot even be opened, and the mirror leads on its own to return to its original appearance.

I can see the other world, according to Marina and Aeon, and Shamash, it was the Great Mage of Dreams and his wife Elf who fixed the mirror?

And a few minutes after the mirror was completely fixed to its original appearance.

From the mirror, the hand I always saw came out sooo slowly.

It's your husband's hand.

It's always your husband's hand to receive my letters.

I don't see the other world. It just looks thin and moya.

"Ah, ah! Lord, which is coming! Ah... there is... which one..., uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Marina, who had been calling about her husband, jumping with Piong Piong just now, was so impressed and cried the moment her husband gave her a slightly skinny face.

It's surprising because I thought Marina would hug the best (...).

So there's no way that I... instead.

My husband, who only put his hands out of the mirror, hesitated or stopped moving in that state.

Anxiety spreads to my mind.

Maybe the mirror didn't fix well...? And?

But I was worried about that.

My husband, through the mirror, went completely to this side.

He appeared illuminated and just a little sorry.

"Oh, I'm ashamed to be back"

Are you really embarrassed, scratching your cheeks polypoly and mojimoji?

It's such a happy day, you could be happier.

Well, both us and your husband were a little prepared that this mirror had broken and we might never really see each other again, so maybe you think it's a pleasure but a little embarrassing that it fixed so quickly.

Oh, speaking of which, I also wrote and sent letters with such embarrassing content.

Not now, but my face gets hot.

"Your husband!!

In fact, Deanna was the one who hugged me the most.

The overflowing Shizuku sparkles as tears fill its large eyes.

Try to bury your face in your husband's chest and hug him hard.

And my husband, too, laughed gently and embraced Deanna.

Something is different than before, a gentle embrace that is difficult to explain with your mouth.

"I'm home, Deanna. You're worried."

"Ugh... Ugh... Your husband..."

Deanna puts up her face messed up by tears.

Ever......, ever since my husband couldn't come here, I remember Deanna sinking in the mansion, and I get my chest full too.

"Zillow!" "Boss!" "Young Master!" "Ayase!" "Mr. Ayase!" "Master Zillow!

Everyone gathers at my husband wah, skinning Deanna.

For some reason, we all stroke your husband's head, rub his arms, and slap him on the back saying it was good.

I also joined the defeat and pulled my husband's ear.

Guys, I think I wanted to make sure your husband was here.

Touched it myself, and I was certainly relieved.

"Zillow. The... Glad you look good"

Rebecca talks to Mozimozi and her husband.

There are tears in those eyes.

Rebecca, who goes by with a scary sister in the village, is also like a maiden in love in front of her husband.

"And Mr. Rebecca. I tried to worry. Thank you for all your protection about the mansion."

"Yes... it's okay. We all worked so hard.... but it was so good... Zillow"

Rebecca closed her eyes with Cotten and her head in her husband's arms.

Even in the village, Mr. Rebecca is beautiful, but there doesn't seem to be a story about that, so why? The topic appeared regularly. It was out there, but I thought it was a topic that everyone shouldn't touch, so I avoided asking the person.

At first when I moved in, they thought it was Mr. and Mrs. Sherrow, but apparently it was something the story lover hunter had heard from Mr. Sherrow.

Apparently some of them attacked. But I heard everyone was flabbergasted by Kechon Kechon.

Now I can be sure.

That Mr. Rebecca's thoughts go as far as his husband's, and that his heart seems deeper than I think.

I don't know about before I got to know your husband, but now he's almost approved in the village.

Some village youths who were sneaking after Mr. Rebecca are jealous of their husbands.

After that, Mr. Shamash, Mr. Elepi, Mr. Etowa, Mr. Ion, and even Mr. Hetty screwed me up, and we rejoiced for a while until the last remaining Marina wiped tears and broke into them and hugged them intensely by her husband.

My husband laughed at each other in tears.

I hugged him, too, confused.

It was a pretty good one, so let's keep hugging it confused.

Then, once, my husband went back to thank the two of them for fixing the mirror, and after that, we all ate the dishes we had prepared and partied.

Shamash envied or Rebecca angry that Deanna and Marina were so bitterly stuck to her husband that there was not a 1mm gap.

In the past month without my husband, everyone is starving for my husband's share (...). It's funny to watch, because we're all going to stick to Pita Pita and her husband, like if we don't inhale nutrients, they'll wither.

I snuck off to the pitch, too. It seems prominent when you're alone, so invite Etowa and sneak up on Pita Pita. My husband likes the made-to-measure clothes I wear, so I'm glad they don't seem so sloppy.

As such, it was the first brightest night in a long time.

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‹ Zillow Perspective ›

Long time no see.

The party's over, after everyone's asleep.

Sleeping alone on the couch, I was thinking about what was to come.

When I think of my reunion with everyone, my lips get loose.

I cried, rejoiced, held each other and shared joy.

Fever. I felt my heart.

I was glad to hear from Mr. Dream that I didn't even consider Emmesparet a chillary about it, like it's a world of games, a non-player character, or an android.

Guys, you're a decent living person in this world, and it's just that you're a little different.

Instead, I'm the only one who's Gentile.

You're accepting me, you should be more than happy about it.

Deanna and Marina insisted firmly that we sleep together today, rather from now on, every day.

For a moment, I almost said - but I just stopped.

It was like a quizza, and as they sat beside the bed and stroked their heads until they fell asleep, they began to take a quiet nap, either because they were horny or because they were immediately resting.

Deanna's special guide.

Mr. Serene asked me to say hello, too.

'Eternal Love' isn't quite understandable to me yet, but the answer will have to be given soon.

After they slept, Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Hetty were waiting in the living room.

"What are you two going to do? If you're staying, I'll get you a place to sleep."

"No, I'm staying at Becky's, so it's okay. Faster than that, Mr. Zillow."

"Yes.... you mean Dida"

Vengeance against Dida, which caused the mirror to crack.

Mr. Hetty has already captured Dida.

They let him swim at first, but he hears the mirror will fix, and you think he's abducted him?

Hetty does not like to do things that are dull, so she has a great deal to do. I thought kidnapping would be just as problematic... but he said it was okay because he did it well. If you say it's okay, I trust you.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't know what to do.

I also say it rains and hardens the ground. This case turned out to be positive. I knew Mr. Dream, and I could learn about this world.

But that's why it's called release.

"Master Zillow"

I'm starting to think about it, and Mr. Hetty tells me something.

"Even if you don't, me or Becky will. Princess Lucrion...... no, maybe you can get Aeon to do it"

Oh, well......

Even if Dida didn't have anything to do with this one, you were buying it with a deserved grudge......

Rebecca and Hetty with a Rin look.

They would kill (...) if they said they would (...).

But at the end of this case, I have to wear it myself.

This is not Japan. Not even modern. It's not even Earth. It has nothing to do with the law.

He'll take the butt he tried to kill.

I can't remember if it was the phrase "Only the one who's ready to be killed can kill me," but I think you're absolutely right.

"... I'll do it. Where are you now, Dida?"

"They're throwing me into my stable."

"I see. Isn't that right there?"

Mr. Sherrow wasn't here today because he's on his watch.

"Okay, Mr. Zillow. Executions will be carried out tomorrow."

"... ok. I'll get my mind ready."

That's how they left.

I never dreamed I'd abandon a murdering virgin before a virgin.

... To be honest, it's too heavy for me.

If you ask me if I'm ready to dye my hands in blood, I'm not sure.

Or, then, Mr. Hetty or Mr. Rebecca, let Aeon do it...

"Oh... What to do..."

The other guy is a big rich guy, so the best mystery I can think of is tying him up in a spiritual contract and exonerating him in exchange for something financial...

Even such a bad one would have wives and children.

If he were to be killed, he could burn in revenge.

It's a chain of misfortunes.

Instead of that happening, why don't we just tie it up in a spiritual covenant so we can't serve it?

As it turns out, I'm alive, and it's like I'd rather get paid than just kill...

"... no.... You can't."

There is also the matter of ions. And about Mr. Rebecca's mercenary regiment.

Everyone forgives me, even if I forgive myself.

This is not Japan. It's not a world where life is heavy.

Rather, it's the outfit I was given the right to lay my hands on.

They all want to kill us.

"Do you have to..."

I look at both palms as I fall asleep on the couch.

But I was never ready, and the night just got better.