Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

Walking about a man for about five minutes.

I was brought to a domed tent larger than the one around me.

Locally at the center of the settlement. It must be the residence of the head of this settlement. In front of the tent it was an open place, and it also looked like a square where people gathered.

In the square at the centre of the settlement, will it also be executed publicly?

One man slowly came out of the tent only wishing the pain hadn't prolonged too much.

Magnificent man with a tough face. I'm wearing clothes made of fabrics that are clearly better than the people I saw earlier. I still had a big scar on my face. The man, dressed like a nomad in the meadow, twisted me, but when the man who brought me told me something, he opened his eyes wide and came this way in a panic.

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As always, I don't know what you're talking about. Still, I knew I wasn't being hostile because of the way the man looked.

Wondering what would happen, the magnificent man invited me into the tent.

Follow adults. It had a low ceiling but a large space, and carpets made of animal hair were laid on the ground.

Something like a small bamboo, or even a furnace in the center of the room.

There were a number of cushion-like things layered around the corner of the room, and a large towel was left unmade on top of it. When the man took the towel, he silently offered it to me.

- Could this mean wiping your body?

It may be rude to say that it does stay wet in the house. Because it was raining, the suit was heavier with a good breath of water.

There is no reason to defy it. On the contrary, it was so thankful that I received the towel, took off my clothes and gently wiped off the moisture. Then put your sleeves through the ethnic costumes you were given. Was it made of hemp or something? It was a little rough, but I was relieved by the dry clothes. Sit adultly in the last place presented.

Always silent, a man watching this movement looked relieved for some reason. Surprised, two women came in with a basin from the entrance some time later. They were both still wearing ethnic costumes, but they hide their faces with thin veil-like things. One had a cup made of wood and a distorted shape of water on it, and the other had a vessel with fruit served on it in a basin.

When they put it in front of me, they left softly, frightened.

He sees the man who brought me into the room, but he's blinded, and he just walks out of the room saying the role is over.

In a large room. I was left flabby. I fell asleep.

"This is... what is it"

Apparently, he's not going to be executed.

It's only a guess, but it doesn't even look like a wind of poison in the water drain placed in front of you.

And I thought it might have helped... and I was getting furiously thirsty.

"Huh! Ha..."

Take a drain and pour the contents into the cup. My hands were shaking, so I zeroed on the carpet a little bit, but I can't even afford to care. As long as I was embarrassed to think about it later, I took no measures at all and drank that water all at once. A soothing sensation moisturizes my throat.

I hadn't even walked for hours, but my whole body was complaining of thirst.

Continue the act of pouring water and drinking it out over and over again.

So I drank up the almost full amount of water that was in the water, and I was finally able to take a breather.

"... hah..."

Has the removal of moisture relieved the tension? He fell into the spot, as if his body had unknowingly solidified loose, cancer and loss of power.

I was tired to the extreme.

"Cherry blossoms..."

Call her name unconsciously.

What the hell happened to me...

I fell asleep to lose my mind, completely incomprehensible.

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After a few hours of sleep, I woke up naturally.

Apparently, it wasn't until I woke up that I realized I was under house arrest.

Having slept and regained my strength, I tried to turn the cloth at the entrance to the tent to get out.

That's what keeps me from moving. I'm not scared for any reason.

"... it doesn't seem like it's my fault"

There is still no sign of execution.

If you're going to execute me by and large, there's no way you're going to feed me and throw me into a house I think is the head of the settlement.

We need to see how it goes. Just because you've been locked up doesn't mean you can't get busted.

Even if you ramble with no words or understanding anything, you'll just be in trouble later.

I decided so and decided to stay quiet in the house.

Fortunately, I had no trouble using my time because there was only the house of the chief and there were quite a few books on the bookshelf.

I'll take one in my hand to try it out. I totally don't understand the letter of what I saw the title.

Even though I'm still disappointed that it looks like a completely different language, I think it's better than doing nothing, and I'll turn the page carefully. Apparently it's a picture book for kids. Just good for remembering letters.

With the book I returned to a cushioned place and calmed down, comparing the letters to the picture, I began to guess what was written.

Looking at the picture book without even getting tired of it, suddenly the tent opened and the women who brought me water and food earlier came in. Are you going to escort me, another young man is following me with a spear.

The women placed the new basin on the floor and retrieved the basin of those whose contents had been emptied and walked away lightly.

In the meantime, you don't talk to me about anything.

Instead, the man in the escort was telling the women something, and they had a firm nod to it.

I'll stand still and listen.

I wondered if there was anything at all close to the language I knew.

Anyway, we need to communicate. It starts.

I had relied on their words and the picture books in my hands to learn them, and a few days later I was able to understand their language, called the common language of the continent.

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"What do you guys want to do with me?

It was probably ten days since I was locked in this house. Do they even want to kill me? Having grown tired of this situation with boulders, I decided to talk to them.

I generally understand their language to the extent of everyday conversation. Luckily, one of the languages I know and the words they speak were similar in language system.

If I realized that, it wouldn't have been that hard later.

"Huh..."

You were surprised that I suddenly spoke, and the three turned this way frightened. One of the women trembles and returns her words.

"Yes... now I can't believe it"

"I asked him what he wanted to do with me. Or is my language hard to understand? I'm sorry to hear that."

"No...... I understand. I understand..."

The three of you who look at me with amazement. There was something frightening about that expression.

It doesn't make sense to scare me. I cared for as calm a voice as possible.

"Come here, it's been ten days. In the meantime, all you have to do is give me some food and I won't let you do anything. I wondered what the hell it was all about."

"Um..."

"You don't talk. I'll speak for you."

Trying to answer me, stopping the woman who brings me water at all times with her hands, and the man in the escort takes a step forward. The man with a real spear, dressed in his usual ethnic costume and probably not a replica, has stared at me.

"How come I can talk all of a sudden? You didn't speak a common continental language on your first day."

I responded quietly to the question within my assumptions.

"... there was a lot going on and I was panicking. Now I'm finally settled, so."

"... Haven't you spoken weird words?

"I'm mastering working patterns, various languages. There must have been too much confusion, one of them."

"... yeah"

He looked frigid, but the man seemed convinced for once.

"... the long story was that you're a scared wizard... So we were talking about putting a line on it and sealing it inside... is that wrong? When it comes to language acquisition... are you a scholar?

"Wizard......"

To the man's words, for a moment, the appearance of the men who had fallen on fire rose to the back of his brain. I shook it off and answered with a gentle tone.

"Right. I think you're right about being a scholar. Language is not a specialty...... I majored in History."

"History...... Learning? I don't know what you're saying... but you're not the wizard who's been crushing our settlement, are you? You're not the enemy, are you?

"Of course. I don't mean to be hairy.... During the investigation, I just got a little lost."

Words clouded the area.

Already at this point, I clearly understood that I had come to another world. But is that something I can tell others? I don't even know if cases like mine are rare or common.

I just kind of understood that if it split up, it wouldn't be a lot of things.

So his word is, ship over.

A lost foreign scholar. I decided to play it.

Professionally, I was a lecturer in college, so it's not like I'm lying at all.

"Yeah...... you get lost in places like this a lot. Well, if you're a scholar, I don't know. Scholars are a bunch of freaks. So, what country are you from? There are no scratches on my face. You're not Talim's person, are you?

In that word, the place I am is Tarim. Turns out it's a country called

Try to burn the words to the back of your brain. I wanted geographical names and other information so much that I could get my hands on it from my throat.

"... the southernmost ocean nation on the continent, do you understand?

"Oh, you're from Irvern! Right, good. You're not Wilhelm."

"Yeah, no"

I was relieved to see the man react.

Some of the chief's houses were like maps. So I was convinced that this was not the world I knew.

It's true that I was discouraged, but I can't even just be depressed. I regained my mind and read the marks and the meaning of the writing written there. As a result, this is a country in the north of a large continent. Apparently, we found ourselves in a state of engagement with neighboring powers just south.

Cheating on your identity doesn't mean you're going to name a country in a state of engagement.

So I somehow presented the location of the country that was noted at the southernmost end of the map... the guy seems to have caught me brilliantly.

The southern country is Irvern. And from the story, the opposing state is Wilhelm.

"Right, from that distance. Did you even use the metastasis gate?

"... yeah, well"

Metastatic Gate - I didn't know what that was, but for now I nodded. This world is apparently a place where my common sense doesn't get through from the ground up. Magic, what a word there was, and even if you think about what you saw on the first day, it's not a world of scientific and technological development. I thought we should avoid making far-fetched remarks.

While I had a conversation with a man who assumed a lot of things on my own, I was still thinking about how I should get out next.

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First of all, I was wondering how I should get out of this house locked up, but surprisingly early that time I visited.

The man who told the chief about me came to see me the next day.

"You, scholar, what is it? … do you also know about crops?

"... if it's common."

I don't know what level of civilization this world is. That's why I answered, but the man who gave me a soothing look pulled me out of the tent saying, "I want you to come".

"... dazzling"

I haven't really been outside in over ten days.

But I didn't have time for emotion. Because so many people were staring at me as I went out and swept away.

The man showed the trick of paying a firm hand.

"You guys, this is the chief's order. Just scatter."

"So, but.... That's the one who defeated the Yakins with some incredible magic, isn't it? I brought you around the corner, but can we get you out of the junction?"

"... he's a scholar, not a wizard. Well, then maybe you can fix what's going on with us, huh?

"But..."

"It's the chief's order. Or do you want to starve to death?"

"... ok"

When I heard the word, chief, people left to each one, although it didn't feel like reluctance.

"This way."

Walk according to the man's lead. Eventually it was the outskirts of the settlement, the fields of the poor minister, places like.

The moment I saw it, I felt I understood the level of civilization in this world.

"I see..."

"Did you bring him?"

I was in the field first, a magnificent man I saw the first day opened his mouth to me.

"... it's this field, but it really doesn't work. There is still a good deal of time to travel. We can't move here.... If you're a scholar, can you tell me what to do?"

I smiled softly when I saw him saying that he was in sincere trouble.

Oh, I can do enough with this.

"... Yeah, I think I can help. I'll return the favor of a meal."

... perhaps, but civilized about the medieval extent of what we call it on Earth. Then I don't care with the knowledge I've accumulated.

Much remains to be seen. Even if it moves, it won't be until we get more information.

So now as a scholar here, I thought it best to secure a bed and a meal and then think slowly ahead.