Rakugo in Another World

"... what is this...?Lute, how are you? "

The prophet had a suspicious look at the sudden sound.

Indeed, the sound was loud.

I thought the court band started practicing without reading the air, but it was obviously different from the music played by the cytopia court band.

Everyone looks around at that exotic, nostalgic tone.

In addition, there is the sound of tapping on the drum.

"What is this?Who's going to ring? "

The source of the sound was immediately discovered.

Looking back, there were two players.

It was a half-elf girl and a middle-aged man.

Nanase-Frau, the wizard, and Damaya, the viewer.

Nanase plays the lute with her gorgeous finger as it flows, and Damaya works hard to get a rhythm with it, even though she is not aware of the bundle.

"Hey, what the hell are you thinking?Where the hell did you sneak in... "

As the prophet stared at the two and tried to accuse them, the front double door opened.

Standing there was a wounded brave man, Raqqa-Sinb.

"Nh... what, you..."

The prophet shouts at the sudden appearance of the hero.

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However, when Raqqah ignored the words of the prophet, he walked straight as he noticed, rubbing the big sword shining like black crystal against the ground.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing?So, you're not here to stop the execution?What are you gonna do?Hey, knights, why don't you stop him? "

The prophet commands hysterics, but the unspeakable force of the sacred magic sword that seeps out like steam from the hero's dragged holy magic sword completely pressurizes the knights, and they can't even get close.

And as Racca passed by the Klein and the others, she stopped in front of the absent throne.

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Cross the Holy Magic Sword diagonally, stand low, and breathe.

Slowly, the sword wraps around the lacquer.

Those around him were just watching the sight.

And then...

"Iyaaaaaaa!!

Swinging the sword with a temper, the throne blew into the dust.

The decor splashes, dances through the sky, and sparkles.

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The fragments of the throne grab the cheeks of the prophet and hit the wall behind them, opening a hole and flying into the sky.

"Ha... hawaa... hawaa"

The prophet pulled his hips out in tremor and sat down on the ground.

While everyone was stunned by the shocking sight, Lucca let the sword rub against the ground again, saying nothing, and walking away from the scene just as she did when she came.Then he put his arm around the wall next to the open door and fell.

In the back of the gaze, only a square red throne platform with a lost throne of 150-month by 150-month was left behind.

And this time, Princess Subliminal appeared from the open door in exchange for Lucca's retreat.

Walking with a fresh expression is so beautiful that you fall in love with it.

When the princess places the cushion in her hand in the center of the throne, she immediately turns her heel back and stands in front of the opposite wall, pinching the door with Lucca.

The songs played by Nanase and Damaya continue.

And the hero and the princess were held back, and the man appeared from the open door.

A man in Japanese dress, wearing a black crest and feathers, not seen at the terminal.

The crest is embroidered with a tobacco cigarette as it rises from the pipe.

The man walks gracefully, gently, flatly, and gently like a cloud in a slaughtered place where a public execution is about to take place.

No one can speak.Just like you fell in love, all you can do is stare at it with one hand and one foot.

Then, when the hero arrives at the high throne (throne table), he sits in the mattress set by the princess.

When I reached for the floor, I slowly lowered my head.

At the same time, Oniko stops ringing.

It was quiet during the gaze.

Nobody talks.

Face up and the man opens his mouth.

"Well, even if you go somewhere, there are directions, but things have orders.There are reasons, there are habits, there are customs. "

A calm voice echoes during the gaze.

"And as long as it lasts, customs become culture, everyday life, common sense... that's what the world is like."

A gentle and clear voice passes through the ears of those who are there.

"There was a kingdom, a kingdom somewhere."

The breathtaking voice gently strokes the surrounding air.

"In a peaceful country, people lived in abundance and happiness.But there was a secret in the country that no one in the country could tell. "

"What the hell..."

The king gazed at the man and whispered.

"Ah, to the king... is it the prophet who is coming over there?I see you for the first time. I have been summoned from other worlds, I am a person called Ikfuku Rakutei.I am a spinner of yota stories inherited from person to person and mouth to mouth. "

After briefly introducing himself to the king of one country, Ikfuku Rakutei then declared:

"Now, I'd like to ask you to join me today in a seat called The King of Cytopia."