Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"... I see the language you used to chant that spell is' nihongo '"

"Yes, it is"

The school director's pronunciation of 'Japanese' is a little different though.

It feels like a foreigner who is not fluent in Japanese is saying 'nihongo'.

I'm in the dean's office on the top floor of the school right now.

After that, the school director told those who were there - Leeza, the guard, Clarice,

"What happened on this occasion today is worthless. Why don't you tell someone... the death penalty will be taken into account?

Strongly included.

We're gonna take the death penalty into account, right? although the part felt a little joked.

Is the school director a scary person when he defies, all three of them immediately replied Jesus (although the way he replied was threesome).

When I broke up with the three of them, the school director told me that

"I need to talk to you a little bit, so you can come with me. It's better than being put in a punishment cell, isn't it?

I was told, so of course I wanted to refrain from chastisement rooms and so on, and I decided to follow her as I was told.

It would be somewhat better than lonely mornings alone in the punishment chamber and do-it-yourself, even though the situation still does not allow for predictions.

I don't know if you can keep that guard in your possession again.

The dean's office was quite large.

Unlike the image of the principal's office in the world before plain and harsh lived together, it feels like a little rich living room or something gorgeous.

Are you some kind of royalty? But the interior is colored with gorgeous dishes.

Horizontal black desks that great people use in cartoons and stuff are no different than the ones that seem to be in the world they were in.

Is it a sandalwood desk?

and the school director combined his hands on the desk to feel like a commander.

Contrary to appearance, adult majesty is seeping out.

It was about language that the dean of the school, entangled in such solemnity, first questioned me.

And when she finished explaining Japanese, she raised her gaze, which she had lay low.

"Example spell, in a non-activated way. Again, could you give it a try?

…………

"What's going on?

I realize.

Me and the school director are alone now.

If we activate that spell on this occasion and detain the school director, wouldn't we be able to get away with it...?

The director of the school has turned a blind eye to shooting through.

"I'm telling you, you shouldn't think weird, okay?

"... what are you talking about?

Now, you're being held back by reading thoughts, aren't you?

…………

Well, either way, I don't think my situation will turn around where I held her here and ran away.

Besides, I currently have very little information about that spell.

There seems to be no risk in use so far, but you should still refrain from using it without darkness.

It can be used, and I understand, is subtly different.

Priority should now be given to 'understanding'.

Even if you're trying to escape, it's still early.

She seems to know something about that spell.

Most importantly, we need to get some information about this world now.

It's just harsh to suddenly be a questioner with little knowledge of this world.

"Well, thank you very much."

Eh, and tone your voice.

"Okay."

Exclude the last few letters again and mouth that spell.

As if it were engraved in my head, I could even read it out without making every word wrong.

When I'm done, the school director cutely puts a "mmm" on his mouth and starts to think about it.

Waiting for a response, when I got out of hand, I observed the school director.

He sounds like such a scary person, but when he sees it like this, he's really beautiful and cute.

It's a moonlight expression, but it's like an exquisitely crafted doll.

"Sounds like a pretty difficult language… is it possible to decipher it as a letter"

When he pulled one out of a bunch of paper on his desk and turned it over, the school director took the blade pen that was on his desk as well.

He gives me a pen in his thin, tiny hand.

"An earlier spell on this paper, will you try to write it?

I'm going to make the spell into letters as I was told.

The school director ran his gaze at my letters, which were not even beautiful in flattery, with a fine roar like a little bird.

"Difficult characters… language is more complicated than bad ancient characters"

Then the dean made me repeat some of the spells again.

When she finishes the recitation, she begins to sound something like "wow" or "wow" when she was listening carefully.

And the school director breathed as discouraged.

"I knew the words wouldn't connect well...... I see you can't even just look at the upper side. I mean, you can't read the words and the meanings of the sentences yourself if you don't understand them with your head... well, even if you took the time..."

Oh, I see.

In other words, was the school director trying to see if he could chant with a look on his face?

Hair up, the school director stares at the letters I wrote.

"You mean the combination of pronunciation and words is the cause of being unreadable? So, in other words, the 'spell itself' of the curse has some sort of speculative effect..."

Whispering to himself, the school director seemed to be diligently putting his thoughts around.

Hmm.

What does that mean?

Ever since I've been in this world, I've understood this language without difficulty.

No, on the contrary, I even understand words that seem to be unique nouns.

Even when I was falling near the school, for example, a silver-haired beauty - and I would love to see her again if I had the chance - could properly convert the word "I'm letting you" into "Saint Renault Thread" and think of it in my head.

Because the conversation is established without difficulty, the words I utter make proper sense to the inhabitants of this world.

Even so, the school director said he couldn't read the letters that were in that spell document.

This is... I mean, like this?

I can use both The Language of the Former World and The Language of the World Over Here.

In contrast, the school director can only use 'the language of the world over here'.

Whether you read or write.

I mean, I speak Japanese normally, but the inhabitants of this world have it in their ears as the language of this world.

But the letters in that spell - only when I read the letters in "Japanese" - I speak as "Japanese"......

That kind of thing, is that okay?

…………

Hmm.

I don't like to think about small difficult things.

However, if I think about it now, I can explain to you that I can normally talk in this world, that for some reason I'm the only one who can read characters that people in this world can't - and I feel like it.

But wait a minute, okay?

Then there is one question.

Then who the hell is the letter of that spell?

"Oh, stop! I can't!"

The school director spread his hands and threw his upper body out to his desk.

"I'm getting a headache with this letter in my eyes. Ah, it's so annoying."

It's annoying......

When the school director woke up, he leaned deeply against the chair.

He has a mixed look of tiredness and giving up.

Phew, and the school director breathed.

"Hey, Crohiko"

"Yes."

"I'm going to ask you a question, assuming you're a 'no malice', 'honest', 'good' person."

I mean, in fact, if I was the enemy or if you were lying to me later, I wouldn't really forgive you anymore. Are you daring to say Conoyalo?

…………

I knew you couldn't eat, this guy.

It's a good example of not judging by appearance.

Well, I can't even think of the benefits of lying.

Do you honestly answer what you can answer?

I'm tired of searching my stomach.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Good luck meeting your expectations. Go ahead, what the hell."

"Okay, I'm going to ask you frankly"

The school director joins hands on the desk again.

Oh, and her eyes narrowed.

"You, who?

"Who, what?

"First of all, the outfit is' not like 'for being from the East"

I drop my gaze on my clothes.

The school director continues.

"But well, you can think of this as coming to St. Renault's Thread and fitting your outfit to this country… Still, though I remember how unusual it is"

I see.

These clothes belong to the world before.

Maybe it looks a little strange to people in this world.

I didn't really feel like Mr. Leeza or the guards cared, so I guess it's not that uncomfortable in this world.

"But... is it okay if I say yes? The pronunciation of the word is much different from that of St. Renounced's Thread or the southern part of the continent where this country is located. Of course, it's not the same as the one in the West or the North...... and it's still not the same as the East that you think is your country of origin. You could read a letter that no one could decipher. Well - so where the hell did you come from?

Hmm... I wonder what we should do here.

Should I be honest with you?

That you're from another world.

Nevertheless, would you believe me?

I can't believe they just flew me from different worlds to this one.

But you wouldn't be a bad liar here either.

Because I know very little about this world.

Assuming I've appropriately tried to fix it, it's probably more likely to be worn out.

Then...... I just have to be honest with you, I don't think I have a choice.

I don't know if you can believe me, but wouldn't it still be better if I told you the truth, if I were to be swept in and muddled by the twist story of the joints?

The dean is waiting for my response.

…………

All right.

In the end, I told the truth as it were.

As a matter of fact, it wasn't like we didn't have a chance at all.

Seems very different to be able to read the letters of that spell document in view of the stories and reactions that have been made.

In other words, it is very likely that it is a language unreadable to humans in this world.

Then I wondered if I could be persuaded to explain that it's a different world - that is, I can read it because it's written in the language of the world I was in.

Regardless, it was no different that it was a dangerous bet like crossing over a single thin string.

"Hmm... from another world, hey"

By the way, when I finish my explanation, even though it's jammed, the school director goes back to thinking mode.

While I'm deciding how to handle it in myself, it feels like something like that.

Well... I might have grabbed it, but for me, you would have explained it very well.

But whether it's the effect of rejuvenation, or because I've been pushed into a situation where there's no escape anymore, since I came to the world over here, I feel incredibly aggressive myself.

Human beings, when they are pushed, sometimes they exert incredible power...... is that exactly the situation now?

The school director turned his gaze on me with his imaginary face.

"First, may I?

"Yes, sir"

"Very lying"

"Yeah, I think so too"

The school director's eyebrows bounced tingly.

"Oh, you're aware, aren't you?

"Well... because I still can't believe what happened to me"

Mr. Makina, facing each other across the desk, stares at me with ruby-colored eyes.

"Hmm."

Its suspicious eyes had a slight mix of light trying to guess something.

"I would have been in another world if I had noticed in the white light, or... it's strange because it seems too lying and vice versa authentic"

"I don't have any more means to prove it, so I'll leave the decision to the dean."

Heh, and the school director put a cheek wand on it.

"Though I like the fact that I don't give a bad boost"

Oh, that feels pretty good?

"One thing, okay?

"Yes."

"Do you have any idea? I mean, like why I've been flown into the world over here."

"Nothing in particular. But..."

"But?"

I was conscious of my handsome face, and I smiled.

"Flying to another world... a man's dream, isn't it?"

"Hoon."

Hoon, so it was flushed.

And it was overwhelmingly uninteresting.

I didn't seem to pass on the man's romance to the school director.

But why......

After all, God failed in his life. He pitied me and gave me a chance to start over, or something?

"Uh, hon."

The school director coughed it up so he could re-divide it.

Cough one up. He's very cute.

"Well, the explanation earlier, the reason you can read the example spell, is that it does have a certain amount of persuasion. If the pronunciation comes from another world, assuming you're involved in some sort of event, you're convinced."

Fixing his posture on the chair, the school director rested his hands on both knees.

Her expression stretching her spine perfectly dwelt on sincere.

"Besides, there are verses that I don't even know about St. Renault's Thread or about this school or, on the contrary, about all sorts of other general knowledge, which would explain it. If you're lying, you're a big actor. Or maybe if we go around being writers, we'll make it."

"... do you believe me?

"In my position, I'm still going to feed the eyes that see people."

Phew, and Mr. Makina smiled small and zero.

The smile was somewhere, as if to mock myself.

"Unlike Leeza, mine isn't the eye that makes use of people, though it's the eye of those who doubt people"

From the standpoint of being a schoolmaster, I guess there's a lot going on.

"Okay."

Mr. Makina nodded lightly.

"Believe me, your story of coming from another world."

"Huh?"

"Believe me, I said. Didn't you hear that?

"No, that's, uh, I don't know... thanks"

Scratch your head as you learn to be confused.

There were a few chances of winning, but I didn't expect you to believe this lightly.

Even if you could have ears to listen to, I thought you'd be asked more root digging leaf digging questions.

Did you still do your job of not making up a baked blade poorly and honestly speaking the way it was......

"Well... well, though it's your treatment in the future"

"Huh?"

At this time...

For the first time today, the school director had a grin and a very nice grin.

And tilting his thin, colored white neck, he smiled, I said.

"Why don't you be a student at this school?