Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Episode 21: Day Two, Over

"This is my house..."

Drop a shady shadow, a two-story wooden house.

"That's right. This is your home."

In my head, I think of a huge mess of maps on the school grounds.

Back gate to the north (by the way, the first forest road I was falling over).

Main entrance to the south (down this hill there is St. Renault's Red Boulevard).

Men's quarters to the west.

Women's quarters to the east.

And the main school building and various in-school facilities are at the center.

So, the miniature haunted mansion I'm going to live in is on the east side of the property - that is, it was built near the women's quarters.

"Originally this was where the carpenters were sleeping when they built the school."

"Really?"

"And even after the completion of the school, they wouldn't have been demolished because they would have used it again during the renovation and repair. But it just wasn't a good idea to be near the girls' quarters, so we ended up creating a place for new carpenters to sleep for those with men's quarters."

Hmm?

It's been a long time since this school was completed, hasn't it?

But when the school was built...

"That was a long time ago, wasn't it? Then I don't think it's strange that this place should be demolished anymore..."

"By then, some wealthy house girls offered to remodel this place to make something like a salon. So the demolition was stopped and it was remodeled."

"Oh, I see"

Maybe he wanted a secret base-like place to get together and waste it.

You admire that especially when you're a student.

Women of different worlds, your nature is apparently similar to that of the previous world.

... It may not be very good information for me.

"But after those girls graduated, nobody used this place anymore. So, well, then it was supposed to be abandoned forever."

"So, is this possible?"

"Yes. So one of these days, we were supposed to demolish it. But while I'm not really getting my hands on it, I'm kind of stretched out."

"I see."

I do.

A pattern that goes out of time and stays that way.

"But I didn't get roughed up inside because I had slammed the doors and windows so no one could get in. Even so, there's nothing in there."

Instead, even if we could just secure a bunk, this should be okay.

I mean, it's lame, but I'm finally gonna get my own house, too.

It's a rental, though.

However,

"Um."

"What could it be?

"That's the women's quarters over there, isn't it?

At the end of my finger is a beautiful three-story dormitory with a hint of light.

"Me, are you okay?

"What? Are you going to sneak in? Or maybe a peek into the bathroom?

"That would make us talk about a different game!

"Huh?

"Oh, no, it's nothing... erm, I mean, you know, even though it's a little far away, isn't it a bad idea that a guy lives near a girl's honey garden...?

"It's okay. I'll keep the girls informed."

"Really?"

"Tomorrow, I'll put up a ticket."

"... a plaque?

"'There are sexually dangerous people living here,' he said."

"Mr. Makina, you actually have it in your roots a lot!?

After doing it and getting on her face, Ms. Makina combed her hair with her hands.

"You don't do that, do you?"

"To?"

"My trust, don't betray me, okay?

…………

Hmm.

That's sloppy......

If they say it that way, I can't say anything anymore.

No, I don't think I'm going to do anything wrong.

"Just futons and blankets for now, around evening, because I carried them. Nothing else, though."

Imagine Mr. Chicko Makina trying so hard to carry the futon over and over.

...... yuck.

Awesome. I adore it.

When Mr. Machina thinks it's for me, she's going to nibble.

... Ha!

Mr. Makina is looking at this one with a cold gaze!?

"I guess it should have been somewhere else."

"Chi, no!

"No? What the hell is the difference?

"I was the school director and I adored him! He said he didn't think about the girls' quarters!

Why do I have to burn?

"No! The school director was" So "and" Adorable "!

"I can't believe you're trying to deceive me with words that don't make sense. You know the extent as a man. Goodbye."

The dean turned away and walked away with Stasta.

"but the school director whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Like a wretched man abandoned by a woman, I reached out to a young girl who was leaving.

…………

No, let's pray now.

I just have to pray, there is.

that the school director - is a tundelle attribute.

And so I opened my door, puffing.

The house was huge.

Maru.

Good night.

... So is it just too easy?

The spacing of the house was like this.

Two rooms on the ground floor.

The room just moments after entering is a room with a simple cooking area, table and chairs.

Behind it, an empty room without a door.

Bath available (small. Enough for two? No faucets. It would mean putting up boiling water).

There is a toilet (this is all new. Glad it's a western bathroom!).

Two rooms upstairs, too.

One is my bedroom (there was a futon and blanket on the bed).

So, the other is an empty room.

And then there's the basement (which was limp, so it seems like it could be used as a safe deposit box for food and stuff?

That's an overview of my castle.

Maybe there used to be bunk beds lined up in empty rooms and basements to see traces of floors and walls.

On top of the futon, by the way, was a set of school uniforms and a silk jacket and trousers, one at a time.

I put the hemp bag in the corner of my room with the clothes I was wearing in the previous world (I actually brought it right!), I took off the clothes I was wearing.

Change into silk clothes (let's put this in bedtime) and get into bed.

Guissy.

"Amen."

…………

Asshole.

What are you doing alone, me?

…………

Starting tomorrow, school life begins...

"... ugh, ugh..."

Uh, no.

Sleepy.

I tried to think about it a lot before I went to bed, but because of all the events I had today, my awesome drowsiness hit me.

... go to sleep.

Just before my consciousness fell, one question arose.

Is that it?

No, me, tomorrow... what time am I supposed to get up?

but I couldn't stand the onslaught of sleepers, and I...

As it was, I fell into a deep sleep.