Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

The bandit horse took me, and what I came to was a village without any strange philosophy. It's already sundown and it's dark around, so not many villagers are out there.

Oh, no. Now you're going to attack a different village? And it was me on the alert, but a villager watching over the fire, when he saw the skinhead, he said, "Welcome back," "Thank you for your hard work! 'Cause he talks like," Apparently, it's a bandit village.

The skinhead bandit line, when he reached the village and unloaded the load, gathered together four bandit-like executives at the village chief grandfather's house. For some reason, they're bringing me in, too. By the way, me, still tied up. It would do anything to a young child. This is exactly where the ghost works! No, it's a bandit business.

The village chief grandfather, probably like he's been asleep before, has often let his eyes come. It felt like a kind of favorite. And yet I'm afraid he's the village chief of the bandit village.

"Village chief, a merchant carriage caught my eye on the way home from the hunt, so I tried robbing it, but it screwed up. The carriage that was attacked was related to the Rainforest nobility. There was also Uncle Rainforest's family crest in the shipment, and the carriage owner's merchant had yellow-green eyes on his black hair. Definitely."

He reported it to the village chief as the skin head made his scary face even more serious, and opened the liquor-like beverage in front of him.

You mean Mr. Claude with black hair and yellow and green eyes?

The village chief reacted with a voice that seemed to disappear when he sipped something like tea at a sigh of relief.

Mr. Mayor, are you okay? Are you sure you're the boss of Bandit Village? Even though he's not dead now.

"The shipment isn't a lot, and I wish I hadn't gotten my hands on it, but the younger one didn't hunt well and got ahead of me. Well, I don't think so, but maybe Uncle Rainforest will send us a bandit crusader."

Then the village chief heard a fine voice called "hee".

I think I'm probably very surprised because the eyes I used to have until just now are open. Probably.

"Well, don't worry, I'm not going to bother you here. Either way, we were gonna go somewhere else soon, so we're gonna leave. I'm sorry, but I might bring some cheerful ones from the village, but it doesn't matter, does it?

Guillaume. Skinhead stares at the village chief as Guillaume for confirmation. Oh, take care of the old man!

"Hey, I'm sorry."

I heard the village chief's voice about to disappear now and somehow understood the relationship between up and down. Looks like the village chief in Bandit Village isn't necessarily the bandit boss.

Don't make him so flirtatious, be nice to your grandfather! And be nice to the child (me)!

"By the way, I stand in the middle of the night. When it gets brighter, the spirits might grab you."

Grandpa nodded and walked out of the house. They're going to speak to the villagers.

"By the way, parent. Why did you bring him here?

Of the monkey face that roped us, someone whose name was definitely Kwamal pointed at me.

Mr. Salfac, that's an odd encounter. I've just been thinking about it, too.

"Hey, this guy, he's not sure what to do."

So the skinhead put his hand on his chin and put his neck up.

"If I were a boy, I'd give it to him... because there's a guy I know who wants manpower... because he's a woman. It's a whorehouse that's good for you, but I don't know what this guy looks like, not bad, but not good either... you don't have flowers. You look like a dead frog."

Become! And be rude!

But I want to avoid going to the whorehouse one way or the other. I don't experience that in my previous life, and I get a little carried away. You might want to do it with your frog dead eyes like this. Well, I didn't mean to have those eyes...

"But hey, parent. The owner of that carriage was quite obsessed, wasn't he? Maybe the face of this hand is popular over there."

A monkey with a slightly inferior laugh to hehe.

Hey, don't be extra indulgent, you monkey!

"Hmm. I don't know about that."

That's how skinhead parents gaze at me and Guillotine. Don't let the monkey touch you, my dear!

I kept my eyes peeled as I encountered wildlife. With eyes like a frog dead.

"Sure, I'm caught up in that merchant reaction, too... What the hell can you do?... No way, you're a wizard?

This question again? I feel like they ask me every time I come to something new already.

Should I paste a piece of paper around my chest that says, 'I'm not a wizard'? Yeah?

and strong in my heart, but I can't say that. Because they're skinheads.

I stay tied up and correct my posture.

I don't know what to do, what a best answer.

So far the only route shown to me is the whorehouse route. I want to go the other route, so maybe I should show you something else that's better than what it's worth as a woman.

"I can't use magic, but I can do arithmetic. You can also read more letters. I also remember things well!

I lost it a little bit at first. Because they're surrounded by such a clingy bunch. I don't think compression interviews are a good idea!

The skinhead parent, well, doesn't dress like such a servant if magic can be used, crushes and looks a little thoughtful.

"But, letters in arithmetic? How could you do that?

"I was taking a class with the Mansion boy!

"Hmmm.... then you're going to be able to buy high at Bash's"

Bash? Is that a person's name? I wonder what the hell happens when they buy it out there.

"Um, what do I do when it's going to be sold to Mr. Bash?

I squeezed my courage and asked the question, and the skinhead is ahem? looking down at me in the face saying,

"Ask Bash after they sell that"

You said that.

Hey, hey, do I need to be scared of my face every time I talk to you? I'm only 6 years old. This guy is as scary as he looks.

He's a lousy, bad mouth transfer student, but I'd actually like to ask for something unexpected enough to pick up a discarded cat and turn a gentle smile on him.

There was a bash door opening when I was stuck in my skinhead, and something long yelled into the room.

"Hey -! What do you mean we leave today!? Me, I'm just busy treating villagers who got hurt because of you guys getting busy!!

I thought you spoke in a unique way. He is twisting and waving his hips and pinning his pinky fingers as he talks. Even though the voice is clearly that of a man, it sounds like he failed to try to make a tall voice.

"Co, a coke. Don't be mad at me like that, it's a little cut, isn't it? Well, sit down."

"Don't make me look like a cutter fool! It's hard if you don't take care of it properly. Ah, already! Besides, you called me Koo!

No heart or skinhead, but his... hers? I see a flicker in my appearance.

him? is stretching his red-brown hair as long as a woman only on her collar and feet, and knitting and flushing it on Mizuami. She, no, him? twisting his body for some reason every time he moves, walking with his pinky fingers up tightly. The outfit is a perfect navel, like it's made of animal skin, and on the vest of the look. This was another perfect trouser, and he was the most bizarre person I ever met when I was born into this world.

I know words that reveal these people. He's, probably, Oneh. It's the Onei Bandit.