The GM Has Logged Into A Different World

Fen's definitive determination. When I heard the proclamation of not staying in the Beast Kingdom but returning to Atami, the room quieted down.

The Beast King also stares into Fen's eyes, and Fen also stares back into the Beast King's eyes without turning away again.

Feng's hands are shaking small. I held that hand tightly, and Adele held it the same way.

Fen's tremors then slowly subsided and subsided.

It was the Beast King who broke the silence.

"Right...... ok. I can't force you, I can't do it for your Lord, I can't do it for this country. Fenn, can I ask why? My dumb son has favored you mainly. Tell me why you're convinced, or I'll eat you down."

The Beast King sighed, but snorted reluctantly. Seems like he wanted to wake up with a fair amount of fen at hand.

That would be natural. Anyway, because Fenn is the descendant of the Fenrir tribe that was supposedly lost.

Giving it up is a tough choice even for a beast king.

The same goes for Prince Sirius. If there's no compelling reason, that type won't back down.

I'd like to know why.

It may be wild, but it's more convincing if you put it into words.

What happened to Fenn is a dream Cinderella story from a step away.

A witch who worships the evil gods destroys the organization and flees with her squire into the city of men, returning to the kingdom after a long bend, to be seen by the royal family. It's not a roundabout, but it's a story that girls admire, and it's a development of girl comics and novels that have been common in our world.

Honestly, I'm so glad you chose us. But still, I wanted to hear it.

"Well... the king of beasts... said there was nothing wrong with him."

"Uhm. We'll have whatever the Lord wants"

"But there was something I could never... do..."

Hmm, what the hell is it?

"What can't be achieved?

"Yes...... Hmmm... erm..."

Fenn shakes my hands back and mine and Adele's, which smells like a snack.

"Eh...... right.... Masaki, my brothers..."

"Us?

"Mmm..."

Fen is small, but nods vertically and cuckoo many times. Cute already.

"... uh, Masaki brothers... Adele sister, Yoko sister... Haruka sister not here with Akiha sister, Tatsuma brother. Everyone... my family, even the Beast King... can't prepare it... Me, I've always wanted to be with my Masaki brothers... to Atami... I'm going home"

Feng was so sure and flamboyant that he turned a cute smile on us.

Oh, that's something I can't prepare. Shit, I'm with Gene.

Adele seems to have arrived a long time ago, holding Fenn, and Yoko is crying.

Autumn leaves are also teary-eyed and wiping tears with handkerchiefs. Besides, Haruka and Dragon Horse, who aren't here, also seem to be in the family frame. You're a good boy...... really.

Right, let's go home. Together to Atami. At home.

The Beast King snorted deeply as he quietly closed his eyes, laughing loudly as if it had blown off.

"Huh, ha! Sure, that's all I can't prepare for a scratch! I can't help but say I'll have anything."

The smiling Beast King's face reaches out with a smile that reminds him of his father, not as king, and gently strokes Fen's head with his big hand. The hand feels nostalgic somewhere.

"Very unfortunately, Fenn. The Lord has chosen happiness. Take care of that happiness."

"Ha... yes. Thank you, Beast King..."

Right. Hands like my uncle stroked me when I was little. Is this the father?

"But, Beast King, may I? Sirius, too, but there are a lot of people in Heavy Town who feel so little about her."

"I don't mind, I'll explain to the little ones and my son from Nong. Besides, we can't force Uncle Tow, a nobleman from another country. At last, there is no more troublesome imperial interference, but a bad greed can trigger a war against the people again. That's why I'm Uncle Tow. They'll be staying in our country for a while."

"Uh, yeah. Well, my body's not in the book yet."

I am very tired this time so I want to relax and rest for a while. Honestly, I want to do some sightseeing.

"Then in the meantime, let's hold back the extra interference of the nobles here"

"It helps."

"What, we have to do this?"

Really. This is all I've done to stand out, so there are definitely people out there who move to connect the edges. That's what nobility is, and even if you're an animal man, that's the same thing.

"It's not a good idea to sit around long enough to say you're sick. Uncle Tow, I told them to relax while they were in the castle. If you need anything, tell the maid or the butler to get it ready. Now, if you'll excuse me. Let's go, Caesar."

"Then would you excuse Non? Whoa, yeah. Uncle Tow."

"Yes?"

"I need to talk to you later. About Kouki."

"Huh?

I've secretly dropped a hell of a bomb in "The Tale of Reading".

"I was allowed to listen to the conversation with Parakellus. The date of the conversation will be communicated through the user."

"Now, rest your body slowly."

So Yormungard walked away from the room with a likable grin.

When the Beast Kings leave the room, the thread of tension breaks and the sofa snaps.

"Masaki, are you okay?

"Masaki, yes. Water, please."

"Hey, Masaki. Maybe we should get some rest."

Worried about the Trinity, he calls out. Thank you. Honestly, it's been a long time since I last saw you.

"Right, right. I'm not in the mood yet, and I'm gonna take a little break."

When he receives water from the autumn leaves and drinks it up all at once, he rolls back to bed.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with Master Caesar. Masaki, you need to rest."

"Oh."

Nemear apparently promised Caesar.

Apparently, we're going to Prince Sirius' workout (a sign of his name) together.

It's going to be a great workout. Ultimate or Lunatic, either way, clap hands with Prince Sirius.

Live hard.

I think as I dive into bed, closing my eyes.

Kouki. Two thousand years ago. An otherworlder... It's hard to say that it was the same guy who manipulated the Empire from behind and was also a leap in the Beast Kingdom. What the hell do you think you're doing this for?

Desperate for this chaotic world that kidnapped us and used us as tools of war?

Or because you want to go back to the original world at all costs?

There won't be a line that feels like a game like a 'superalloy' pilot......... I can't help thinking.

When I was thinking, my eyes began to blink gradually. Hmm?

Feng's little hand is holding my hand and singing a song I miss.

As I listened still, my somnolence gradually engulfed my body.

While I was feeling nostalgic, the beautiful, gentle singing invited me straight into the world of sleep.

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"I fell asleep..."

Feng let go of his hand gently from Masaki, who was resting.

"But you were a brilliant singer"

"Right. I think Fenn is a talented singer."

"Awesome! Feng, feng! Sing me something else!

"Hey... Hey Alice. Masaki Oh brother... I just slept... be quiet"

"Ah... Omen"

Praised by Adele and Yoko, he smiled joyfully as he fenned up the exciting Alice.

"But Feng, that singing sounds so familiar..."

"Ah...... yes. Um, tell your sister Tsukasa... I got it. He said he had the qualities of a song... he said..."

"You're the boss. That makes sense. I've heard that song in the city, but it's amazing... and I never thought I'd hear that song in this world."

The autumn leaves nod as convinced. Earlier, the song Feng sang to Masaki was a movie song about a castle in the sky.

The boss listened to Feng's voice and said he had come to Ping, and when he saw Masaki's spare time while he was sleeping, he taught Feng a song.

One of my favorite things about Fenn is this song about his family being sung.

Feng sang in a small voice so that Masaki could sleep easily and not interfere with drowsiness. Towards an important family.

Family. That's what Fen yearned for and wanted.

The Uroboros denomination, which was said to be a cult, was not spent avoiding the eyes from day to day, but secretly guarded the denominational teachings so that they did not blend into the people and look unnatural.

Apart from prayer time, Fenn secretly enjoyed reading the book that Nemear, your accompaniment, had bought and watching the people of the town secretly from the window.

Feng was seen by the city's people as a courtesan deposited in a local church, secretly gaining popularity with his dazzling expression, eye-catching silver hair and somewhere eye-catching appearance.

At the end of Feng's gaze, he was always good for bringing parents and children.

Feng doesn't know the face of his parents brothers. Because by the time I got my mind on it, I was already in this denomination, and I was worshipped as a witch.

I doubt it and ask the people of the Order, apparently it was Feng who was left alone in the abandoned house in a war-torn village.

One of the Uroboros congregations, who was on a pilgrimage through Fenn, survived alone, found him and brought him to this church.

Parents, I wonder what it's like to say brothers plush. Speaking of family, the feeling of what it was like was born into Feng's mind.

The thought solicited every time Fen grew up, how long he became free and wanted to have a family.

Feng thought as young as he could know what his family was called.

I want to go outside, but that's no match.

The Archbishop of the Uroboros Church said with a smile that it was something you should not want. Feng, sensitive to people's malice, was feeling the malice in that smile.

One day, after prayer, Fenn asked years of questions for the Archbishop, who was storing a long beard.

"Oh, um... Archbishop"

"Witch, what's wrong?

"If... but... if I... go outside... what happens?

"... right. As far as we're concerned, it's very painful, but at least let me cut the tendons off your legs and seal your movements. And if you need someone who guides you, it's a disposition of itself. If it's in the organization, if it's the neck, if it's the outside... everything that has to do with it will be unhappy. So don't even think about it. I want to avoid harming the witch with us."

The archbishop answered Fenn's question, pale with a sticky smile, not making him feel any warmth, and proclaimed his proclamation without a day.

Fen shook his body at the words and said, "Now, if you'll excuse me," all he could do was drop off the archbishop's back turning his back on himself.

Fen felt a tingle that the Archbishop meant it.

At least (...) this is it. If you become more than that, you will of course be punished by more people than that. That archbishop would not hesitate to kill in front of himself, but would likely show it the other way around.

From that day on, Fenn gave up any desire to go out and have a family.

The gaze on the outside also changed from admiration to giving up and objectifying, and the accompanying Nemear could only look at it.

Where I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in a bird in a cage like this, the raid of mysterious beings.

Feng had the whole city wrapped up in a sea of fire when she woke up in the middle of the night with a heartbeat.

The room with the fen is also neat, but smoke is standing in, and the fireman observes that it extends to the church.

"Witch! Will you wake up!?

"Yes... I'm awake..."

"Excuse me!

Nemear, who came into the room in a panic, wet his clergy clothes in blood and had cuts everywhere.

"Uncle Nemear... Blood...!

"No problem. This is all returning blood."

"Returning blood...... What the hell..."

"It's some kind of raid. Now there are those who can fight, but many are passive. Their purpose is like a witch, your wife. Get ready to run now."

"But... but if I run away... the Archbishop..."

"... Archbishop, but he's dead in their hands."

"Huh...?

Fenn is shocked by the fact that the creepy man with that chunk of smile is dead.

The Archbishop is the premier user of magic among the Dark Elves, the one who was driven out of the Dark Elves as guilty of worshipping contraindicated magic and the Evil Dragon Uroboros.

The Archbishop is the most magically competent of the existing Uroboros denominations.

That's enough to easily defeat Nemear.

Fenn was shocked by the fact that such an archbishop was murdered, but in the words of the next Nemear, it also fits right in.

"Now, now, you can go outside. Let's get out of here, witch. To the outside world you wanted."

"Outside..."

Feng looks out unexpectedly.

A city surrounded by a sea of firehands, but the suburbs have not yet reached the fire.

And beyond that, a vast forest is spreading. That's the freedom Fenn wanted awaits.

Fenn was not lost.

Taking Nemear's hand, he takes up the fen and runs through the passage, which is being wrapped in a firehand at first sight.

On that road, he also encounters an animal man in what appears to be a bird chaser and an undead whose flesh has turned and whose bones have been exposed, shattered by the blow of Nemear's kicking moves. Keeping Fenn in his arms, Nemear ran through the burning city and vanished into the depressed and lush woods.

Then Fenn and Nemear decided to travel together.

Nemear knows that Fenn's family is dead, but he thinks his relatives might be alive, searching and visiting the Silver Wolves.

But I'll ask inside, but Feng's relatives consisted of watching. On the contrary, he was even told that he was not a Silver Wolf.

Fen's fur is close to silver, but he says it's actually silver.

Such a rare species had never even been seen by the head of the Silver Wolf clan, and he told Nemear to take care of it, sending Fenn a child-sized travel robe as a sort and a made-up garment with a magical effect.

It is unclear why he had such a thing.

As the journey continued, the distance between Nemear and Fenn gradually became shorter and Nemear gradually accompanied, changing from an attitude like that of a relative's uncle, and a definite bond was formed between the two.

But ruthlessly, the demon hands of the raiders strike at the fens.

Nemear and Fenn are hunted down by the impending undead, and by the darkness of their fellow tasters.

Luckily, I found an Imperial ship and jumped in where I was looking for a caution stick.

The chaser can't go that far either, and Feng and the others escape to the Empire to meet Masaki and the others.

Feng's first impression of Masaki was that he was a very popular brother. That's amazing, too.

Even though the magic of recovery would only be a fortune, Masaki had spared no effort in using it to help those wounded in the war. It is also an enemy of the Empire.

Old men, children and soldiers, at the end of the day, had even healed the wounds of a surviving general.

The empire was doomed, and we invited ourselves who were in trouble to where we were going into our own territory, giving us even work.

The maid's job was difficult, but she was praised by a maid director who imitated the care she received and always seemed to sleep when she was carefully cleaning herself.

Feng had never been praised before and was praised for the first time in his work, tickled but happy. I start to taste the reality that this is normal.

Freedom of petition.

When the days of tranquillity lasted, I was only beginning to have the dream of a family that I had given up again.

Afterwards, there were various excessive twists and turns, detached by the influence of a magic storm (gusto) on the way to the Beast Kingdom, where the three of us traveled together, including Masaki, Akiba and Levia, and Alice and Feng, whom we met along the way, and we all had more friendly meals.

Through a small window, but still a happy time for Fen.

But happiness for Feng was born even more as he traveled.

Masaki gave me a serious answer to the true meaning of Feng's "I want a family”.

The only family I ever admired, not a lying or false family, a family with no blood connection but feelings connected.

Feng was still happy enough.

So I also declined the invitation of the king of beasts, the king. You can call it a royal family, but it can also cost you a family called the Tow House. That was unbearable to Feng.

The Beast King understood it too, and laughed aloud that his hope could not be fulfilled, and recognized it.

The Beast King was about to lose his family again. I know how you feel painfully well.

Feng, because she never wanted to miss this happiness again, squeezed the hands of an important family sleeping, and Feng had a tender grin.