The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

I was in Mr. Cannon's room with Faraes.

Mr. Cannon lives in a Knights dorm, but the room is very dirty.

That's why we're going to clean this room.

"Well, in the meantime, let's put some trash in it"

I put all sorts of things in a bag from a pile of garbage.

Really, a lot of garbage.

"This is how you lived well..."

"Well..."

To my words, Mr. Cannon returns a bitter laugh.

For once, I'm conscious, so I might say I haven't. No, I'm conscious and dirty, so I can also assume they're worse off.

"Yeah? This is..."

So, I got something.

It's like a black cloth. My thoughts stop for a few seconds.

"Oh, those are my pants..."

"Huh?"

That seems to be Mr. Cannon's underwear.

Surprisingly, I'm about to let go of my hand.

I also thought it would be rude to keep it.

"Oh, wait, Mr. Slade"

"What?"

But I'm gonna hold my hand.

Because Mr. Cannon has been saying that.

"I'll take that, don't drop it"

"Huh? Oh, yes..."

"So could you put me in this box over here?

"Wow, I get it"

Apparently, Mr. Cannon is going to take this underwear.

It was buried in a pile of garbage, but is it really okay?

But that's what I'm gonna ask, so I'm gonna move on to the box for now. Getting there is also quite difficult.

"Slade, what's wrong...... hey?

"Ah..."

So Faraes, who was working in the back, came here.

I currently have Mr. Cannon's underwear in my hand. I mean, Faraes would be surprised by a lot of things, too.

"Hey, what have you got, you..."

"Yes, no, this is..."

It's my underwear.

Mr Cannon clearly told the facts to the bewildered Faraes.

To the word, Faraes also turns his eyes round.

"And underwear..."

"My pants"

"No, please don't let Slade have that"

"'Cause, Slade, you took it."

To Faraes' words, Mr Cannon replied so.

They can't resist letting me hold my underwear at all.

I wonder if that makes me wonder.

"Mr. Cannon, please be a little more ashamed. Slade is a man."

"It's okay. I haven't worn that underwear much. Well, I don't think I've seen it in a while."

"In that kind of problem... aren't you wearing it?

So Faraes stopped talking.

Somehow, I feel like you're thinking the same thing as me.

"Mr. Cannon, you're taking this with you when you move, right?

"Yes, it is."

"But you're not wearing it, are you? That, too, is quite..."

"Well, yeah."

"Then why don't you throw it away?

After all, Faraes seemed to think the same thing about me.

I also thought it was strange that it was buried in a pile of garbage, but if you're not wearing it, doesn't it make much sense to take this underwear?

"No, it's a waste, isn't it?

"And it was buried in this garbage, wasn't it? If it's decent underwear, it should be in that tank for once."

"As it is, well, yes... I might wear it someday"

To Faraes' words, Mr Cannon argues so.

Apparently, he doesn't want to throw this underwear away because it's a waste.

"Yeah?"

"Slade, what's going on?

"No, this"

So I noticed.

That there's something on that underwear.

If you look closely, that's like a tag on a product.

That fact raises doubts about me and Faraes.

"Mr. Cannon, maybe you've never worn this underwear?

"Huh? Yeah... I guess so."

Again, Mr. Cannon doesn't seem to have used this underwear once.

So, was it behind the garbage?

"Then you don't have to."

"... Yes"

To Faraes' words, Mr. Cannon nodded slowly.

Apparently, it broke.

"Ah, Mr. Cannon is not at all..."

"Fa, Faraes, I'm sorry..."

"I don't mind..."

Faraes sighs, as Mr. Cannon frightened him.

To the boulder, did you not want to see someone who respected you like this?

I hope this doesn't lead to disappointment with Mr. Cannon, etc.

"But think about it, you've been like this for a long time..."

"Huh?"

"My memory was beautified, but Mr. Cannon has always been like this..."

"Oh, I wonder if I did..."

But Mr. Cannon seems to have been like this for a long time.

Maybe it was because of this personality that I made Faraes, who was pointy, like he is now.

"Yeah?"

So Faraes raised his voice.

The gaze is toward the floor. Apparently, we found something.

That's why I'm going to look around there, too.

"Is this... a liquor bottle?

"Oh, I see."

"Oh, that's..."

What was there was a liquor bottle.

If you look closely, there are plenty of liquor bottles around.

"Maybe, Mr. Cannon, you like alcohol?

"Uh, sort of..."

That is what Ms Cannon replied to Faraes' question.

It's just that reaction that makes me uncomfortable. It's kind of an awkward response.

If there was nothing behind it, I wouldn't react like that.

"Is there something?

"Yes, no, it's nothing..."

"Is that true?

So Faraes uttered those words.

Again, Faraes seemed uncomfortable with the reaction as well.

"No, the... I got sick, so I met alcohol..."

"Meet alcohol..."

"So I knew I could distract you a lot..."

"Understand?

"... roughly one bottle every day..."

Apparently, Mr. Cannon is into alcohol as much as he drinks every day.

That's a sad reason to get sick.

For this reason, it is something that cannot be said very strongly.

"Mr. Cannon, you can't rely on alcohol."

"Ugh..."

Still, that's what Faraes said.

Probably thinking of Mr. Cannon.

"From now on, don't drink so much."

"Yeah, right..."

To Faraes' words, Mr. Cannon smiles.

I'm sure you conveyed that feeling.

Now, Mr. Cannon should be able to drink alcohol with moderation from now on.

"By the way, Slade, can you drink?

"Huh?"

So Mr. Cannon spoke to me.

The question is whether I can drink.

"Not really, you've never had a drink"

"Are you old enough to drink?

"Yeah, it's just been twenty this year,"

In this country, or in this world, you are not supposed to be able to drink alcohol until you are twenty.

That's why I can drink.

By the way, I've only had a few drinks left by the masters. At that time, I was just a little drunk, but it was a really small amount, so I don't know what would happen.

"Well, let's have a drink together next time."

"Yeah..."

Apparently, Mr. Cannon was looking for someone to drink with.

Then I'll try my best.

"Well, can you drink Slade... nice"

To that conversation, Faraes has said so.

Speaking of which, Faraes is only one year younger than me.

Because of this, you cannot drink alcohol.

"... Slade, what were you thinking now?

"Oh, no..."

That's what Faraes has said, seeing through my heart like that.

Faraes is so grown-up that he doesn't think he's younger that he forgets. I want your forgiveness.

"Well, Faraes means next year, right?

"Ah, yes..."

We kept cleaning up while we had that conversation.