The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

Well, it was me who had gotten completely meticulous with previous stories, but Mr. Ordis also gave me a certain "amulet" that he just didn't feel it was a good idea to keep throwing.

Beautiful stone bracelet.

Even in the original world, there was something like this. Is that a powerstone? Exactly.

I put it on my left arm and tried to put my hands around it to expose it to the sunlight. A stone that is almost transparent but emits a beautiful glow like gold and purple were all around.

... It seems kind of expensive, but is it okay for the average person me to wear it?

To summon my concern, Mr. Ordis tells me to keep my skin on. If there is imminent danger to me, this bracelet will react and inform Mr. Ordis immediately. Speaking of which, did they make you wear something similar in your witch days? No, the one called magic is too convenient. I think once again that it should be restored to the world more widely.

It was when I thought that was hard.

An unexpectedly violent knock brought me and Mr. Ordis' consciousness back to the spot.

"Master Ordis, I'm coming in. Yo!

Without getting her hair in, the voice of a healthy woman continues.

And the door opened shortly after this one replied.

Beyond the door, a young woman felt a little older than me was royal. Big eyes with slightly softer looking honey-colored hair. The first impression was that she was like a cat.

"Damn it, if you come with Master Ordis! I can't believe I brought in such a young daughter to tie the boundaries of my refusal to break into the room. What the hell are you thinking?

The woman ate Mr. Ordis for saying things like a mother blaming her child for pranks.

... or, at some point, you were straining the line of rejection of intrusion, Mr. Ordis.

"Luna, don't go in without saying no."

"Because we're hungry!

Nor did Mr. Ordis show any fright in his bottom-cold voice, and the woman known as Luna ran out of words. We “..." Ah, I saw a bunch of fellow magicians sneaking up on the room behind Mr. Luna.

"Lunch here is our pleasure every two days, isn't it? I can't believe you two are isolating yourself in the Chamber together until your lunch box! At least don't worry about the cage with the lunch box enough to put it in the hallway and then tie the line!

With that said, Mr. Luna rushed over to the lunch box. And hold the cage up like it matters, as if you found my son who went and said goodbye.

"... yes, ma'am, I'm alone with this guy, okay?

As I recall unexpectedly, Mr. Luna asked me that.

It's second to lunch as much as I'd like, but it seems to show me who I am at first.

"Yes. Dear Mr. Ordis, I asked you to consult me on your life..."

"Is it a life consultation!

Mr. Luna opened her big eyes even wider.

"Ma'am, I don't know what to say, but I told you to make a big mistake with the person you're talking to."

"Ha..."

I guess.

"If we talk about life, yes, hey, is the best thing about our sorcerers about Corey there? But that Cory is also the end of a late spring visit, and I don't care who blows a life consultation around these days, which means that if you want proper advice, you should talk to a magician."

There was no retraction, and Mr. Luna spoke well. He's a funny guy.

"Enough, Luna. Take that lunch and go where?"

Mr. Ordis seemed troublesome and did the trick of getting rid of Mr. Luna.

Yes, yes, and Luna's reply is a light one. It was surprising to me that someone appropriately approached Mr. Ordis so far. Through funny, no longer awesome.

"Then, as you said, I'll be excused. Your daughter, too, won't say anything bad, so you'd better get away from that magician. If you really set the line, I'm not going to break it after ten years."

"Yes. I will."

Seems just like Mr. Luna is the only one who can say this off the hook.

While the other magicians observed this situation far away, they did not attempt to pinch a single incision. It just makes my eyes black and white on Mr. Luna's free-flowing words and actions. Even I don't have the courage to slap Mr. Ordis lightly, so I know exactly what it's like to be dyed by their fears.

"Absolutely, my little girls are always troublesome."

Mr. Ordis stood up, teasing remarks like a dead grandfather in his thirties.

Okay, let's move.

"Uh, where to?

"I would have told you. Thinking about your future gestures."

And Mr. Ordis grabbed my arm tightly.

As soon as I got there, the view in front of me, it turned dark.

"Ugh, uhh..."

The next time my vision was set, I was sitting in a completely different space than earlier.

My body shakes, but I step on it somehow. I also felt seasick.

Looking around somehow, it was a luxuriously made room that was unusual to hit with the institute.

Exquisite patterns are written on the heavens and the walls, and the colors are gorgeous. Not very spacious, no furniture, etc. It felt like it was in the heart of the royal palace, between refrains.

Apparently, Mr. Ordis used metastatic magic.

It is supposed to be the summoner who maintains the magic of the metastasis, but the system of the technique is originally the same, so if you are a skilled magician like Mr. Ordis, it seems that summoning also belongs to your hand to some extent.

But I can't wait for you to take me on the road. Originally, magic was considered highly advanced and difficult to perform in such a way as to affect the interior of the human body. For example, metamorphotic magic, transformative magic, rejuvenating magic, etc., like now. It is also difficult for those who exercise the technique, but the recipient of the technique is also overburdened. I was just hoping to get you to walk around if possible......

"Finally here, Ordis"

A squeaky voice echoed into the room, and I looked back with Mr. Ordis.

Standing right behind us was an old man rich in white mustaches.

"Mr. Otuland."

I called the name as I blinked my eyes and my tits.

"Long time no see, Master Halutia"

I still couldn't help but marvel as I watched my head sincerely drool.

Mr. O'Turand is the other guardian of my witchcraft.

One of the guardians, the summoner Luno, was quite a freak, so Mr. Otuland, who is in a serious and decent position, was essentially taking care of me. I see. The more I leave it to this person, the more I can say, the more people who work on everything exactly. Sturdy in a different way than Noel, I can be a little bad about this guy.

Oh, but yes, did Mr. Ordis' chosen "trustworthy person" mean Mr. O'Turand? Sure, I think it's an easy and reliable candidate.

"It seems that Harutia has not changed."

A completely unusual line of coloring to say to me.

I stuck it in my heart, and then I told myself, no, no, this is Mr. O'Turand. This guy is like a serious walker in clothes. There's no way that someone who doesn't know how to handle it can tell you how disgusted they are.

"Lord O'Turand, I apologize for the delay. Are you ready?

"Hmm. We're already waiting for you."

Uh, uh, what? What's about to start?

"All right, Halutia, let's go"

Ahead of Master Ordis pointing with his jaw, a splendid double-open door.

Is it really someone who is in the room ahead, not during this refrain or Mr. O'Turand?

"Lady Frahamti, I beg your pardon"

Who is Lady Frahamti? It sounds familiar because it's an awesome name.

He noticed me with a subtle look, Mr. Ordis sneaking up on me saying, "It's the prime minister of this country". Oh, Master Frahamti, the Chancellor. If you ask me that, I must have seen you several times during your witchcraft. Although I can say that I have little face-to-face knowledge because I was to some extent present at some important festival.

With me, I understand that the prime minister of the country is a super important person. Simply put, I think it's okay to recognize that the king entrusted me with politics as the top person...

Top of the country......

Why did this happen when no one knew and wanted to go home quietly?

But you can't just turn your heels back and walk away now.

The door has been opened.

Moving on. Looking at Mr Ordis and Mr Otuland's back, I will also observe and follow.

Wow, that's an awesome room that looks like it's flashy about ten times between the current refrains. The tiles on each polished floor are going to reflect the contents of my skirt. I'm not sure. An object is placed on the wall, but what the hell is that supposed to be?

"Are you here?"

A low, quiet voice welcomed us in.

Peeping through the gaps in the men going forward, it caught my eye that a middle-aged man was working on a desk that was so heavy that he couldn't beat the decoration of the room. Although older than Mr Ordis, a little younger than Mr O'Turand. Thin eyes that look nervous on the golden hair where the white stuff started to stand out. Because I wasn't very impressed at the time either, I didn't actually pin it when I saw Lady Frahamti and I did it like this. There were a lot of uncles like this.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Master Frahamti"

"Good. No need for tough greetings, let's get down to business"

He's totally paid for it, and seems ready for Lady Frahamti.

Speaking of which, I don't know how to behave to the unfamiliar Chancellor, so I decided to keep my mouth shut while I watched Mr. Ordis and the others.

"Well, long time no see, Master Halutia"

And all of a sudden I've been talking to you, so the operation to shut up and watch how things go ended quickly.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Master Frahamti"

The courtesy beaten between witches has already almost forgotten. I summoned all the memories that got stuck in the back of my head and managed to fall back and say hello like that.

"Also, the atmosphere seems to have changed a lot."

Grr.

"You haven't changed," he flattered clearly, but it's not very interesting to point out that he's "changed." The maiden mind is complicated.

"… not in the shadow, but for once, I meant to be in person"

"Even so. Otherwise, Ordis would have spotted it first."

In the meantime, I sent my gaze to Mr. Ordis next door.

But he remains shimmering forward, showing an attitude that he hasn't noticed my gaze. Meanwhile, the opposite neighbor, Mr. Otuland, also remains solidified by all that he says is absurd, such as opening his mouth without the permission of the Prime Minister.

Ugh, it's kind of heavy air.

Lady Frahamti herself doesn't seem to believe much about me in person. Maybe I have to "try to believe" that Ordis says it's the person from the rest of the cuss, of the magic in me...... Sure, there's no evidence anywhere, and there's no choice.

Conversely, can I believe in these people?

Suddenly that thought came to my mind.

Both Mr Ordis and Mr Otuland have known each other well since that time. So I thought it was something I could trust unconditionally, but I was taking Lady Frahamti's cold gaze, and my head was suddenly getting cold.

... No, no, it's okay, it's okay.

If, for example, Mr. Ordis had summoned me, he would not be doing such a roundabout and would have just captured it and achieved his purpose. I won't because even for him my appearance must have been water in his sleeping ear. If you don't think so, you can't do it. Shit.

Which way do I have no other choice?

Other than just pushing straight ahead like this.