The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

"I've heard the whole story from both of them. It was difficult this time."

"... no"

Being in suspicious darkness on my own, I was just a little out of my shoulder when a story began that was not as obvious as I thought.

"No matter who calls you back without permission, it depends on how surprised you are. I've looked in secret at those suspected of being immediately related, but so far, I don't see anyone with a tail out. … may also be due to too many suspects"

Too many suspects!? What the hell is going on with this royal palace?

But, yeah, have you found anyone who called me back yet?

"If I can, I just want to publicly notify you of your existence and do a more extensive search for a summoner. But unfortunately, as you've heard, the time is now subtle. Even though, where distrust of the witch Ardina is sprouting within the royal palace, if your presence is known, the interior of the royal palace could be heavily bisected. So I want you to hide and live the way you've always been."

Right. It seems that the Aldina-like faction and its rival faction have already secretly shredded their sneeze.

I'm not even going to name myself a witch anymore.

"I don't mind that at all"

"As for your existence, let me stop and lay low. Since the King thinks that the rival faction is easier to see than the faction of Lord Ardina in one way or another, he may, if he learns of your presence, tolerate you to reinstate yourself instead of Lord Ardina."

Geez, I have trouble with that.

"From my point of view, I believe that that would disrupt the balance of forces within the royal palace and would be unfavourable. Since the centralization of power on the King's side was progressing disproportionately yesterday, we need Aldina's forces to hold it back."

... It's been a difficult story.

"You don't have to understand what's going on in the country around here. Either way, here, let's continue to strive to identify the person who summoned you. If it all comes to light, then I promise in the name of this Frahamti that I will return you to the original world. So I need you to be patient for a while now."

"Okay."

If you say so, you just have to snort.

So as for the lurking place, Lady Frahamti went on to say.

"I believe it would be a good idea to continue to be taken care of in the current fixer"

Neither Mr. Ordis nor Lady Otuland seemed surprised by his words. I guess that's what they discussed and decided. An unexpected conclusion for me.

"Anyway, I want you to stay natural. If you hide your presence poorly, you stand out extra. Besides, Ordis immediately seemed to spot you as a halutia, but to be honest, I don't think anyone else would notice you."

Mr. Frahamti still looks half-hearted.

The two fierce men who have noticed me so far are Mr. Ordis and Noel. Mr. Ars is...... well excluded. Mr. Ordis and Noel are the two people who have been in the closest contact with me for the longest time, so maybe it's not strange if you've spotted me out of your pre-existing sight when you look at me.

Well, that's fine.

I'll take care of you at the diner.

Of course I wanted it the most, and I still do.

But I've been listening so far, and I've also been feeling that I can't involve your husbands in the murmur. Because this situation, which has even appeared to the Chancellor and has developed into a major problem by naming the country. I can't believe I didn't let everyone in the fixer know anything and keep taking care of them with my strange face......

(I knew that would be a bad idea)

If, as Lady Frahamti speculated, I was summoned as part of a factional feud in the Royal Palace, I would avoid causing weird trouble to all the fixers in case something happened. When that happens, I wonder if I should get out of the fixer.

"What's up?

Lady Frahamti asked me, silent with a face that did not float.

"No, you know, I can't just not tell your fixer husbands what's going on..."

"Oh, so is that"

Master Frahamti was so convinced.

"I can't even tell you that I'm just a witch, but since I'm a human daughter with an edge (itch) in the royal palace, should I give that fixer an explanation? - Right. Otuland, could you please ask for an explanator?"

"Yes, sir."

Mr. O'Turand, who finally opened his mouth, bowed his head respectfully.

Oh, wait. You and Mr. O'Turand discuss this with your fixer husbands? I don't think that diagram comes to mind at all. A diagram of a national executive sitting on that ancient chair in a fixer. No.

Even Mr. O'Turand would really be a "no kidding" place. Such a small-time job, if they weren't prime ministers, they couldn't have asked for it. Well, nobody in the royal palace can explain the situation, so I guess there's no choice.

Mr. Ordis is watching the interaction between Lady Frahamti and Mr. O'Turand with an unfamiliar face. Fortunately, there is no fire powder coming down on me. But I think Lady Frahamti also saw people properly and elected them.

"That's all for one. It has become a report that does not see any progress for Master Halutia, but I ask you not to be offended. I won't do anything worse than I know what's going on."

"Yes, thank you"

I bowed my head.

It was about three o'clock after noon peak that I returned to the fixer.

At this time, the store is closed due to the preparation time for the night. When I opened the door that lowered the "getting ready" sign with these words, Oddie slipped out of the kitchen.

"Hal? Welcome back, it's been a long time."

"Excuse me, ma'am"

As I stepped into the store with my goodies, I looked back awkwardly. Behind me, an old man in plain clothes - Mr. Otuland - is following me.

No matter how plain it may be, it is clearly the style of Mr. O'Turand himself in tailored clothing, the great man of the country, no matter where he comes from. The discomfort is too intense to be standing in our store.

"Oh, who's behind you?

Of course, soon after I noticed Mr. O'Turand, your grandmother came out of the kitchen wiping her wet hands with an apron. You perceived that it was not a matter of urgency, and your husband also shows up after you.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Berid-Otland. Actually, there's something I want to talk to you two about this Mr. Hulka, and it's up to you to interrupt me from the royal palace. I know you're busy, but could you please give me a moment?"

This serious prick is Mr. Otuland, although he is no longer rude in his greeting to a civilian, who clearly seems to be in his position.

Your husband and your father had been greeted by Mr. Otuland as he turned his eyes black and white, but eventually he turned his gaze toward me. Right, everything's a story, isn't it? But I don't care what you say either.

"Anyway, what's in the store, and if you could come in the back?

As soon as possible, your husband, who regained his mind, invited Mr. O'Turand into the neighbourhood. That's the big black pillar of the family. Not so much for a sudden happening either.

Guided by your husband, we moved into the living room.

Usually the three of us, and sometimes Senna, are at the table where the four of us dine together, and now Mr. O'Turand. No, no, I can no longer just care about the discomfort. Let's split it up.

My grandmother made me some tea, and we finally started talking.

"We apologize for this unexpected visit."

"No, I'm afraid you're here in such a narrow and painful place. So, as soon as possible, we're talking about Mr. Hulka."

Unexpectedly, it was your husband who had just cut the line.

"Yes, in fact, this time I got in touch with a relative that Mr. Hulka was looking for more than before, and I first went to that report. The relative is also a person with an edge (itch) in the royal palace. Someone who saw Mr. Harka entering and leaving the royal palace noticed Mr. Harka."

"Really..."

"Via that person, your relatives have also learned that Mr. Hulka is coming to the King's Capital. I can't talk about your relatives in detail."

Your husband nodded with a strange face.

"Yes, I knew from the beginning that there was something going on with Mr. Hulka."

Well, then you're right, me, it was an unusual way to appear. Besides, your husband saw me in my uniform and thought I was a good lady. It's increasingly too suspicious for a lady to go down. Still, I can't help but thank you again for the depth of your two nostalgia that you accepted.

"This is where it comes from. If it were, Mr. Hulka would have lived under your relatives, but the truth is, there are circumstances that don't. In a nutshell, your house is disturbed. If Mr. Hulka were to turn to your relatives now, he would surely be caught up in that commotion. Mr. Hulka doesn't want that in person. Until all the settlements have been settled and the disturbances have subsided, we want to spend some time hiding ourselves."

Wow, the most important word “witch” doesn't come up, but the big story isn't wrong. Mr. O'Turand and I had a silent image, but that's just how I got up to the heavy town of the Royal Palace, and I'm skillful at speaking.

"I am repeatedly aware that it is a very unsolicited offer, but please, could you please leave Mr. Hulka here for a while now? That's what I'm talking about."

That being said, Mr. O'Turand spread something like a large scarf on the table. When I wonder what it is, I put the bag I brought on top of it.

"Please give us this one. Our sincerity in putting Mr. Hulka down."

Oh, uh! I've got something like that for you!?

This is, I mean, money, right? I often have a bunch of bills stuffed tightly in my duralmin case in movies and stuff, just like that one, right?!?

Your husbands seemed calm behind my back as I peeled my eyes at unexpected developments. He stares at the bag with a serious eye. Wow, it means buying your husbands kindness with money, this. Well, maybe I need one of those souvenirs...

Your husband and your father looked at each other.

My body stifles at two people who aren't even dusty. I knew it was annoying, didn't I? On top of the annoyance, it must be unpleasant to be shown the attitude of trying to solve it with money. It would also be terribly complicated for both of you to be in debt.

No, you can't.

Me, don't shut up, I have to tell you how I feel properly in my own words.

It's not about the plan or anything, it's that I just want to be here.

"- Um, me"

"That's okay, Halka. I know."

Your husband finally laughed slightly at me. To a gentle smile, but my anxiety only solicits.

"Dear Otuland,"

Once again, your husband looked straight at Mr. O'Turand.

"It is an irreplaceable happiness for us and our couple that we have been able to spend until today with Mr. Hulka. I'm sure Mr. Hulka feels the same way about us, I believe. It's a short relationship, but we're bonded. We as a couple value that bond above all else."

So, your husband pushed his bag toward Mr. O'Turand.

"This one is unavailable. We have a bond. We don't need these things. If Mr. Hulka wants to continue spending time with us, we'll be happy to accept it. That's all."

Your husband......!

Not much to be thankful for.

I'm a really happy man. I can't believe I could have taken care of these wonderful people.

"That word hurts a lot."

Mr. O'Turand bowed his head deeply. I'll imitate that, too. It's not just the shape, sincere gratitude.

I can still stay here a little longer.

I want to stay here forever. I want to be on these people's side.

In this other world, I felt so strongly - for the first time in a really long time, it was.