The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

The rain keeps falling hard.

I looked out the window blindly.

No, there may be a story about watching. With his unfocused eyes, he was just sending his gaze out the window.

I wonder what Master Frahamti is hiding.

(e.g. - Summoner, or something?

No, no, no.

No way, and I want to laugh with my nose.

The too silly speculation that comes to mind of me.

But my cheeks just pulled and it didn't seem easy to laugh.

Although that was certainly an idea with no thumping, the more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed to be an assumption.

Maybe Master Frahamti has already narrowed down the culprit.

I know, but I keep pretending I still can't find it in front of me.

If so, for what? Why are you not telling me the culprit of the summons and pretending to be a stranger?

(Too much thought...... I'd like to think so)

Unwilling assumptions are not good. I try to tell myself so, but the suspicion that I was born once does not undo, twitching and spreading to my chest.

Then should we not leave it at random assumptions?

To the person - to Lady Frahamti, how about checking?

Would it be too risky?

If you really knew who the subpoena was and you were lying down on me, I don't think you'd honestly confess to me when I questioned you.

But keep your mouth shut and grown up, and what the hell will change?

(After all, let's ask Master Frahamti)

I don't need to show a bare gesture like I suspect all of a sudden.

Simply, just let me know what's going on. Let's ask him how he's looking for the killer. If you could explain the current situation, as you did once before, you might find a surprisingly very convincing reason.

If so, we need to meet Mr. Ordis first and have him catch up with Lady Frahamti. We need to get Mr. Ordis somehow when we make lunch deliveries to the magic lab.

I sank myself into bed with a shrimp.

Blurry view over the high heavens.

With endless suspicion, the unspeakable anxiety at the bottom swept a vortex in me.

Then for a few days, the rain continued to fall even though it was small.

If the weather keeps not refreshing, I don't feel good either.

Still, work is work. When I packed my lunch box into the cage as usual, I set off for the royal palace.

I didn't see Mr. Ordis at the Sorcery Institute.

According to Luna's story, there seems to be a heap of work to be done regarding the heavy rainfall damage in the region the other day. Mr. Ordis will not be able to show his face to the lab for some time now because he is being chased by your response.

"Hey, it was really hard at the end of the embankment. That's it, I don't usually come around for the opportunity to use magic, so I've been doing my best for a long time, and I'm no longer in a state of 'I don't want to see nuts for a while' like a little bird who ate too much nuts."

Ms Luna shrugged her shoulders for good, while forcefully explaining how difficult the work of reinforcing the decisive embankment was.

"It's a nasty analogy to be a little bird."

Even as Mr. Corey removes his lunch box from the cage, he raises his voice as if he were frightened.

"You can't get tired of eating how much Luna ate."

"Rude! I mean, you want me to eat that lunch for Corey, too, is that what you're saying?

"Fair enough. You're both really tired this time"

It may be because Senna hasn't come to lunch delivery in a while. She says she's not feeling well, so I keep taking delivery. As far as I'm concerned, I just want you to keep delivering as much as you can to get Mr. Ordis...

"But that's it. The distortion of the" temper "has finally begun to affect the natural world."

Mr. Corey muttered so with a strange face as he handed Luna his lunch.

"Corey."

Mr. Corey, whose name was called so that Mr. Luna could hold his tongue, kept his mouth shut.

"Ah... sorry. I ran weird in front of Harka."

The matter of 'temperatures' being slightly distorted should be on the ground. I guess you can't make me, the average person, listen, of course - though.

Don't listen to the line right now.

"Um, now, what does that mean? Are you saying that this heavy rain has something to do with 'pulse' distortion?

"Uh, no."

"Ma'am, this is what happens because we're always talking about extra things, Corey.... Sometimes, Mr. Hulka, you already seem to know about the distortion of the 'temperatures'?

Luna, who turned her frivolous eyes to Mr. Corey, took over the story on his behalf in an attempt to delude him.

"Oh, yes, there's a situation, Mr. Ordis told me. He said it was unexplained and that the 'pulse' had been distorted for nearly a year."

"Oh, Master Ordis. Hopefully, I'm very concerned about the whole situation, but if you stick your neck in it, even Master Ordis' hammer must be swung down its neck, so let's not touch it there. But anyway, you're right that there's distortion in the flow of Qi."

"I also heard that if the 'temper' stays distorted, something terrible will happen..."

"Yeah, so inherently, 'temperatures' distortions shouldn't be seen. But it is believed that abnormal weather, like this heavy rain, has been caused because time is passing without being able to correct the distortion."

No way, that's what this rain means...

"Few people still notice distortions in the 'temper' right now, but if the situation continues like this, we'll all know eventually."

As I noticed, Mr. Corey joined the story.

"There's nothing you can do about it, like this?

"The ability to stabilize the 'sanctuary' is a power given only to witches. I just have to ask Ardina to do her best, because she can't sense the 'sanctuary' that was the source of the distortion of the 'temper'."

Speaking of which, Mr. Ordis said it too.

It is not known which of the seven churches' sanctuaries' were invaded. Because Master Ardina can't see it.

"As it is, I'm sure it will develop into an Aldina-like issue."

No...

I glanced out the window.

The rain isn't going to stop yet.

More days went by and I finally succeeded in catching Mr. Ordis at the Magic Institute.

Every time I went to the lab for lunch delivery, I asked Corey and Luna to tell Mr. Ordis (by all means), so at last he seemed willing to lift his heavy hips and show his face, too. I'm sorry I'm busy, but I can't replace my belly on my back.

So, what can I do for you?

Mr. Ordis, whose body he was forced to call, looked grumpy.

"Let's have a quick talk."

"Eh..."

I shook my head with a loving laugh.

If you look closely, I feel that Mr. Ordis is slightly pale. He's an unrelated person to sunburn, so although he has a blue and white face from time to time, he shouldn't have had a pathological impression. Now, I can feel my cheeks snapping, too.

This really, I realized that they had pushed me to come, and I squeezed my expression.

Didn't get my share of tea served again today, but I'll decide to split that with no choice either.

"Could you please set a meeting with Master Frahamti"

As Mr. Ordis wanted, I tried to offer to go straight in.

Again, Mr. Ordis' expression is distorted at once. Right, no one would be happy to get in trouble during a busy time. I am well aware of your reluctance.

"Of course, I'm not messing with you right now. I don't mind being ahead of you in a week or two."

I hastily added that, but I did not see any sign that the deep wrinkles carved between Mr. Ordis' eyebrows would be lifted.

"See you for what?

"Huh?"

To an unexpected inquiry, I looked back at Mr. Pompkin Ordis' face.

"Meet with Lady Frahamti, what are you going to talk about"

"What... I need you to tell me what's going on in the search for the summoner."

"There shouldn't be any significant progress. If there's a move, we'll get news from there."

"Maybe so, but even a small thing, because I want to hear it"

While answering, I have become anxious because I feel Mr Ordis' intense willingness to reject him.

Why am I so reluctant to meet Master Frahamti?

What's the reason you don't want me to see you?

After all, Master Frahamti is laying low on "something" that is inconvenient to me -.

Often, a subtle air flowed between me and Mr. Ordis.

Mr Ordis must have read the suspicions in me too, as I crept out Mr Ordis' intentions. So we couldn't find each other the next word to utter.

"- Take it. Now it's time to keep her company."

It was Mr. Ordis who broke the silence first.

In the end, it seems that as for the true meaning hoarded in each belly, let's go in a direction we won't touch. If I keep nodding and pulling back, "Okay," this place opens up. And as if nothing had happened, I would return to my days of going back and forth to the Royal Palace with my fixer.

I don't have any trouble with that, though...

Mr. Ordis, I'm not convinced.

I dared to say the truth.

"Is there such a thing that the Chancellor, Lady Frahamti, cannot find the culprit of the summons for so long? If you can't really find it, isn't there a problem with the royal palace system? Because he's the one who used summons. It's forbidden. I called people from different worlds. Anyone in the other world can call you whatever they want without being able to identify who did it."

"Halutia"

"I'd like you to explain that area to me from Lady Frahamti. I... really think Lady Frahamti already knows who did it."

Halutia, shut your mouth.

Mr. Ordis ordered that in a strong tone.

I unintentionally pull and tie my lips as I was told. It was unusual for Mr. Ordis to say things clearly in an ordered tone like this when he wasn't even in a sorcery class.

"I'll tell you what, I myself have not been informed about the status of the investigation. I don't know if your concerns are off-target or not."

Mr. Ordis left his back loosely behind the chair.

"Either way, you shouldn't hold your neck. There's nothing you can do, do nothing to imitate Lady Frahamti's bite."

Hearing that word, I, on the contrary, stuffed Mr. Ordis with momentum all the way up from the couch.

"But if I don't do anything like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home much longer. Sure, I can't solve anything on my own, but I need to speak up."

Oh, no, I don't think so.

Arguing Mr. Ordis is a murky story in the first place.

Besides, I know I'm trying to move without any measures. I don't know what else to do because I still care.

Mr. Ordis seemed to be looking at me with an intriguing look at the difficulty of knowing how to make Mr. Ordis snort.

"Isn't it your specialty to be flushed around with manipulation?"

Mm, you're being sarcastic about what was said around you during the witch age.

"That kind of cuteness has dropped somewhere in the year I was back in the original world"

"... I see, it seems so"

Finally, it ends up sighing. He is truly a rude man.

- Let's go.

"Eh."

To me exploring the grounds for objection, Mr Ordis replied lightly with his consent.

"Let's attach a meeting with Master Frahamti. But I don't care what happens. You take responsibility for the rest. I stopped it."

"Yes. Okay."

"Sure - nothing's gonna change like this."

The last word was whispered as if it were a solitary.

"I will contact you after the date and time of the meeting. Until then, it's a big deal."