The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

I thought I'd be stuffed in a carriage right away, and I was taken to a certain room in the Royal Palace.

Mr. Ars, who is completely behaving, said that he wanted me to get dressed beforehand because I cannot take him to Mr. O'Turand's house in my current outfit. Well, I know what you're gonna say. I wore qualitative clothing like a very common civilian, so it was too poor a form (to be) to disturb Mr. Otuland's home, which is quite high among the nobles.

There are two samurai in the room. Mr. Ars is waiting outside the room, just outside the door. And this room is on the third floor.

I cruised to see if I could escape, but obviously I couldn't.

I have no choice but to put my sleeves through the clothes I have prepared.

I don't know whose standout it was, but it wasn't a very subtle design, so I secretly relieved myself. It is a well-tailored, calm beige piece.

The samurai tried to help me get dressed, but I just forgave that. Instead, I leave it up to them to just fix their hair. He quickly tied my hair with a stiff and breathtaking handkerchief. I knew the pros were different. It's too early and too far from what I did to Midi and the others before.

Confirm in front of the appearance.

It is the work of an unusual, seemingly well-groomed young lady.

Not happy at all.

Afterwards, he boarded the carriage, which had been stopped behind the royal palace.

I've used this secret (not so much) exit several times in my time as a witch. When I went to church to set the 'temper', it was always something I went out of here outside the royal palace.

What surprised me was that Mr. Ars had been in the same carriage as me.

I was terribly surprised because I sat across from me, as a matter of course. Even Noel, the escort, followed me from behind on another horse when I was traveling to church or something during the witch age. No, it's nothing. "Let's get in the same carriage as me. How dare you!" I don't mean to say that. Simply, isn't it too awkward to ride with this Mr. Ars right now?

Silent with a subtle expression, I looked out the window of a slow departing carriage.

Tall trees line up, and from between them you can see blue skies and white painted walls. A nostalgic landscape.

I didn't expect to see the same view again.

"Harka, you look great, that outfit"

Unexpectedly Mr. Ars called out in his usual shattered condition, so I frowned and glanced at him as much as I could. This man, what are you talking about as if nothing happened?

"I hope you don't feel comfortable talking to me."

"Don't be so angry. I really don't want to do this either."

"You don't have a choice because it's work, do you? Fine, because I know. But then you have to be thorough in your business from start to finish."

"Business...... what?

"Business Rike is Business Rike! It means don't treat me friendly for nothing. Although switching is important on a case-by-case basis to communicate with people, it's very unpleasant for me to switch that character of yours."

"No, there's too many words I don't get,"

"You just have to know that it's unpleasant!

"Uh... yeah, I know that very well"

Mr. Ars smiled bitterly.

Totally already, I'm angry.

I figured you were watching me after all while I said something about wanting to be friends. Well, I don't mind because I knew that from the start. Speaking of what makes you angry, you're just about to hang out with me in a way that won't change until after the crap.

I glanced out the window again and decided to ignore Mr. Ars' presence.

Yeah, not if it's up to Mr. Ars.

The biggest worry was that I wasn't going to be able to go home to a fixer for a while.

How many days of unauthorized absence is supposed to be the only day off today? I'm too sorry to be on my own without being able to explain the situation to your husbands. When I leave, how can I apologize and you forgive me?

... I wonder if I can go home properly from there.

"But..."

As I was being squashed into a depressed mood, Mr. Ars had spoken again with impunity.

"Haruka, you've done a lot of thinking."

……

"In the beginning, I used to come into the royal palace selling lunches and other funny things, but you haven't made any moves lately, have you? I wonder what you're going to do, that's it."

Of course, "that” would have taken us round to Lady Frahamti's place.

"Lady Frahamti has so much power now that she can't even take a pull from the king that she has no one to turn to. But no matter how many witches from different worlds, young daughters like you go straight from the front."

You're really different, Mr. Ars laughed slightly.

"Didn't you think that guy would catch you or something?

"... I thought it might suck... but"

Still, some of them were getting high wondering if they would settle for a little better response.

Is that what you think will keep you under surveillance or restrict your access to the royal palace?

He was reluctant to protect me at Lady Frahamti's disposal at first, so he thought incarceration was a last resort.

But I can't help what's happened to me.

I want to think that this must have been inevitable.

Hurry up and get around. Sometimes it's necessary to roll things in the wrong direction in order to reach their destination. It's only after we get through this situation that we have to move forward!... or something, but I can't do it without thinking so.

"Um, more than that, I'd like to ask you"

Yeah, when this happens.

I'm going to talk to Mr. Ars, and I'm going to ask him what he cares about.

"What does it mean in the end? Are you sure Master Frahamti didn't summon me? If so, how could Lady Frahamti have known before anyone else that I had come to this world?

"Oh, yeah."

Mr. Ars nodded, loosening the collar of his jacket.

Who said anything about being generous?

"Um, I wonder where to start explaining it. Don't you remember, Harka? You've been here alone in the royal palace, haven't you?

Mr. Ars asked me, with such a soft voice as to tell the child.

Though it was angry, I honestly tried to think back as soon as I came to this world.

Just about three and a half months ago, I was summoned to the groves of this world.

The first action I took was to call upon the gatekeeper of the royal palace to let me meet the great man of the country...

"That's when I got a report from the gatekeeper who handled you. You named Noel and Lord Otuland and said you wanted them to meet you. [M] Age, bizarre outfits, and two namesakes. After receiving the report, Lady Frahamti thought it might be the former witch Harutia."

That time!

I didn't know I was going to get a leg out of such trivial behavior anymore.

"I have quite a few daughters around my age who want me to meet Noel, but when it comes to Lord O'Turand, it's a pretty sinister choice. I heard the story, too, and the witch came up first. Still, the feeling was bigger that no way. I saw you at the festival and changed my mind a hundred and eighty times."

……

"In other words, Lady Frahamti was thinking about the possibility that you might have returned to this world at the time of receiving a report from the gatekeeper. To make sure of that, you let me go to the city and search for a witch. So, as I was exploring the city, I found you very similar to the previous witch at the Congratulations Festival and reported to Lady Frahamti. Since then, I've been secretly monitoring your life in the city to see if you're really a witch."

What do you mean?

From the very beginning... were you really, really blinded by Lady Frahamti?

Lady Frahamti said something about putting Mr. Ars on to escort me, but the real purpose was, as Mr. Ars has just said, to monitor me to see if I was real.

"But, hey, no matter how much I keep an eye on you, Harka, you're totally normal to work in a fixer. I don't act like a witch at all. I was wondering what the hell was going on, and I got a meeting from your working diner to the royal palace."

"He wants permission to deliver lunch at the Royal Palace. Actually, as for the royal palace side, it was the first direction I said no. Once you've issued a permit for one store, other stores will send you permission applications for the potato ceremony, and if you approve more and more of that and private restaurants get into trouble, you won't be able to manage the security of the Royal Palace. But the royal palace side showing the difficulty eventually accepted your shop because there was a crane voice from Lady Frahamti. You know why Lady Frahamti was half-compulsory and gave you permission? If you start taking a trip to the royal palace, you might have a better chance of deciding if you're a witch or not - because Lady Frahamti herself won't let go and it's easier to surround you."

Remarkable.

Instead of being rolled with his palms, he seemed to dance the way he totally liked it.

Lady Frahamti, having understood everything from the beginning, was sober.

And I pretended to be a stranger, trying to discreetly determine if I was a real witch.

The devil only curls his tongue.

Still, it's not like I don't have a scratch point.

From what Mr. Ars is saying now, apparently it wasn't really Master Frahamti who summoned me to this world.

Then who the hell says I was re-summoned after all?

Staring at Mr. Ars, he shook his head loosely as he noticed my gaze.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you any information about the murderer I subpoenaed. I mean, I haven't been informed either. I'm sure Master Frahamti didn't call you."

"But it's not like Master Frahamti doesn't know anything either, is it?

"Maybe."

Mr. Ars tightened his expression somewhat.

"I mean that guy, I think I've got everything figured out already. I guess that guy hasn't told anyone the facts, rather than just laying low on you. Except for the very limited, real heavy towns."

If so, what will happen to me now?

Will it be auspicious or vicious to imitate Master Frahamti?

Now I still can't imagine.

Mr. O'Turand's home, which he arrived at, was super-luxury than he had ever imagined.

Welcomed to the mansion, I look out for a wide entrance with a distracted face.

No, is that it? Is that the private residence of a noble nobleman?

Though I thought the royal palace was lavish because it was a royal palace, this mansion hasn't taken a step back either.

Nevertheless, it was not because the owner of the mansion, Mr. O'Turand himself, was a serious one-sided and unplayful person, or because he felt that he was simply coordinating using the highest quality things, such as columns, walls, floors and furniture, rather than gothic and evil hobby upholstery.

Yeah, but, wow. If you sell out one of those pots, you're going to be able to build an extra fixer.

"Dear Otuland, I have brought you Lord Hulka"

"Thank you"

Mr O'Turand, whom I met a long time ago, was, of course, no different than before.

After exchanging a few words with Mr. Ars, he turned his gaze to me and just bowed his head respectfully, without even moving his seriously tight expression.

Speaking of which, I was introduced to the people of the Mansion in the form of a stay here for a while for a reason under the setting of Mr. O'Turand's mentor's daughter.

Who's the mentor? What's the point? And well, there's a lot of scratches, but the people in this mansion don't want the details as one. Apparently it's a stance that you don't pinch a single incision in what the Lord does.

"Then, Master Hulka, I beg your pardon."

When Mr. Ars, in outer mode, thanked him with his knightly waist, he left the front door without looking back. That's surprisingly light. I would have liked to hear more about Master Frahamti if I could.

Mr. O'Turand spoke to me in an administrative tone as he turned his resentful gaze to his back.

"We apologize for coming down the evil road. Thank you for your tiredness and we will show you to your room in no time."

"Oh, yes...... Please."

I honestly bowed my head too. I can't help being defiant here.

Honestly, I have something to think of Mr. Otuland as well.

He was the one who took care of me when I last summoned him. It is a rather complex state of mind to be placed under house arrest against your will under that person. I can't help it because I'm not someone close enough to tell you to ignore the Prime Minister's orders and help me, but, um, I can't cut it a bit.

The room provided was spacious and clean.

On a small floral wallpaper, an eponymous carpet. The detailed workmanship of the bed and chest is very elaborate and makes me want to take a closer look.

From heaven, chandelier-like lighting that mimics the shape of flowers. Demonic props that are free to light or turn off the lights on that must be pretty expensive.... I'm really worried about the money, it's me, the common man.

"That's a lovely room."

"I'm honored to hear you say that. Actually, it's the standing room for my daughter-in-law. I have prepared that I may occasionally use it when I return to the mansion, but it has not been used once yet."

"Really?"

I have heard that your wife has already died of illness. Then your daughter, the only child, would be increasingly irreplaceable to Mr. O'Turand. I feel too sorry to let your daughter's room be used before her own.

"Please think of it as your own room and relax."

Shortly after I hesitated, Mr. O'Turand also stepped back.

Well, I just quit here, and I'm just gonna let you go through the trouble of getting another room. Let me cut it off and use it.

"... ha"

Being alone, I sat down a bit on the edge of this big couch again, placed in a very large room.

Ugh, I'm too fuzzy to sink more than I thought. I stayed still for a while, but the fatigue hit my body like a wave, so I decided to take off my shoes and lay on the couch.

- Oh, it's been a while, this air.

It reminds me of a time when I was a witch even if I didn't respond.

That was not long after I came to this world, when I was anxiously frightened, not knowing the right or the left.

A pile of beautiful accessories for gorgeous dresses. Spacious and lovely room for delicious rice. A lot of servants and a beautifully shaped escort named Noel took meticulous care of me. Exactly when I was given a life like a princess - I miss you.

Even though it was such a princess life, I couldn't quite get used to my surroundings.

It seems to me that the luxury of life took a sense of reality away from me by rejecting it. Anytime, anywhere, something fluffy and floating hung around me. The only time I spent with Noel, though I was able to calm down from the bottom of my mind with all those weird floats and strong body stretches.

I'm just lonely now.

Quick, I want to go home to the diner.

I really wanted to see your husband, your wife, and Senna.