The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

There are thirteen participants in this witch pilgrimage.

Three pillars: Noel, the escort knight, Sotini, the lead witch official, and Rayburn, deputy chief cleric, among others, Ardina the witch. Underneath it is composed of one auxiliary cleric of Mr. Rayburn, three women as witch caregivers and five guards.

A little more strictly, my appearance and the exit of the thug guards take the form of a replacement of four witch caretakers and four guards. One less precious guard because of me...... no, that's enough.

I checked this whole picture and there was something pinching.

The number thirteen. If I had followed my memory without me, this number would have had a religious connotation. The witch and her twelve companions are ancient heirlooms that seem to matter anyway, although I have forgotten something. I remember thinking he was like the Twelve Apostles of Christianity, so I don't think it's a mistake.

I also wondered if I was accepted (with a bitter choice) instead of the thug guard being kicked out because I didn't want to break this number thirteen.

And on our way, as Mr. Quinn said, the church in Kalomt.

After that, the churches of Sminase and Tenanya are also a course around, and these are the three churches located on the west side from the king's capital. It seems to take nearly two months to get around all eight churches at once, but I guess the three churches that are relatively consolidated were chosen because there is no way a witch can leave the royal palace that long.

By appointment, they're supposed to return to the King's Capital in about two weeks, and it's the third day of my journey that I showed up.

On this pilgrimage, there was also the hope of Master Ardina, that he would stay as long as possible in the city along the way and show his face to each church. Until the church in Karomt, which is really the first destination, we arrived in two days if we hurried, and that's why the journey was going at a somewhat leisurely pace.

My job, as Mr Rayburn said, is what we call downwork.

Even so, when it comes to the work of a witch caregiver, there is very little I can do to keep her away from me because it was to help me around right next to Master Ardina.

The innkeeper does the cleaning of the room and the laundry of the clothes, and even the poisoning of the meal is a situation where I am being removed from my role if I am not poisoned. In a bad way, my job was almost exempt.

My nerves are not diagrammatically thick enough to be hoarse (agura) over such a certain kind of special treatment. I had no choice but to voluntarily find chores about other members rather than Master Ardina. For example, re-buttoning someone's jacket, or polishing equipment brought out of the royal palace for rituals.

Now I was just polishing my soldiers' shoes.

The soldiers of the day are watching me like that. I'm not trying to come near you at all.

Of course it won't come true to meet Master Ardina, but the truth is, it was more like Mr. Quinn who got involved with me. Well, I don't know about any horsebone. I guess I don't care about getting along with my little girl.

(Ku, this subtle stain is taken away)

Face the dirt on your shoes in solitude, at dusk.

Master Ardina is having a hot tub right now. At a time like this, Quinn, an armed female knight apprentice, is driven out to escort and take care of him. Leaving me alone in the meantime meant it was dangerous, and while I wound up far away, some of the soldiers seemed to roam within sight.

No, but it's been a long time since labor has been quite fun.

Although I haven't done much, I personally feel fuller than when I was treated like a lady in Mr. O'Turand's mansion. Humans, if you don't work, you can't do it.

(I wonder how the diners are doing)

Unexpectedly remembering your husbands, I stopped.

It has been a long time since Mr. O'Turand was taken to this day.

Besides, I can't even go home to the King's Capital for at least another two weeks because when did I end up on a witch pilgrimage? No longer, I'm totally going to lose my place at the fixer.

Oh, speaking of which, what happened to Mr. Otuland when I disappeared from the mansion?

I hope the summoner, Luno, has given me a good explanation about me. But since I'm talking about Mr. Luno, I don't feel like he just left without any explanation. Mr. O'Turand, I hope you haven't been punished from around Frahamti......

"Hey, I bet you're cursing people's shoes something"

When I was blurry with my shoes in my hands, I was called from behind.

Looking back, guard A stands. He was one of the soldiers who took me out of Mr. Rayburn's room the first night. Oh, this was this guy's shoe.

The words spoken were disgusting themselves, but his expression had some kind of evil looking colour on his face, which made me confused.

"Um, uh, I'm sorry."

"Nothing, I don't mind if I'm just polishing..."

"I can't get enough of the stubborn dirt."

You should take care of your shoes a little better, I almost said, and I stopped that.

"... that, what. I'm sorry about that night."

Suddenly he whines like he's talking to himself, and I blink.

"Listen, I don't know what's going on, but you seem to be just an ordinary person who's been forced to take you. As for the guy who took you with me to the stable, I really... I don't know what."

Is this what the world calls a tundelle? Isn't it a little different? But this soldier is probably about twenty and a half years old, but he looks younger when he's embracing it like this.

'Cause it's not like asking me to apologize.'

Or this guard a has done nothing at all. I'm not going to be a kid enough to resent you, either.

"Well, it wasn't your fault for the confusing way you appeared. Look, I already apologized for this."

"Yes, thank you"

It's getting kind of funny, and I can manage to get to the point where it's going to blow. He doesn't have a good attitude to tear up because he seems to be apologizing to me extremely seriously.

I lowered my head with a subtly grinning face, so guard A left.

"Well, there's something surprisingly honest about that, too"

At night, me and Quinn, each sleeping in their beds in the room, were holding a women's party with something like strawberry juice in one hand and working at the end of the day.

Unlike me, Mr. Quinn seems to have a lot of work to do, and he seems to be busy all day. I'm sorry about the free man himself, but Mr. Quinn tells me that I don't have to worry about him at all. Nice guy.

"Do you know that guy well?

"Often, not so much, but you're part of the same witch pilgrimage. Even before that, I've seen him face to face several times at work. Say Elliot, well for once, the job there is a man who can do it. I'm heartless, but don't worry, I'm not the kind of guy who raises his hand to a woman."

"Really?"

Sure didn't seem to worry about that, so I'll be honest with you and snort.

"Elliot, too, did you care that you left the stable?"

……

"Um, Mr. Hulka"

Suddenly Mr. Quinn got out of bed and pointed his body this way.

"That night, if something happened, please tell me. Even if it's hard to tell Master Noel, if it's me, it's between women. Please don't hold me alone."

"Mr. Quinn."

Could you have been concerned about that for a few days from that night until today? To be clear, I myself had almost lost my mind about what happened back then.

"It's okay. Because there was really nothing at all. Soon Noel... has arrived."

"I hope so"

Mr. Quinn nodded and put his mouth on the juice.

"Master Noel, too, seemed to care a lot. There's also the horse cabin thing, but they often ask me about how Mr. Hulka's been doing these past few days.... you two have known each other for a long time, right? I didn't think there were many women around that Noel cared so much about, except for Ardina."

Ms. Quinn has asked me, with the excitement of trying to hide her curiosity somehow but still not concealed.

Hmm, trouble. What did you say?

It's not a good idea for me to tell Mr. Quinn what I'm bad at than Noel hasn't been able to see how far he's been talking about the situation.

"Uh, that. Even when it comes to acquaintance, do you mean facial familiarity... Perhaps you care a lot about me on the witch pilgrimage because I am a civilian and have nothing to do with it..."

Haha, and mislead me with a bitter laugh. Mr. Quinn was kindly deluded by my empty laughter, which should have nowhere to laugh. Really? I just snort, and I'm not pursuing it any further.

As for who I am, maybe everyone cares about what the hell I have to do with Noel.

By the way, I haven't seen Noel since that night.

Sometimes I see him standing around busily, but it's another dream situation, such as having a conversation alone. Physical distances have narrowed considerably since the time of the fixer, but the difference in position remains the same.

I haven't been able to talk to you about the future.

What the hell am I supposed to do on this journey? I know asking Noel would just get me in trouble, but I couldn't help but be anxious to think about the future by myself. If Noel listens to me, he'll think about what lies ahead with me.

... not a good thing. Maybe this is how you start to rely on him more and more for the collapse.

(But me, what am I really going to do now)

For one thing, will we have to see the pilgrimage successfully concluded?

If a disturbed church in the 'temper' could have been found and done with it. That would calm your feelings about Master Ardina and Mr. Rayburn, and even if you reveal the story that I'm a former witch, it might create room for you to listen.

I'm sick of myself just assuming that I "would" and "might".

I'm anxious about the invisible future ahead, and I'm very anxious about where I stand right now.

In a month's time, what situation am I in? I tried to imagine, but I couldn't think of anything.

The next morning, it was clear weather with no clouds.

The restless weather here these days has been the same and it seemed to rain heavily in the middle of the night, but I'm glad it cleared up neatly with dawn.

Today we are finally going to arrive in the city of Karomt, where the first church is located.

Early in the morning, carry your travel luggage to the carriage.

At times like this, it's my turn to work lower.

Take on items that guards hesitate to touch, such as those around Master Ardina, and go back and forth with the carriage and the inn many times. As for myself, which is of little use anywhere else, it means that I have a Russian temper.

Although there was little personal belongings of Master Ardina, only the costume had a considerable amount. I guess this is already one of my jobs as a witch because I was dressed differently when I was there and almost every day despite my travel destinations. Though I think I can wash around and wear the same clothes about once every three days.

It was when he lifted a large cage with costumes and left the front door of the inn.

I see a shadow in the courtyard with a slight peek from the front door.

- Master Ardina and Noel.

The two seemed to be bickering as they looked at the grass flowers in the garden.

In a beautiful garden, there are two young men and women who look good. … is a picturesque diagram without complaint.

It's been a long time since I saw Master Ardina. From here I can only see her hindsight, but the loosely knotted golden hair shines in the morning sun, like a flower fairy.

Noel, who is about a minute taller than her head, drops her calm gaze at such a Master Ardina. Speaking of the gaze that was directed at me during the witch age, you were mostly frightened, angry, and all that. And well, I was blurry looking at the two of them, even though they got a little secluded.

"Hey, I'll take it"

I noticed all the time, my hands were empty.

Looking back at the courtyard, when did guard A also have Mr. Elliot on his side, and he just pulled a large cage with trinkets from me.

"Oh, excuse me. It's okay, I'll carry it."

"I would be traveling back and forth with the carriage and the inn many times by myself. You just need a little rest."

"No, I just want to be useful at times like this."

"It's not a woman's job."

"I'm not grabbing lead, I'm sure it's okay."

"You're an unattractive woman. I need you to back off honestly."

"So, my job..."

"Why do you want to work so badly, weird guy"

"In my hometown, there's an adage," Don't eat the unworkable. "

Wow and exchanging really crappy verbal rewards, when I looked in the courtyard, I realized what Noel and Master Ardina were asking about this one. Where my expression has hardened, Mr. Elliot also finally grasps the situation and pulls his mouth together for a moment.

"... Anyway, I'll carry this"

That's all I'm saying, Mr. Elliot just walked away.

Oh, what am I going to do, walk away as if nothing happened to me either? Or is it a bad idea to ignore Noel and Master Ardina while they are aware of their gaze? I don't know.

I couldn't help but bow my head towards the two of them and rushed after Mr. Elliot.