We ran off in a hurry, even with our legs hanging.
Don't let them catch you.
Yes, my instincts were screaming.
But as always, the voice from behind is constant.
It doesn't make any sense, it just sounds like you're raising your voice, but some people keep yelling murderous words out loud.
As it intersects with it, words begging for life "help" and "don't kill me" in the language of this world get in my ear.
"Sophia, never turn around!
"... Yes!
I can easily imagine what's going on in the future.
As I was headed to the inn at full speed, eating my teeth off so I would never turn around either, I found a long blonde girl sitting around wondering if she'd lost her hips along the way.
"... Lazareth, take that girl!
"I know! Sophia, go ahead!
I'll talk to the girl after I make sure she snorted.
"... can you stand? We're getting away!"
"... uh, um..."
Her words were not of this world.
The accents are slightly different, but they belong to my world itself.
I mean, she...
"... you're a witch too"
"... Huh? You know what I'm saying?
"Is this noise your fault too?
"Huh? About what? This has nothing to do with us!
... Doesn't look like you're lying.
But we have to be somewhat more vigilant than we found out to be witches.
"So what's this all about? You think they're not one of you?
"No! Please, believe me!
... witch not willing to ride this war, you mean?
But nevertheless, her condition seems as if this incident itself had suddenly happened.
"Then why are you here? If you can't use the language of this world, it won't be long before you come to this world yet, will it?
"... how do you know?
"You think I owe you an answer for that?
I speak to her as low and intimidating as I can.
... Then suddenly tears spilled and fell from her eyes.
"Why, why are you blaming me? It's not me, it's me..."
"Huh? No, 'cause it would obviously be weird. You, who are this commotion and witch, oh no, you. You can't say it's irrelevant, can you?
"But it's not me! I've just come to this world and I don't know anything..."
That made her cry out in earnest.
At that time, when I noticed the signs of someone behind me and looked back, Sophia stood there with her arms in her arms.
"... Lazareth, what are you doing?
"Huh? No, I'm this little witch, so I think I know something..."
"You don't know! This kid, from what I've seen, will be as good as you!
... if you say so.
After all, I guess I'm in a hurry.
I said words of apology in the language of her world and bowed my head.
"... sorry, I got angry..."
"Don't you get angry anymore?
"Oh. I'm not angry anymore. Promise."
I pull her hand and head to the inn.
That's when Sophia suddenly hit me in the ear.
"... what is the current language"
"The language of my original world. Dahlia and Zahr used our language, but this is the original language."
... Now I think they were used to this language.
I mean, I've been in this world for quite some time.
But why hasn't he caught his tail before?
Running with that in mind, I managed to get to the inn.
But by the time we reached the inn, it was incredibly quiet around and the sky was stained blue.
As if there was no earlier commotion or anything like that.
"... what the hell, here"
Unknown twinkles spill.
When I entered the inn and went back to our room, I saw Mentila, who was already awake and sipping tea, and Alice, who was sleeping opposite for some reason.
"Welcome back. Both of you and... all three of you? Uh, duh, which one?
"Mr. Mentila, let's get out of here faster than that! Slaves... No, the witch slaves rebelled...!
What are you talking about? It's so quiet out there. "
"So, but! Until earlier......!
"... even though I slept in those days, I don't think I slept until it was such a fuss."
"I'm not lying!
"I know that. Lazareth, you guys are in such a hurry."
That being said, I can't feel the rush coming from him.
On the contrary, he's trying to carry on another cup of tea.
"Okay. Let's do this, then. Why don't we just stay in this inn today and hang out with the guys at the station tomorrow?"
"... but"
"But nothing, don't think any nobleman will let you through at this hour. Because this time of year is dangerous."
... Sure, it makes sense.
I received the tea handed to me by him and carried it straight to my mouth.
"... and by the way, are you a witch?
"... uh...?
Because the languages are different, we can't talk to each other.
I opened my mouth to be an interpreter once I put the tea on the table, but Mentila opened her mouth first.
"Is this it? I'm not very good at this language."
"... Huh?
"... good. There was another one that made sense."
Mentila uses the language of a different world, even naturally.
I ask him questions that block the conversation.
"Why, can you use it?
"Mr. Cyan taught me. Don't worry so much."
"... my mother?"
... Speaking of which, she could have used magic too.
But I've never seen her in the world before.
This girl, Daria and Zahr, was the first to meet anyone.
Something's wrong, I was staring at the two of them with my mouth on tea in that thought.