That night, it was peaceful as if nothing had happened.
There is absolutely no discomfort in eating inside the inn or what is going on outside. Instead, I was clapping it out too much.
... That was so much to wonder if it was a dream.
I sat down in the chair at the window and spoke to Alice, who was looking like a shell out of the way earlier.
She's the only one in the room right now because the other three tell her they're going to add one at the inn entrance.
"What will you do now, Mr. Alice?
"...... hmm. I wonder if my job is trivial for the time being. I don't have the money to spend it in style..."
"... uh, I'm sorry"
"Fine, I'll charge Aruba or Uncle Borderline exactly. Probably won't return it."
Whatever Aruba is, isn't Bettenburg coming back?
He's a nobleman, and he'll lightly give it away if it's about the cost of the inn.
"Speaking of which, why do you call me Borderline Uncle? I'm sure he didn't like it."
"There was a lot going on, irony. Napa or something."
"... so you deliberately call it just formatting to keep your distance?
"Oh, the only thing that can make me your daughter-in-law is a young, handsome, noble second son. My oldest son is a pain in the ass. Courtesy, neighborhood dating."
"Uh..."
I lie when it comes to not knowing.
It shouldn't be harsh to say that conversations during meals are strictly forbidden, but it will be painful for her not to stop once she speaks out.
"But isn't marriage not made without love?
"It's blue, sage. Awesome blue."
"... Huh? Oh, thank you."
Qing Er Cai, do you mean?
And I hope you don't call me a wise man if you can.
"What do you think of Sophia?
"Hi, I'm a friend."
"You're not, and you don't want to get married?
"... what are you talking about"
By the way, I'm way past Alice's age on the totals right now, but will I be Loricon?
... No, I'm only eight years old Lazareth. I'm probably fine, and I won't get caught.
"It's lit up, it's cute. No more."
"Forgot? Given the years I was a wise man, I'm older than you, aren't I?
"... not cute"
Almost at the same time as my words end, the door opens.
There were three figures there who would have made an appointment at the entrance.
"Welcome back, guys. How did it go, Mr. Mentila?
"Yeah, I could take that... Alice,"
I look more at Alice as Mentila seems sorry, but there was just a futon at the end of her gaze that was somehow uplifting, and there was no one there.
"... I'm so sorry. Well, I don't have any money..."
"... ok. But the next time I see you, I'll charge Aruba."
"Yes. I'll tell the seniors that."
Alice takes her neck out of the futon, as she noticed, throws multiple pieces of silver coins miscellaneously from her purse, and gets stuck in the futon again.
After bowing her head to her like that, Mr. Mentila picked up the silver coin that was falling to the ground and sat in a chair.
"Speaking of which, if we get to the end, we're leaving tomorrow, right? What are you going to do with this girl?
"Right."
Mentila turns the chair toward the girl and speaks in the language of the original world.
"'Manica,' what do you do?
"... I want to go to a city away from this city"
"But you can't let go of the language of this world. You'll soon find out you're a witch. If you're bad, you're a slave, right?
When I speak, the girl called Manica responds by shaking her body freaking out.
... but you won't have a choice. Now that I think about it, I'm over-pressurized with her, and I'm almost there.
"... Manica, he's not a bad person, and what you're saying is better. So I think you should think about it now. I'll take you by carriage to your destination."
"I'm looking for a wise man. But where are you..."
"... Master Sage?
I reacted to Manica's words this time.
She didn't think I'd react, either, or she looked at me and looked at me.
"You said you were looking for a wise man. Find it. What are you gonna do?
"... uh, that's..."
Desperately wanting to rush her unboiled attitude, she squeezes her mouth.
... but why is anyone and he looking for Sage too?
"Because he said that if we had a wise man, we could move from our world to this world..."
"... I was saying, who did?
"... I don't know. 'Cause that's what I heard from people."
... If I were you, I'd be able to live witches in this world?
But Dahlia and I are supposed to know that I don't have the power to seal things.
"By the way, what kind of guy is a sage?
"Eh, I don't know, but he's tall, he's got black hair, he's so strong! But I heard you died in the war, and I heard you were in this world!
"... Speaking of which, how did you get here in this world? The transition between the world and the world consumes tremendous magic."
If you are transferring unilaterally across worlds, you have great years and enormous magic. At least, I can't stay like a girl.
But there is one way you can come to another world in an instant.
But I can't think about that, and I didn't want to think about it.
"Uh, there's a door that connects the world over there with the original world, and so..."
"... I knew it, right"
I've noticed one big thing.
I raise my voice and speak to Mentila in the language of this world.
"... connecting doors can't be achieved without a collaborator with both the world and the world."
"... that"
"Yes."
"… there is a backcutter in this world who originally had magic powers"