Vermillion

Kays, who couldn't carry on two sentences, took a serious look at the 'sage' in front of them.

A man in a bright red suit who floats in the air with nothing, like sitting on a chair.

Skinny to unhealthy, long limbs, tall. White skin and long dark hair are caressed perfectly to the back of the head. It's called an allback.

The witty man, with an indescribable grin on its detail, wore a transcendent atmosphere like some kind of scholar, looking down on the two Gentiles, as if to observe. A light of curiosity floating in deep green eyes.

"... why do you give us our names?

opening best, Kay asked.

"It's not just the name. I know you're from Earth and you were a player in a VR game called DEMONDAL."

A wise man who answers without incident. Approaching the upset Kays, he fluttered down from the air onto the floor, placing his books on a bookshelf near the ceiling.

"Well, standing still is nothing. You must be thirsty, huh? Would you like some tea?"

That's how I recommend seats to the Kays.

Soon, a round table with white tablecloths and a tea set appeared there. Milk is placed in a white magnetic teapot, and tea poured into the cup is prepared with hot air and cookies and sandwiches carefully.

… Are you serious?

Eileen shrugged blindly. Kay also has a pompous mouth open. There was no spell (script), there was no way of dedicating the catalyst, and when I realized they were there. Exactly what I can only call 'magic' - 'miracle'. Neither of us could have forbidden war, for the immense amount of magic that would have been expended, and the presence of the Spirit, which was inherently essential for the exercise of witchcraft, could be perceived in any way.

The fact that you altered the event without going through the Spirit means - that this' wise man 'himself is the Spirit, or a similar being.

I expected it, but it was still shocking when I saw it.

"Come on, both of you, sit down. Let's throw in a tea party."

Quick as you can tell, sage to take a seat. Kay and Irene looked at each other, but at least from him, they didn't feel anything malicious. The thirst is also close to its limit, and the two seated in imitation of the sage begin to breathe into the tea.

It was the wise men who laughed bitterly at the way they looked.

"No, where I'm thirsty, I don't think hot drinks bothered me."

Saying so, he stood up, opening the refrigerator door.

- Refrigerator.

A somewhat lifelike 'refrigerator' with magnets and notes affixed to the door was there at some point.

"What?"

Gattan, and the momentum just kicked down the chair, Irene rises. Those blue eyes were so wide open that Kay had never even seen them.

"What, then, why!? Ha!?

Kay was also surprised that the refrigerator appeared, but Irene's disturbance is not unusual nonetheless - if you look closely, everything on the note is Cyrillic.

Russian.

"Why...... why is my house fridge here!?

Eileen's inquiry was no longer like a scream.

"What, I pulled it out of your memory?"

Pan, and wink at Kiza, sage. He should be speaking in English, but Kay is no longer sure what he's talking about.

"There would be a flair, wouldn't there? If you want to serve cold drinks, it still has to come from the fridge. Especially if it doesn't conform to your house. [M] Well, what do you want?"

Wise men who look for the contents of the refrigerator, approaching the confused Kays.

"There's a lot going on. Kay likes Coke, apparently you're a Pepsi. What does Eileen want to drink? There's alcohol in everything. How about some cold beer or quax on a kink?"

A familiar bottle or can of refrigerator sober drinks is removed and arranged one after the other at the table -

"- What the hell are you 'what'?

Forget his thirst, too, and unexpectedly, Kay was asking.

The man in a suit with a bottle of juice in his hands blinks his eyes wide open, as he returned to me there.

"... Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet. Right, it wouldn't have passed if I hadn't put it in my mouth. Since (...) minutes (...) is (...) that (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...) feet (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...). As for me, don't, even call me 'Oz'. They call me a wise man living in the Devil's Forest, but I don't mean to be a wise man myself. Just a forest dwelling."

A sage who served Kay a coke and Irene a beer-like carbonated beverage - 'Oz' sits back in his chair again and gracefully legs as he leans a glass of bright red blood orange juice.

"And if I'm asked what it is - [Demon]."

"…… The Devil?

Kay returning the parrot.

"Mm-hmm. Especially, Kay, it's not what you imagine. The word" evil "" demon "sex thing" is a lot worse in Japanese. In contrast, Irene's impression seems to be more disgusting, but now I wonder if this is a difference in religious views due to the region of the planet. Interesting. Either way, we call ourselves' demons', but they are very different from the concept of 'demons' on Earth because of their proximity to unique nouns. That's why I'm not going to insist on the existence of goodness myself... "

Cook, and Oz, who caught the edge of his mouth and leaked a sneaky laugh, looked exactly like the devil himself who lost the traveler.

…………

To the amount of information on Oz's story, Eileen is making her eyes black and white, and Kay held her forehead so she could have a headache at Kay.

So, Kay noticed a goblet sprinkled in front of her.

Take it in your hand and look at it. Clear crystal glass, as rarely seen in this world. Next, he also reaches out to a can of coke beside him.

It's cold well. 250 ml can, reasonably heavy enough to fit neatly in your hand. A dusty memory told him, "Oh, this was definitely something like this". Has it been more than a decade since I've had a can in reality (real) - no, is this real in the first place - and I finger a pull tab with the same blurry feeling that I dream about?

Push, and a nostalgic sound.

Forget to use the goblet that was prepared, and drink it straight from the can. The fresher carbonation of the cucumber bounced over my tongue.

Intense and artificial (artificial) flavour. Good, I thought. But Kay didn't even know if she missed this flavor because the last time she said it was too long ago.

"… can you read our memories?"

Con, and put the can on the table, Kay asks again.

"Right. I am a man of memory and oblivion."

Oz at the head.

"I knew" about Kay and Eileen from the time I visited the Mansion, I would have read the memories of the two of them - and perhaps even the thought of this moment now.

A presence that allows us to peek freely into our hearts to the depths.

It seems creepy if you think about it normally, but because Oz's attitude is so floating and transcendent, on the contrary, he was lacking in realism, and he didn't get awe emotions. Sometimes a series of surprises may mean that the senses around it are paralyzed.

Kay reached out to the can again and wetted her lips with coke.

"... Is there a large number of beings like you in 'This World'?

There was no such thing as [Demon] in the game world. [DEMONDAL] from the title, so I don't even feel like I'm suggesting its existence anyhow, but at least at the player level, I've never touched that kind of information.

"Come on, what do you think? Maybe he's not here."

But Oz's response was so distracting. For a moment, I wondered if Oz was exceptional and unique in this world, but there must be someone else who said 'We (WE)' earlier. I was just about to ask that point, Oz adds.

- I'm not a resident of this world in the first place.

Green eyes, laughing.

"I'm from another world, just like you. Especially since I" came down "to this world of my own free will..."

To a meaningful dialogue, Kay and Irene looked at each other.

"Let's explain it in order. I am, at best, born in a world that we Demons call the 'Heavenly Realm'. To speak for itself, it's a superior world. There is an infinite parallel world spread in the dimension beneath the heavens. This world is one of them."

Spread your hands like an actor, Oz, showing your surroundings.

"Basically crossing the world is something that takes a lot of effort, but it's not that hard for you to get down from top to bottom. I ran away from heaven - I fell."

"……… Why?

"I was disgusted. The inhabitants of" Heaven ", we Demons, are almost immortal, but we just don't clean ourselves up to peace and immortality. I put my heart and soul into pushing my presence to the top even further - that is, enlarging my magic power to an endless extent. Kick the others down, eat the others, just keep fighting. The heavens are a hell of a world where demons keep fighting endlessly. I don't like rough things, though my desire for knowledge is great. I'm sorry for the infinite struggle."

- So he ran away.

Oz laughs when he says so.

"But like me, demons that leave the heavens are very rare. If we try to return to heaven again, we will consume a great deal of magic. I mean 'weak'. Based on the values of a daemon whose strength is paramount, it cannot be accepted at all. Fallen heaven is seen as an act equivalent to jumping into obesity. That's what I meant when I said," Maybe not. "The Fallen Daemon is either a coward fearing death or such a stranger. And he's not like that."

Speaking in a breath, Oz tipped the glass quickly and drank up the orange juice.

"Now, as good as my story is, don't you guys have something to ask?

With a niggly grin that sees everything through, Oz asks. That gaze was especially directed at Eileen. Bick, Irene trembles on her shoulders like she's scared.

"... we are,"

Afraid, Eileen opened her mouth.

"Why have you come to this world? And… is there a way to return to the original world?"

At last, Kay meditates.

"Don't be."

Hmm, and Oz, armed together, stared at Kay and Irene, respectively.

"First of all, you seem to have a cloudy memory. Shall we do something about it?"

Turn your finger around.

At the next moment, Kay and Irene held their heads "ugh". A different feeling, like a snake crawling around your brain. It brings back memories like a running lantern. The battle against stripping in the game, the thick fog near Wolvern, and the encounter in it -

Yo, yo, yo.

"... yes, monsters! What the hell is that............!?

A white, human-shaped monster. I remember. In the mist in the game, I ran into that one. Rather, why, until now, have I forgotten?

"It is common for memories to become cloudy when crossing the world. I'm particularly strong at what I said, so I don't think so. [M] More than that, there were many parts of everyday life, the original world that you forgot. I may not have been aware of it."

"... Really?

Oz was right, I was unconscious. Kay and Irene look at each other and tilt their necks.

"Well, leave that alone, Oz's husband, what was that monster?

Irene rethinks and asks at a glance.

"Perhaps, but it's the great spirit of time, 'Kamui'. I haven't seen her in person before, so I don't know for sure."

Pouring the alternative juice, Oz answered somewhere throwing.

"The Great Spirit of Time?

"Kamui?"

"It's the top spirits who lead the space-time of this world. Well, the power of 'him' wouldn't be so hard to pull your soul from a relative world. Simple magic is comparable to the top daemons, and if you come from a world similar to this one, you can suppress the consumption of power because of its high affinity."

"Yes, sir, why is' this one 'so similar to the world of games in the first place?

"It's a coincidence, or an inevitability. There's an infinite world, isn't there? Sometimes the world interferes with each other. There's nothing strange about having something to recreate this world in a virtual world called Games. On the contrary, there will be a game, a creation, a reproduction of the Earth, and another world."

"… so why did the Great Spirit bother calling us into this world?

Even with fear, Kay asks.

"Come on?"

but Oz just flaunted his shoulder. Let the frowning Kays pose as "I won't have a choice".

"I can still read my thoughts and intentions if I see him in person, but I just sensed his presence over your memories. Besides, the top spirits on that level are so close to how the world is managed that I don't even know what I want to do because my thoughts are flying too fast."

Eileen is an uninterrupted face. Kay, too, can't deny the sense of shoulder watermark. It was disgusting why such a high-ranking spirit called us in - leaving us unclear why.

"... So... to the original world, what's the return?

Afraid, Eileen.

Oz looked to Eileen with a smile he couldn't catch.

"Before that, Eileen. I want you to know exactly how you feel."

Over the table - but Eileen has the illusion of being peered into her face by Oz, close enough to breathe.

"What do you want to do in the first place? Do you want to go home?

"……… I, ha."

Stiff Eileen looks at Kay.

And keep it up - I leaned down.

"……… sorry, Kay"

"What?"

To a sudden apology, Kay changes his complexion.

"... Oh, wait, wait. That's not what I meant, that's not what I meant."

Irene waves to Kay, who seeps tears into the edge of her eyes.

"No...... well, let me get this straight. I'm not going home. I can't believe I left Kay alone... I can't do that."

"……… Eileen"

On the table, the girl holds Kay's hand tightly. Kay blushed in disgrace, wiping her eyes with a sleeve of rubbish and clothes. If Eileen wanted to go home, she was determined to laugh and send her away, but if she had to, it would be like this.

"But then why did you apologize?

"… I'm sorry that I brought Kay so far because I was prepared to be so vague. There was a lot going on..."

It took Kay a great deal of difficulty to cross the northern earth and visit the Devil's Forest. I was also in danger.

"... If you say you didn't bother, you lie. But I still wanted to be with Kay.... but at least tell your mom and dad that I'm fine and I'm going to live happily ever after that I can't send them a message like that."

Kay stared straight back at the blue eyes staring at her and this one.

"... you don't have to apologize. I know how you feel. I'd love to, too, if I could. My father and mother want to reassure me..."

Kay lays her hands gently over Eileen's.

"…… well, I get it."

Oz nodded to the two staring at each other.

"Then let's answer when we have confirmation of will"

Oz, who corrected his posture,

"In conclusion, it is virtually impossible to return. It's hard to send a message."

It was a ruthless proclamation. Kay takes it seriously. Eileen didn't change her expression, but she felt a lot more power in her hand.

but Oz spins even more shocking words.

"- Or the flesh of your original world is probably already dead."