I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where's the Way Home?

Time rolls back a while ago. When the orange sounds had not yet reached the Grand Dir kingdom.

As we have learned from previous stories, a man named Duke of Olba looked to the Arks family to regain his place and honour and return to the Kingdom of Grandir.

The House of Arcs, although not a wealthy nobleman by definition, had the lowest degree of life and status as a nobleman. In the past, I have produced those who have grown up as wizards, and excelled inside as wizard blood muscles. Originally, it was a big house where the bloodline could practically use magic.

But now the Arcs have fewer magicians, and their status and honor are inferior as nobles. The Duke of Olba, a senior aristocrat, had absolutely no meaning to look at.

Unfortunately, however, the Arcs family was only referred to as the wizard's blood muscle, and were eyed by the Duke of Olba as pawns for use.

And that's the Arcs - I mean, what former Count Higguld and his daughter Nico find out was that the Duke took action, later.

The beginning was a sudden event.

Even if I wasn't wealthy as a nobleman, when I was having a happy time in a dining place surrounded by my father, mother, and one daughter. All of a sudden, the gang was destroyed.

Former Counts Higguld and Nico were unable to respond to the visit. All of a sudden, abruptly, suddenly, his wife - her name was Ellie Arcs - collapsed after a massive amount of blood erupted from her neck. Everyone on the spot could not move to the wounds and the overflowing blood as if they had been completely decapitated.

Neither is former Count Higguld.

And in that stiff moment, the servants died one after the other. Someone was killing people at high speeds. The Count escaped holding his daughter unconsciously. Without understanding the death of his wife, without understanding the death of his servant, he fled when he was engraved with the color of blood dyed bright red on one side of his sight.

Just once and for all, my instinct as a father to protect my daughter made me do so. I just ran away without even realizing that my daughter in that hand was looking open and trembling. I kept running away.

"- Chip, you got away... kick... kick, kick, kick! Well look, they say don't kill the kid... hunt him down and hunt him down... worship the look on his face when he's hunted him down doesn't look funny in there either... kihahahahahaha!!

Such a laugh, of a murderer who appeared behind his back, has not reached the ear of the Count. Only Nico, who was being held up by him, saw clearly what it looked like. It was not until this point that Nico was conscious.

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And when the Count noticed, he was down in a dirty alley holding an unconscious Nico. Remember what happened before you lost consciousness and understand the death of the servants you spent the first time with your wife. Tears are going to overflow.

But in that arm, there was certainly a daughter's life. It was warm. There was hope.

Therefore, he wept. I don't have time to be sad right now. Above all, because I thought that if I couldn't protect my daughter here and now, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself, the father.

Then he took off his bloody clothes and bought cheap clothes at a nearby clothing store. It's an elegant piece of clothing that's as discreet as possible so that we don't find out we're nobles and hide ourselves.

I don't have the same self-esteem as an aristocrat. You're a treasure to yourself in your qualitative clothes and your daughter, Nico, if that's all you have.

And the action from there, it was quick. First, we gathered information in order to understand the situation in which we were placed. If you can't take Nico to a barbarian tavern, an adventurer's guild, a city dweller, or hide him somewhere to manipulate information.

Originally a smiling child, Nico remained silent long after she woke up. I didn't say anything, as if I'd forgotten the words. Not so long ago, I guess the sight of people dying was shocking.

"You... my father will protect you...! Absolutely...!

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Still, when I'm being held tight by former Count Higguld, I guess it doesn't mean I'm completely blocked because it gives me reactions like hugging back.

And I've been collecting information for two days.

Finally, we reached the Duke of Olba. I didn't see the purpose, but I knew it was the Duke of Olba who was behind the raiders.

And at the same time, the Duke of Olba found out that he was collecting information. Because the knights who were policing the city have been trying to capture themselves. He said he was wearing a disguise so he couldn't see his face, but he still followed us exactly. Completely, we find out our own characteristics.

From there, he spent most of the day on the run. I held Nico and ran desperately away. I thought if I got caught, I'd die. Because my wives were murdered without discussion.

But only one day has allowed me to escape. From the next day on, it was difficult to escape even for an hour. There were many situations where there was a knight ahead of me in the run. Probably because my range of action was narrowed down in a day I ran away from. There were other knights gathering around.

But he escaped. I kept running away. Only my daughter, only my daughter, kept running away.

It beat so hard that my heart was about to burst, and my legs hurt so bad that my knees were about to come off. Still, I ran. I kept running.

But still, the number of pursuers was high. They chased me, and there was no escape anymore.

That's where we met - the orange noise.

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Time is back, now. It's after the orange noises left the city.

Fortunately, the carriages borrowed by the orange noises were safe. Apparently, at the time of the Goblinking raid, all the city dwellers caged in their homes and didn't run away believing in the adventurers and the knights. Rather than that, the Kingdom of Grandir and all its asylum-seekers seem to be.

- A land of weak and forceful eating.

In this country, which is so called, the strong are given trust and honour and protect the weak. The weak gain the refuge of the strong, and believe in the strong and do not flee the threat. The strong and the weak are connected by trust and bond.

As for the orange noise, isn't the weak getting something better? Although I only had the feeling that the carriage was safe for that reason.

So he picked up the carriage from the carriage and left the city. The passengers are Orange Sound, Leishe, Leila, and Nico Parent-Child.

The orange sounds reminded me that I couldn't handle the carriage. Neither orange noise, nor leachet, nor leila had the skill to handle a carriage. Neither can Nico, who is a child.

But apparently former Count Higgrud said he could handle the carriage and thought it was heartfelt when Sole found out.

"Good, good, I almost pulled the carriage and walked."

It's a carriage.

"Haha, that was kinda funny right now"

When Orange Sound saw the status, he confirmed that the former Earl of Higguld did not have 'riding' or 'your car' skills, so he thought that the skills and the person's skills might be separate. Alternatively, there may be special conditions for acquiring skills.

But that's well irrelevant. Now, if only I had the strength to live.

"Nevertheless... I didn't know Nico's mother was murdered... but it would be Eighty-Nine Reis' fault"

"Oh... that strangely tall laugher? I said," We met. ""

"Wow, I 'ran into' Leila... you're so sad..."

"I don't know if he's alive or dead, but he's probably dead if he stays like that ♪ I didn't eat it because it tasted bad ♡"

No, you don't want to be eaten either way, Orange Sound took a little distance from Leila with that in mind. It was packed immediately.

The orange noises are in the part of the carriage, so they are in the part loaded with luggage, except for former Count Higguld, who is in your podium. Despite that, Leila was purposefully in a wide carriage, perfectly tucked next to the orange noise. And next to that leila, Nico was pulling on perfectly. It is a strange sight.

Leishe is not out of company, but he takes care of his own sword a little further away. I'm in a state of neglect.

By the way, the orange noise has been heard from former Count Higguld. He also received an apology for the murder of his wife, the house being seized, and the pressing on Nico. At that time, when Orange Sound laughed and forgave him, he began to cry pompously on the spot, either because all the problems had been solved or because he was relieved. Apparently, the grief of his wife's death came later, and he couldn't stop crying.

At that time, the word that the orange noise accidentally leaked was, 'Again, you cry too many people'.

"... but well, it's about Claire, so Nico's mothers' bodies are secretly recovered. Yes... it's only a prediction."

"Tight, who's Claire? Woman?"

"It's a woman. She had blue hair and she was beautiful."

".................. hmmm"

When the orange noise came out of Claire's story, the emotions became rare from Leila's expression that responded. The red eyes get thinner. Always in the habit of laughing at Nico, he's apparently upset, lurking his eyebrows and inflating his cheeks.

You're jealous, Orange Sound guessed. I knew Leila had a romantic crush on me, so I could immediately guess. But jealousy doesn't make Leila's jealousy a bit of a joke, even if she's jealous. The orange noise was smiling thinly, but scratching its fruit cold sweat.

"Yeah, I don't even feel like Leila might have been cuter"

"Ugh. ♪ Really? You prefer me? ♪ 'Cause I love you ♡"

"............... yeah, you do"

So the orange noise was deluded. Direct translation would have meant Claire was cuter than Leila, but Leila was in a much better mood because she only heard the "Leila was cuter" part.

The orange noise had no choice but to snort in Leila's words, expressionless.

"Oh, it's cramped because it's a carriage life for a while... well, it's good because I'm willing to make a bed"

"Hey, wait. You're tight, can you do that? I have a good bed too."

"When you say it pretty good, you say it, too."

As such, the orange sounds move on to the new city.