Isekai Ryouridou

"Well. Who the hell are you?

A colorful and glowing barbaric knife can stick to my nose tip.

This guy is quite a business.

The blade crossing is roughly 80 cm and the width is roughly 10 cm. The blade tip is then thoroughly sharpened. This would make it possible for any prey to break bones from meat to meat.

Oh, my God, not even if you're impressed with that.

"Hey, what is it? That's a noisy greeting all of a sudden! He said he'd apologize for the pit!

Answer the fucking question.

My daughter was calm.

That calmness, on the contrary, is unusual.

I sigh and compare the tip of the blade to my daughter's face.

"Before that. Where the hell are we? It doesn't seem to have the same atmosphere in the afterlife..."

"This is by the woods, at the foot of the Morga Mountains"

"... Mountain of Morga?

"Print of Selva, Kingdom of the West. It is the ruling land of Genos, the local lord.... where are you from?

I don't know, I don't know.

But here, I'll have to answer honestly.

"I was born in a country called Japan. Chiba Prefecture, Japan. Do you understand?

"Hon... chibang...?

You wouldn't know. You can't possibly understand.

Perhaps this is a world that is unrelated in every sense to countries such as Japan.

There was no horn in the boar in my world.

Girls in my world don't carry such huge barbaric swords.

Besides - your daughter had a style I'd never seen before.

The skin color is light black. It's brown like chocolate.

Nonetheless, the color of the hair is dull gold.

Still, the eyes are deep blue.

Its golden brown hair seemed a lot longer, but it was tied to strange heels using leather strings, and its blue eyes glow strongly and sharply in the darkness.

The face itself is much more terminal.

Thin, muscular nose, cherry tinted little lips - the lines around the cheeks are soft, and the face itself may seem a little too young for a slightly suspended bobcat-like eye. Even my actual age wouldn't be that different from mine.

Well, she's a beauty on such a level.

You can call me a pretty girl.

Personally, I feel that pink lips on brown skin are also very colorful.

But I wonder what that outfit is.

He has a thick black fur cloak wrapped around his shoulder, underneath it - around his chest and hips, only wrapped in a beautiful shade of fabric.

Beautiful fabric with intricate tattoos knitted, didn't feel narrow at all, but this guy is a little too irritating.

Other times, the very smooth brown skin has been exposed at all costs, as if it were dripping multiple pieces of ornament with white horns or fangs, wearing a bracelet that connects nuts, or lowering the knife tucked away in the leather sheath to a creased waist.

And then I'm wrapping something like a leather belt around my ankle first, but I'm sure this is like a footwear.

But coming to my chest in front of such an attractive and overexposed girl was the thought (kind of, awesome d powerful...).

His face is so cute, but his expression is so fierce.

The eyes burn up like a real bobcat, and the poor lips are pulled tight and tight.

Though the girl is more slender and tall, the skeleton is as luxurious as it looks.

But still, I don't have any soft impressions.

Something around its grumpy arms, feet, shoulders and stomach is as tight as a leather whip, and I don't see a piece of wasted meat, plus white scars carved all over it as if it showed a harsh life to date.

She is the girl who made the power of the original life force be regarded as impossible for the modern man who transformed herself into a man of scientific civilization.

(Nevertheless -)

What the hell is this smell?

From the moment I was relative to that strange girl, I was also caught in such suspicion.

It's a very complicated scent.

Smells sweet, like overripe fruit.

Smells like a twinkle of flowers about to bloom, hissing.

Smells cool and calm, like dried vanilla.

Smells a little violent, like strong spices.

And the smell of animal meat and fat, fumbling with intense flavor.

As those smells became more complex, they irritated my nasal cavity.

I'm not proud of it, but I've been used as a cook's apprentice since I was a kid, and I have more sense of smell than a crowd.

Whatever it is, it's probably an appetite-stimulating smell... etc., and as if the flesh had responded to that thought, my belly sounded "ghoul".

The blade tip of my daughter's razor blade, as a little upset, loosened.

"What. What are you gonna do, you?

"No, what do you mean... I'm just getting hungry"

In addition, "Gyuru" turns his stomach.

This is hard to dress up for.

My daughter's well-shaped eyebrows have hung up in a rather sinister way.

"Hey, don't be silly. Are you making fun of me?

"I'm not kidding. It's just a physiological phenomenon, right? My stomach just reacted because you were pumping a delicious smell."

"What are you talking about? I don't have any food, and even today I have zero harvest because of you."

"Oh, so I apologize for ruining the pit..."

At the end of the story, he said, "Gyuuwow!" The sound of my belly overlapped.

You're ringing too much, my belly.

Oh, no. Your daughter's face became more and more insidious, and her shoulders began to shake plumply.

Is it possible that for such an idiotic reason I will end up welcoming a second death?

"In the meantime, I didn't mean to ruin your territory, either. I just got thrown out of a place like this without knowing what it was, and I was in trouble, too. If you have any complaints, I'll be out in a minute..."

"Gyuuuuuuuu!"

I don't know, this is...

How sincerely I apologize, I get hit by the sound of my belly from one end to the other.

And - my daughter suddenly turned that way.

He's holding his mouth flat in his left hand while threatening me with a right hand knife.

Shoulder tremors only increase in intensity.

"... what's going on?

"Guru?"

The tip of the knife fell to the ground.

My daughter's face turns bright red.

"Hey? Are you physically ill?

"Guru? Guru?

"Pfft," I heard a strange voice.

Your daughter's eyes look at me in tears.

"Enough... Don't talk..."

Somehow, even my voice is weak.

I get more and more worried.

"No, even if you don't talk..."

"Gyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

My daughter came to the spot with a knife on her cane.

And he said, "Puhaha!" and starts laughing a lot.

Oh, don't be extraordinarily cute again when you laugh, this girl.

Or were you just laughing?

After laughing so hard, my daughter stood up in tears and poked her barbaric knife at me once more.

And a word.

"... kill"

"Why not!

I stay on the ground and fall behind.

But behind me is a pit just climbing up and waiting with its mouth open.

At the tip of his nose, the steel cuttings creep closer together.

"I've never been so disgraced in my life.... I'll definitely kill you"

The face remained bright red, as can be clearly seen at night.

Shame? This is the pinnacle of the tundelle? No, you're not!

Whatever, but I can't wait to get killed for this.

I finally got my hands on the edge of the hole, and I took a hold up position.

"If my rude stomach has hurt your self-esteem, apologize! Everything can't be hungry! Speaking of which, I haven't eaten anything since noon today!

…………

"I'm in real trouble! I don't know what this place is, why I came to this place, or what it is! I don't know every common sense or decision on this land, and I don't know how to live in the future! If this kills you, what the hell am I doing for you..."

What the hell did I jump into the flames for until I put my life on the line?

When I thought about it, my throat was so stuck that I couldn't speak.

It's the only way, so I stare back into my daughter's eyes.

In my daughter's, deep blue eyes, there was a light that even some puzzling creature could see.

"... I have no idea what you're talking about"

The tip of the knife, just a little lower.

"Aren't you a resident of Stone Capital?

"Stone Capital? As I said, my hometown is Japan."

"... I don't know a country with that name. In the meantime, you're not from the west kingdom."

That said, my daughter finally unloaded the knife.

But the light of suspicion and suspicion in its eyes has not disappeared.

It's just... beyond that sinister glance, I felt something like a distraction of emotion that could complicate me.

"... let me hear more about you"

And my daughter said in a low voice.

"Come to my residence. If you don't like that, I'll kill you here and bury you."

"... you're inviting people like me who don't know what to do to their homes?

"The night is near. There is no respite that I am questioning with you any more on this occasion. … If you celebrate the night in the woods without preparing for the fire, you will die."

Pick up the leather sheath that was falling at your feet and put a giant barbaric knife in there. I stood up with my hands on the ground as I saw that Rin.

"Okay. I'll follow your instructions.... Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet. I'll be fat tomorrow."

"Nah... Mi-su?

"No. Tsujitsu Tomorrow Tai"

"Chiru Misu..."

Isn't she cute, you bastard?

He looks serious, but he's cute again.

"Yeah. If it's hard to call, it's fine tomorrow too. What's your name again?

"...... ai-fa"

Throw it away in a low voice and turn your back on me.

It's very slim, but it's not exactly longer than me. It would be like 167, 8 cm at most.

How can you handle such a stupid big knife with one arm when you're such a people-like height and you're so idle? The quality of the muscles and the density of the bones may be different from the core of the race I know.

If I had considered such a thing in my swallowing, etc., I would have been tempted to the side.

"What are you doing? I guess you're hurting your leg. Grab it on my shoulder."

"Huh. Are you sure?

"Time is a waste. Hold on tight."

I turned my right arm around Ai-Fa's right shoulder, thinking I could just pull it off a bit.

Really, the elbow cannon flies all over us.

"Who told you to turn your arms? I said grab it on my shoulder."

"Ugh... Oh, that's what I mean"

I grab the left shoulder of Ey-Fa with my right fingertip as I rub my dick.

It's not a major injury from the beginning, and walking aids, for sure, are still enough.

Either way, this girl is wearing a thick fur cloak or something, so all I can tell you is that awful feeling in my hand.

"... you're hiding it from your chest. Is that a knife?"

"Huh?"

I'm giddy and giddy.

When I tried to turn my arm, my chest touched my back lightly. Such a thick cloak. Is that what you see?

I was more scared that way than I could get my elbows in each other.

"Yes, you understand very well in the moment, don't you? Of course I don't feel like doing you any harm, so don't worry about it."

"Why should I worry? If you want to cut it, cut it yourself."

That's what the IE-FA guy said, showing me his very cold side.

"At that time, my sword will just cut your throat whistle faster than your knife. If you think it's a lie, you can always try it....... asta"