My First Trip was to Another World

Reveal the night in a tent surrounded by fourteen soldiers. It was a restless tent night.

"I didn't have to worry about demons and bandits attacking me. Well, let's say good."

Says Claire as she stretches her hands up. If I think about it, I guess I can even convince you.

When I go outside the tent, I see the sleepy face of a soldier. I mean, I sleep about five people. Don't let the drunk work all night.

Ignore the soldiers and start preparing breakfast. It's just for us. We don't have dishes for 14 people.

One of the soldiers comes up and says as he lights the fire and boils the water.

"Good morning, did you sleep well? It would be helpful if you could hurry..."

"What the hell. Let them eat as slowly as possible. Or do you want one, too?

Pointing to the pot and saying, the soldier looked like he was in trouble.

"We do not speak of things put out by others. I waited all night. That'll be enough."

Looks a little harsh. I wonder if I'm hungry. Or are you sleepy? No, both. Looks like he was watching you overnight without sleeping.

"You're hungry. I'll split them up if it's about saving food."

"I don't need any strange care. I can't speak of food given to me by others during my mission. There are people who serve poison and medicine."

I shook my head sideways with fortitude. This voice seemed to be heard by the soldier behind it as well, with a tremendously harsh face. I think maybe the other soldiers want to eat...

I guess it's a soldier's rule not to eat. But it doesn't seem to be complied with. Looks like the soldier in front of you is just serious, among other things.

The meal has been declined, so we eat relaxed meals alone.

"Um... Three people reacted to 'Caution', turning to 'Vigilance'..."

He's hungry and concerned.

"Never mind. It's no big deal."

The five soldiers who slept were woken up by a kick.

Fourteen bent men watched me and finished my restless meal. That's where the chatter goes, withdraw the tent. Ah... I can't handle the tent. Bracket the tent with a rope and bear it. I couldn't even serve the table, so we all split up and carried each other.

Where I carried all my baggage, an earlier soldier came.

"Hmm. Looks like you're ready. Have them come to the city of Baruch."

Stay surrounded by soldiers and start moving. It's on foot, so it's very slow. Don't let this take about half a day.

"You're not running? The sun's going down."

"We don't mind, but can you follow me?

These soldiers seem confident in their feet, too. I wonder if I can take it as a battle. But it's not enough to run at all.

"No problem. Run at moderate speed. We don't know where the city is, so we'll take the lead."

Baluch is a city near here. I know where it exists and where it goes. But I don't know the exact location.

The soldier nods lightly and gives instructions at the beginning. Then, from the beginning, the speed of movement was increased in turn. Fast there.

"Don't do it quite. We're gonna go a little faster."

The soldier laughed niggardly and increased his speed even more. Fairly early. A little later than Alencia's early morning training, I guess. This place is flat, so it's less difficult. It's not like we're going into a river that flows like Alencia or rushing up steep slopes.

After a short run, I could see the city in the distance. They've arrived in Baruch. Soldiers who were walking side by side, half of them are falling off. You don't seem to be trained enough.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu We'll go straight into the city and head to the Lords' Palace..."

I approached the city and switched to walking. There are only three soldiers entering the city with us. The others fell in and couldn't move as they arrived.

Passed through the city from the soldier's passage. It was unusual for Mirzia and was simple without baggage inspection when entering the city. The "politely" part seemed true.

The atmosphere of the city is very different from that of Güntur. It's a dusty city with a mixture of borough and beautiful houses. Proceeding as guided, a luxurious and large building was built in the middle of the city. It's a white mansion that doesn't look like the city's atmosphere.

There is a splendid gate made of iron fences, preceded by two gatekeepers. As he approached the gate, the gatekeeper gave him a slight look and pulled his body. What was that reaction? Were you looking weird?

There was also guidance from the soldier, so he went inside without a thing.

"This is the Lordship Hall. I call the lord. You wait in the front hall."

That's what the soldiers said, and proceeded to the back of the mansion. The entrance hall is about 20 tatami in size and the walls and ceilings are painted white. Close to the church entrance hall, but no bench or other place. Instead, it was lavishly decorated with figurines and paintings.

"Are we good together, too?

I say as Luna leans her neck anxiously.

"They didn't say anything. Wouldn't that be nice?"

I don't know what it's for, but they haven't told me to come alone. I wasn't even cautioned. Probably no problem.

"But be careful, everyone. The Lords' Palace is noble. Especially Leeds! You can't move on your own!

When Claire said with a difficult face, Leeds nodded dissatisfied. Seems uncomfortable that it was noted by the nominee. But it's Leeds. I don't know what I'm gonna do. If something goes wrong, let's get out of here. Worst of all, burn this mansion.

After a short while, I saw a shadow from the back.

"I'm sorry I called you up."

I hear a tiny tone. That's the kind of face I saw somewhere.

"Are you..."

Claire slaps my flank with 'Don'. It's adding and subtracting, but it hurts. I wonder if that means changing the word.

"N good y. I don't ask for courtesy from adventurers. Take it easy.

I see you again. O'Malley, Lord Baluch. You can't just stand here and talk. Duh. Come here. "

This way of talking is disgusting. It's a little creepy because there's no discouragement after the little one.

This man is a nobleman who took an asshole adventurer in Antiques City. I wonder if the asshole caused any problems. Then we're references. Or is it about unchanging magic? If that's the case, it's quite a hassle.

He was passed into a lavish room like a reception room and told to sit on the couch. Lower the baggage you are in charge of and sit on the couch side by side. Then the maid's sister offered her tea for a number of people.

"Um... Mr. Coe..."

Luna looks suspicious and looks cautious in her ear. And I said, "I know."

Soundproofing magic props are used in this room. The use of demonic props should be solemn in Mirzia.

This is not the law, it is the commandment. When I'm using demonic props, the church complains. Against the commandments, they say they can be hung for questioning.

"Hummm. I still seem to have noticed. Nah. I'm using the Guess Passenger Tool. Don't say anything else."

Omarie says with her mouth corner raised as she strokes her pin and stretched beard.

"Are you sure?

"You lords have secrets, too. We're like each other."

"Come on," says Omarie, laughing. Looks like someone I can talk to unexpectedly. Apparently, he's not going into our situation.

"So what can I do for you?

"It's the Lord's magic. I want to talk to you about that. Are you guys involved with the Demons?

"Not at all."

Who is the Demon Clan? I have an elf. Because I'm not a demon.

"Hummm... change the way you ask. Wow. Are you guys involved with the elves?

"Yeah? What do you know...?

Omari is staring at us with an invincible grin.

The fact that the Elves and Demons are identical is something only some people who study the Elves' magic props know. With the mouth now, it sounds like you know that.

"N. Good people are good. Talk fast. I'm studying Elf's magic props. In secret, of course.

Look at this first. "

That's what Omarie said, arranging several B5-sized wooden boards on her desk. There's a sketch of us in there.

No, it's too exquisite to call it a sketch. It's monochrome, but it's like I printed it. The soldier must have been surprised by this. The humanities were too similar. Impossibly similar by hand.

Amazing us in the ass, O'Malley kept talking so well.

"That's great, isn't it? It's a device that instantly cuts out the scenery in your eyes. I found it at my wife's house.

My son called it "Shards," but nah. "

A movable elf magic trick. It's a national treasure... You mean, the camera? The way you call it is not from this world.

"Just give me a minute. Who's your son?

"Hummm...... I wonder if my son cares more than this wonderful painting.

Oh, good. Six men in the side room, but the most brilliant. Among the people they are called prodigies duh. I want you to meet my son later. "

More and more suspicious, that child. It is certain that he is not an apostle, because his identity is clear. Born as the youngest brother of a nobleman who can tell the story? Isn't that a classic reincarnation knowledge cheat? If there is metastasis, it is not strange to have reincarnation.

Looks like this guy wants me to meet him, so I guess it's convenient. I want to see who it is.

"Copy that. I'll look forward to it. So, what can I do for you? If it's about magic, we can't go into details, can we?

"That's for my son. I want you to listen to my son. For a long time, I was only asked to bring someone who could use the magic of the Demon Clan.

I want you to give away something you bought in Antiques City. It's called "Ribo." I'll buy it in words. Wow. "

Omarie says, riding herself out with a serious look. You want that crap? It's not even a demon prop, it's just a figurine...

"Why would you want something like that? I'm sorry, but that's just rubbish, right?

"It's rubbish. How dare you! That's a new weapon that was studied by The Most Powerful Apostle, who was active when I was younger. Very strong duh... and it was beautiful to fight... I didn't finish it while I was in this world, but me and my son are taking over the research."

O'Malley says, looking away. He seems to yearn for "The Most Powerful Apostle".

Do you recognize that as a weapon? Assuming my son is a reincarnator, there's a real chance he'll get it done. Can I give it to you, or I have trouble judging?

Given the climate and environment around here, I think the nitrous stones can be harvested in abundance. Sulphur and charcoal are common. I can make black gunpowder. In the unlikely event of mass production, the force map of this world will be repainted.

"I hope that's why... I'm sorry, but I have to be cautious. I want you to make up your mind after you meet my son."

"Hey, hey. Give it to me. If they use noble power, it's a hassle, right?

Claire whispers at me with her elbow.

"Not to worry. The Lord seems to realize the value of that tool. I'm not saying I can't.

Nha, I'm hoping for a good reply tho "

Omarie put her arms together and deposited her weight on the back of the couch.

I don't know what it's worth. I seriously think it's garbage. Except when this thing starts working.

If guns and magic confront each other, it's probably magic to win. But while magic has tough training, personal differences are intense. If it were a mass battle, there would be armaments up on guns that could be handled by anyone. Once completed, it will be a weapon exclusively for war. If no one's gonna be happy, you better let me squeeze it gently.

Well, anyway, since you met my mysterious son. If you're a war lover, I'll destroy you right in front of me.