Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

I have had myself since I was born. Strangely enough, the language I had in mind at the beginning of my life was not the language of this world. I am proud to say that my self and my thinking skills have been adult-like since I was born, but like other children in general, I didn't know the language everyone was speaking, and I didn't know common sense and nothing else changed except weird language and my thinking skills. Strongly speaking, my hair is black and my eyes are black, but there is nothing else about one of them being black. Although I was the only one who said black both ways. At last, your face is not handsome. Aren't you handsome? What is this word? Yeah, okay. Let's rephrase it. It's uglier.

Also, you look slightly different from everyone else. Everyone is thin and tight, even women have a lot of muscular physique, but no matter how much they train their bodies, they all seem to be less muscular, and that's why they call it "ugly" again. That's not why I'm inferior to my athletic abilities. Just in case, I'll make it up to you. On the contrary, during the same age, athletic skills are higher. Let's just say why later.

I was born and raised in a city called Elle Hay. The city is in the middle of a mountain named Kinlu. I said a city, but at the same time it is one country. The country's name is Lyle. The king is the queen. Your name is Lils. Though I have never seen it in person due to fear. I was born into a middle-class family in that country. Upstairs he had a sick physique but a brother, downstairs he had one sibling with twins, but unfortunately they both died of illness at an early age. When it comes to sickness and weakness, my brother is smart, so if he grows up, he will inherit the governor. I wish I could be my brother's hand and leg and help him set the house up.

Also characteristic is that our country (Lyle) is rarely made up of only a single race in Aus. It's normal to say Durrow. It is commonly known as the Dark Elves (Dark Elves). Dark purple with skin colors close to black and vice versa. Dark areas of skin colors of people on the ground in general, such as lips, nipples, genitals and around the anus, are on the contrary thinner in pigments. The color of my skin is less intense and this is also ugly. The shape of the eyes is subtly almond-shaped, as is the elite (elf), but the color of the eyes is many purple lineages apart from the light and dark of the pigments. The most common color is lavender. Also, thin hair with either pigment is common. With total gray hair or very thin purple hair that is just confused with total gray hair? Of course, there is no red or green hair.

Note that the special skills specific to Durrow's race include infrared vision (Infrastructure Vision). This is a skill in visualizing not only visible light, but also far infrared light. Simply put, the temperature can be visually captured. Thermography? It came up abruptly. What? Well, fine. Another is Inclination Sensing. This can sense how inclined the path I am on right now is. You can tell if it's climbing or descending. I forgot to mention that my country (Lyle) is literally in the mountains (in Mount Kinlu, or underground? digging tunnels) so it would be hard not to have these two abilities to live in our country (Lyle). Of course, lighting using demonic stones is everywhere in the country, starting in the home, but many times as many places do not receive lighting.

By the way, the industry in my country (Lyle) is somewhat special. Just to ask, in the countries on the ground, agriculture seems to be the focus of growing a plant called wheat. Agriculture is also practised in our country (Lyle), but it focuses on growing and harvesting fungi. So with the exception of meat, there are always mushrooms at the table. A wide variety of mushrooms, but of course those with poison are not grown. No, it's hardly grown.

Edible mushrooms are cultivated with many things, but my head remembered some of the names of those mushrooms from the beginning. However, in the weird language of the example. At least it's completely different from the mushroom names that we all normally talk about from pronunciation. The mushrooms that everyone calls Aberrudge and says it's delicious, of course, I call it Aberrudge myself, but strange knowledge tells me in my head, 'This is a book mockery'.

I've been at this rate for everything since I was born, so when I was an unusual baby, it was pretty early - I was really lucky to realize it from about a few months after I was born. Because he was pretty smart, for his age, he turned wisdom, and he just needed to be seen as' a lot of good kids, but he's like a Puppet and he's ugly 'when he said he was highly athletic.

A little off the sidelines. Let's fix it. Yes, the industry in my country. He not only cultivates fungi, but also keeps livestock for meat. I hear that other countries on earth are no different around there. But what makes our country (Lyle) fundamentally different from other countries is that we are not very interested in acquiring more real estate than we currently hold. Normally I hear that the state is contending with each other over ownership of land that is real estate because of the securing of land for agriculture, land for raising livestock, etc. No, this is poorly expressed. So far, I have no territorial ambitions. At least that's what the senate people in my country (Lyle) say, so I'm sure they are. At the same time, he also says that when the time comes, he will hit the ground and make the country bigger. Although I don't care because this seems to be a long way off yet.

Anyway, fungi cultivation and livestock breeding are the main industries. but superficially. The industry behind it is an assassination. I get a request from anyone as long as they can pay me, and I will definitely assassinate any opponent. Without leaving any evidence that we assassinated him. Whoa, is this too much? Without getting to know my client. Sometimes an assassin can be caught if he fails. Keep secrets by choosing to die yourself so that your client's information does not leak in such cases. Of course if I can escape, I can escape. Suicide is really a last resort. Anyway, use your sword or magic to carry out an assassination request. So assassination personnel working outside the country are always sorted from those who can use magic.

Huh? If secrets are kept that far, you want to ask our country for a job, too? Of course, if you can pay Zenny exactly the right way, your job will be accepted without any problems first. If you want to ask our country (Lyle) for work, you don't have to ask our country (Lyle) destination agencies in the surrounding countries. You can go directly to our country (Lyle) and ask for help guarding the entrance to Elle Hay. You won't let me in Elle Hay, but I'm sure you'll accept my request. However, the remuneration is always paid in advance in a lump sum and, depending on the target, is quite expensive.

So there is rarely an assassination job. A few times a year would be better. The country itself is not very large, and whether or not it has a population of three to four thousand, so domestic industry alone can be almost self-sufficient. So the industry behind is only a subsidy among those to earn foreign currency. The rest earn foreign currency by exporting dried and dried mushrooms and secret medicines created from them to neighbouring countries. Or you haven't exported people as mercenaries. It is also called a battle slave.

Because of the work behind it in this way, I wonder if Durrow, or Dark Elves (Dark Elves), does not have a very good reputation in the countries on earth. But at the same time, it is known that not everyone is an assassin, so there is no such thing as suddenly being able to poke a sword. Somehow, really somehow, I think the people on the ground are too popular. Too serious. Should I say optimistic? I don't know, but I can't wipe the feeling unnatural.

I'm afraid the story is backwards and forwards, but the political form of our country (Lyle) is rather special. As I said earlier, there is a senate made up of ten people under Her Majesty the Queen Lils. These ten seniors are replaced one each year. My country (Lyle) has about twenty lineages where I can become an elder, and I produce elders with me around. All national decisions are made in this Senate. Her Majesty the Queen has not shown up in hundreds of years and is said to be a god of the present. Idol? Something came up again that I wasn't sure about. When the time is full, according to the elders, Her Majesty the Queen will be revealed, leading us and setting up a great war against the earth to strike out into the earth and build a paradise for our Dark Elves (dark elves). This is called the King's Road Rakudo Construction Plan among us.

Naturally, we go down to earth because we admire Her Majesty the Queen as the god of the present (climb, to be precise, but this is how it is expressed, since the entrance and exit of Elle Hay is only in the middle of Mount Kinlu. Actually, there are a few other secret entrances and exits, but that doesn't matter) There is no naming ritual going on except for the people who do the work. Because there are no shrines in the country. Ask them to go to one of the nearby cities, the Kingdom of Romberto, the Kingdom of Cambit or the Kingdom of Davis, to perform the naming ritual when they need to leave the country. So those whose names can be seen with an open status are basically limited to those of adult or near adult age. Not everyone, of course.

Of those who are thus subjected to the ritual of naming, let me begin by introducing them to the warrior class. Third place warrior class. This is because hunting demons around Mount Kinlu and getting demonic stones is my job, so I also have contact with the outside world. Naturally exorcising demons encountered during the expansion of underground tunnels is also included in the work. There is also a domestic outlook. Then the second-ranking warrior class. Their main job is to guard the entrance and exit of Elle Hay. Naturally there is contact with the outside world. And a warrior class. These are the amazing men who have been certified to be capable of taking on the occasional job of assassination. We need to be able to use all elemental magic as well as swords, and in some cases we naturally need to interact with people on the ground because they lurk beside target figures on a year-by-year basis.

Next is the winning class. It is a profession commonly referred to as a merchant in oath. The hierarchy is assumed to be higher than that of a warrior because it will acquire valuable foreign currency. They sell products from our country (Lyle) to neighboring countries. The ritual of naming will also be indispensable to them.

And then there are the elders. Because in some cases there may be political negotiations going out to neighbouring countries.

Others, exceptional but also executed when some sinner is dropped into the slave class. Because we need to make amends for our sins by selling ourselves as slaves and acquiring foreign currency. Once sold, the criminal record in our country (Lyle) will be erased. Then take some action, and if you are freed from the slave class, you will be clear and free. You don't have to come back to my country (Lyle) to be particularly punished. Because of this, it seems Durrow's combat slaves sell very high.

They also say that there is only about one person every few years, but some people leave Errehay and travel for some reason. They also go first to get a naming ritual.

Since it is normal for people in the service class, who constitute the majority of our country (Lyle) other than these, to end that life without even receiving a ritual of naming for the rest of their lives, those who have completed the ritual of naming can gather a certain amount of respect except for slaves. When I say service class, I'm not a slave. This is just what I call people in general who are engaged in livestock and mushroom cultivation and expansion of underground tunnels.

Each has a third-place warrior class of about 300, a second-place warrior class of about 100, and a first-place warrior class of about 100. The elder has about 50 people. There are also about 50 winning classes. There are also retirees, so this is how many people will be. Only the elder lineage and the winning class lineage are hereditary, so they are framed separately, but only the warrior class is sorted from among the service classes. Each year, a service-class child, who turned seven the previous year, is gathered in one place to perform sword arches. Most children receive some sword gestures from their families and warrior and former warrior classes living in the neighborhood before they are collected. In my own case, I had already received a clue from my late father.

And at the same time, magic training takes place. There is a huge personal difference, but most things will be able to use some kind of magic. Among them, only one grip who has mastered all elemental magic in a year up to the age of eight is isolated as a reserve for the first-place warrior class and transferred to a separate and dedicated educational curriculum. Those who at last had no magic at all in the same period would be freed at that point and returned to their homes. They're both under 10% of the total. Training can continue with just over 80% of the remaining personnel. But there's another hurdle in a year. Those who by now cannot use the second type of elemental magic will be freed and returned to their homes as a service class. About half of the children left here fall off. Training will continue at about 40% of the total number remaining. It should be noted that at this point, one of the four elemental magics that has become available is incorporated into the reserve of the first warrior class isolated at a lower age.

I only break the lower back of the story a little, but for the first time since I was able to use magic, I learned the convenience of something called magic. Is it so convenient to be able to twist and bend some laws of physics? Extreme stories, what seems absolutely impossible, can also be done without problems. For example, mix the tea with the water you serve yourself. From there, we can remove only the water that we put out ourselves again, for no reason. As long as there is magic, or even a small amount, we will be able to separate coffee from water. Hmm? What's coffee?

Let's get back to it. Thereafter, the sword and magic training can continue with those who remain. Every year the degree of training such as moving to the first place warrior class and non-magical swords is confirmed, and the number of people here is basically decreasing. And in another four years, in the year of the thirteenth year, a few people will be pulled from the good grades to the gatekeepers as second-place warrior class apprenticeships, and the rest will become third-place warrior class apprenticeships to take hunting and guarding duties.

The first quarantined reserve group of first-place warrior classes will continue to train, but magic, anyway, will be returned to the second-tier third-tier warrior class training group if it is seen as failing to reach a stipulation in training courses such as swords. If the provisions have not been reached in the annual discernment there, naturally, they will be returned to the family as a service class. He is thirteen years old while still in this group, and as a first warrior class apprentice, he can belong to the lower ranks of the first warrior class in many places every year, such as three to four, and so on, which also means one in fewer years.

For this reason, the first warrior class earns considerable respect. In some cases, we may reward our country (Lyle) with more than white gold coins for one job. It is only natural that those who fight with their bodies up to enrich their country should be respected. Naturally, the winning class is more respected than that. When the winning class deals in countries to acquire foreign currency, they are always accompanied by one warrior from the first warrior class, one commander from the second warrior class and six from the third warrior class as escorts. It is seen as necessary to protect goods and sales from demons and pirates and, at the same time, to protect valuable carriages and horses for our country (Lyle). They even hire external escorts when going through high-risk areas.

It's too sloppy, but let's stop explaining our country (Lyle) to this extent. Sooner or later, when the time comes for a little more detailed explanation, it will be my own story.

As I mentioned at the beginning, I was blessed with athletic abilities unlike other children and, even more thankfully, excelled in magical powers, so I was allowed to belong as an apprentice to the first class of warriors. The training of the warrior class also includes language, and he learned Ragdarios (Common Language), a language that is common in the Aus in addition to Durrow (Durrowish), which is normally spoken in our country (Lyle). Although they have quite a lot in common, they were educated to learn intonation, fine name differences, etc. and to have no difficulty working in the surrounding countries. For this reason, I learned to say "I" and "myself" instead of "I" or "I" or "yum" about a single person. In Durrow (Durrowish), one name was separated by gender, but in Raghdarios (Common Language) I was taught that it was only about "me" or "myself", so I started to say "myself" somehow. There is no particular reason. Is it because the person who told me, if I were strong, said "myself"? Naturally, he was also educated in modifications to two or three names, narrative tails, and various expressions.

When some months had passed since the magic I had begun to learn at the age of seven was available, I met God. I'm sure it's His Majesty Lils. In a bright white space like no body of my own, I was told quickly that I didn't really understand, and I saw a view that I didn't really understand. I saw it, it poured in more than I said. Aside from His Majesty Lils, the god of the living, there is nothing else that can do that.

When I was about to fall into the extreme of confusion when I was poured into my head from the next to the next that I didn't know exactly what it was like to get a new raw or inherently skilled or have a high growth rate, I was asked if I had any final questions. At that time I called you "Your Majesty" because I was already convinced you were His Majesty Lils, but the voice echoing in my head was "Your Majesty?" When I said it with a nuance that seemed suspicious only for a moment, I thought of it.

This presence is not His Majesty Lils. Because at the time I first spoke, I had already spoken in a language I knew from the very beginning, not Durou (Duroulish) or Raghdarios (Common Language). If it wasn't His Majesty Lils, who the hell would it be? I thought, but it flowed into a strange space with a voice at the same time I thought. I told him to just call me "God" for now because that being can't pronounce his name, and he shut up. I kept my mouth shut with confusion myself. I had no choice but to ask about the inherent skills I had shelved without resolving anything as I had always wondered.

After a while, I found myself awake. There was a window in front of me that looked like a status open. There's...

"In a way, this is where life comes from in this world. Some people haven't even reached this entrance yet, but you've already stepped over the starting line. From now on, it's your freedom to do anything.

Also, I suggest you live a life where you don't just regret it because you will never reincarnate again. Also, you have a serious problem. I couldn't get rid of it completely because I didn't have enough time, but I did everything I could. I did some help to make it easier to get rid of that problem, but you won't feel anything particularly different at the moment. In another year or two, you might be able to solve the problem by triggering something. I don't even know what triggers it. I suggest you give it a try. "

It said: It is memorable that I didn't wonder why I could read it when it was supposed to be a letter I don't know.

Anyway, what I learned at this time was a huge shock to my life. I don't know if it's a lie or a truth, and there can't be some sort of technique to look into, but I just think that all I can do about that is be comparable to His Majesty Lils or His Majesty.

They say I was born, raised, and died in an accident in another world. Until now, I couldn't convince or accept it, but I can understand it. Because I knew weird words, and I had grown up thinking since I was a baby. There are 39 people in Aus who are in the same situation as me, but I can't even look into that, so it's either a lie or a truth. And that all of them are starting their lives over from scratch is okay.

But if they are true, they should preserve the continuity of memory and consciousness, but in my case I have memories of language and the strange knowledge that comes up occasionally, but I don't remember living in another world. The definition of what it refers to as consciousness is unclear, but if it refers to the ability to think like an adult, it is also not convinced. I can imagine saying that I'm sure this is the big problem I have. But now what happens if you regain the memory that you lived in another world?

They also say reborn humans have a greater degree of growth than the Aus in general, but if that's true, I'm honestly happy, and even if it was a lie, there's no harm in it. However, I feel that my athletic abilities slightly outweigh but exceed those of other children my age. It was accepted that this was true because it could not be that there had been any growth since birth.

The same applies to unique skills. I already know I have unique skills. I know because I've told no one, and that's why I haven't even told my parents or my brother, but they told me when my status was still small enough to be open. It is my unique skill to say 'troop formation (partisation)'. I was wondering if I could use it like infrared vision (Infrastructure Vision) or inclination sensing Inclination Sensing, but that didn't happen.

I didn't know how to use it, and I didn't know anything about it, so I left it alone, but I could understand it by what you taught me about the existence that calls itself God. They use it against people who really understand themselves. They just need to have a sense in their minds that they really understand who they are or that they are worried about them. On top of that, he pointed his opponent's consciousness at himself, contacting the target audience and saying that he needed to be able to accept the existence of himself. It's a pain in the ass. What do you say, mostly because we could have formed a unit?

I thought so and let it go for a while, but when it was, yes, when I was about eleven, I had never tried using it before. The other brother was already an adult at the time. My parents were already in the other world at the time, so my brother was the only one who seemed to worry about me or understand me. When I asked a question about my training on my worried face when I got home from vacation, I noticed that I was using it. I tried using it while holding my brother's hand I put on the table and telling him, "Don't worry, I'm working on it". At that time, only a little bit my brother looked surprised, but he smiled right at me.

Then, for some time afterwards, somehow, the direction and distance of my brother's whereabouts could be perceived. After an hour, such a strange sensation disappeared, except that it had never changed anything else. At one point after I met God, I tried to do the same thing to my fellow trainees who were canned with me, but I never felt this way.

Again, that was true. Maybe my brother, who is a family member, was worried about himself without loss. By contrast, the people around me who were close to haters because of their appearance and so on could not use them because they never broke their hearts against themselves as much as their brother. When I thought so, I finally found my mind closed firmly against my surroundings. One day like that, there was an event that changed my mind.

As a matter of course, the contents of education differ in the first warrior class education course in the year in which they attended the education course. Naturally, it gradually becomes more and more advanced. Then something comes out that falls off and goes home as a service class. There are only three to four more in the same year as in the final year of the five-year education period because they are assigned as apprentices in the year they turn thirteen. It's normal to have about one or two older children mixed up there. Among the same years remaining, there were children who always managed to catch on with critical grades in their annual discernment.

Though critical and catchy, first-place warrior class education courses are quite good because they are very demanding. There was no one to train me in pairs with the hated person's self, who always completed high grades in a way that jumped through the head, but when I went on to this last educational course, the child, who always paired with him, was identified and returned to the second-tier warrior class education course. I didn't care because the kid who was thrown out was always the kind of kid who came stuffing (nagging) based on his appearance against me, and I managed to survive training alone that I couldn't complete without a pair.

But that, everyone thought it would be difficult for a girl named Erwick Renthalas to get through future training without a pair. So the professor, Dr. Dendaroz, told Erwick and himself to be a new pair. I guess only Earl, who has the lowest grades, tried to pair himself with the best. To be honest, there's nothing to benefit me where there was a pair now, but the professor must have something called the professor's idea. I had no choice but to pair up with Earl. It's also big that Earl doesn't remember saying anything negative about her appearance unlike her partner so far.

I don't know why, but Earl made a good connection to himself. I became the first person to be nicknamed outside of my family. I felt kind of awkward, but I didn't feel bad. Could it be because Earl's hair is somewhat like a dark wine red color? Were you as inferior to the color of your ugly hair as you were? I don't care now.

The distance between herself and her gradually approached. It didn't take long for Pan to be able to hang out with unminded friends. Between herself and her, the trenches she was the only one digging were buried whenever she could come and go freely. What if she did? I tried using 'Troop Formation (partisation)' as I did to my brother one day after nearly six months. I found myself wrapped up in the same feeling I had when I made him my brother.

Earl smiled and said to me, "I kind of feel Mizuchi close to me". Mizuchi is my nickname, and I've narrowed down the name Mizuelit Chizumagrol. I was smiling at Earl myself. Later, in the training conducted, our pair were able to repair good grades that overwhelmed the other pairs.

Before I finally received my assignment as an apprentice, I was able to get by with good grades using 'troop formation (partisation)' as usual on the day of my last discernment. Only two people this year, myself and Earl, were able to become the first warrior class apprentices.

The assignment naturally broke up. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. Even though I'm young, I don't mean to use a bunch of two newcomers who have just finished their education classes, etc. It can also lead to the crushing of a valuable first place warrior class. For the time being, each pairs up with a senior to work with. The discernment takes place again a year later, and there is no way I can give an opinion or anything until the title of apprentice comes off.

Myself and Earl began to learn to work in pairs with each other's senior female # 1 warrior class middle-aged warriors in their early 20s. A year later, it was clear and the title of apprentice was taken. We celebrated each other's safe turning fourteen, drinking enough to get drunk for the first time. The first-place warrior class is allowed to do whatever they do while they have no job. You won't be seen with white eyes even if you've been drinking since daytime.

Earl soon got a new job. It was a request from a senior nobleman in the Kingdom of Cambit. Sounds like an assassination of a political opponent. The goal is also a senior nobleman, so it will probably take some time to examine the mansion, gather information on behavioral patterns, etc. Earl is stuck on his first solo assignment. I was just a little jealous of her because I hadn't been assigned a single job yet.

A few months later, a request came to me. The contents were the assassination of the political enemy and the escort of the client himself. The client was Earl's target. This happens very rarely. I would have liked someone to replace me if I could, but it's my first solo assignment I've just finally got an apprenticeship. Besides, I always need expensive drugs for my sick brother. I can only fulfill my solemn request.

You will never forget the surprised face when you put your sword up against Earl, who has snuck into the house of a senior nobleman who is your escort. She thought of herself as a reinforcement until recently. But on his death, he apologized, "I'm sorry I made you suffer". I killed my own goal, Earl's client, crying, and my own client also killed Earl to accomplish the task he received. It is unacceptable to miss Earl because in my country (Lyle) our client dies. You pay for it, you fulfill the request as accurately as you can. The first request could not be accomplished immediately. Earl's lack of power was considered to have been bad and he danced.

I felt my heart closed to my shell again.

The months went by and my reputation as a warrior of my own who carried out without omission a task that seemed to me to be some difficulty. Often, however, I am in a position to have a married person killed, but because of my ugly appearance and my sick brother, who is thought to be a gold-eating bug, not a single drunken person would ever show up to apply to marry me. My frozen heart had even disappeared to regret such a thing.

The only sign that I still have something that seems emotional left to me is that I continue to be disgusted by the ruthlessness of my country (Lyle), but I can't leave my brother and run away. Only my brother, weakening year after year, was the support of his own heart that remained marginally. My thoughtful uncle and his wife are taking care of my brother so I can immerse myself in the task of making money in peace. My uncle and his wife can't get their heads up. All the rewards for my salary and fulfillment of my request as my number one warrior class are spent on my brother's medication except for the expenses I really need. I can't even give thanks to my uncle and his wife.

When I was sixteen. It happened when I was on an asshole assignment, dragging my tired body back to Elle Hay slowly. It's in a famous labyrinth in a city called Balduk in the Kingdom of Lomberto. I used my strength, shrugged my nerves, and I was tired and activated a trap. It's not directly life-threatening, but it's life-threatening, no matter what you think. It fitted into the pitfalls leading to the lower tier. inclined null and unable to resist slippery floors and walls, falling more and more into the lower layers.

I guess tilted pitfalls that you don't have to use inclination sensing "Inclination Sensing" or something like that have a low coefficient of friction. Without all the clues, he dragged himself into the depths where he couldn't resist.