Ring Ring

The time is 9 pm. Red Garrell, a sorcerer serving the king of this country, stood up lightly as the wolf barked in the distant woods.

Because an angry ”hero” sensed signs of approaching this room.

This was a room in the castle, the room that Garrell had been given by the king.

Crystal balls are placed on dark glowing gems, snake or frog bin packs that don't know what to use for, small demon stripping, and suspicious tools. And there was a big mirror on the wall, and a bookshelf filled with magic books occupied the rest of the space.

It's a room with a lot of mess and stuff, but this is the garrel specification. He has several other places to live, but everywhere is scattered like this.

Garrell kicked the curse mask that was rolling on the floor with his leg and went away, sighing and sitting in his favorite chair. It is a flashy chair with a golden colour on the fine sculpture and a cloth on the seat and back with an embroidered plant.

"I thought we'd find out someday, but it's too soon. No way. You check every day?

Relax and put your feet together as you listen to the footsteps approaching the room.

Garrell is the best magician in the kingdom, characterized by his long, deep-red hair. Or maybe it's not an exaggeration to say the best in the world.

I always wear flashy colored clothes to match my hair, and the robes that are woven with feathers are bright red. There are multiple jewellery pieces on his neck and arms, making noises that hiccup every time he moves.

"Gallery!"

The door opened up vigorously and a man came inside.

This is the country's hero, Crust Orpheus. Disturbs silver hair and stuffs it in the garrel.

"Give it back."

That's all he said in a low voice.

Garrell shakes his ear ornaments sharply and puts them away.

"Hey, Crust. How are you? You look busy as ever. By the way, I'm busy looking like this, too. If you have something to do, I'll see you next time --"

"You want to be slashed? Give me back my belongings."

But it didn't work on the crust. He means it. I put my hand on my hip sword, and I'm still trying to pull it out.

Garrell grinned at that age unknown beautiful face, with ruby-like red eyes, looking back at the empty eyes of the crust.

"You're that one. Normally, your eyes change color as soon as it comes to" you in the other world ", even though you are silent and lack emotional expression. But it's better that way than clear. Isn't it human and fascinating?"

"Don't make me say it again and again. My belongings--"

"Don't worry, it's here."

Look, and when Garrell moved his fingers, suddenly the cloth bag fell in front of the crust. Unfortunately demonstrate the goodness of the reflex nerve in front of you and grab it up well before it falls to the floor.

When I opened the bag and checked, there was proper crust clothing inside.

These are the ”world over there” clothes that Crust wore three years ago when he returned to this world. What Shiori chose and gave to the crust.

The crust was relieved when it was found that the contents were safe. This is just one piece of evidence that you've been to Earth. Connection with Shiori, memorable, just one thing. I was suddenly sent back to this world without any prior consultation, so I couldn't bring anything else.

Crust glanced at the red-haired sorcerer in front of him. In the first place, everything is wrong with this guy.

Three years ago, Garrell turned the crust into an experiment in "transporting magic" that was still under development. Garrell emphasized that he didn't mean to "jump a little to the castle's backyard and just try to surprise me, it's true," but because Garrell's magic was too powerful, the crust went beyond the world with its transporting magic.

Instead of the castle's backyard, it was a completely stranger to the other world--it was flown all the way to Earth.

And then, in the three months leading up to Garrell's discovery of the existence of the other world and the development of Summoning Magic, Crust was to live in that world.

Crust thinks. He said he was glad that he had been transferred to Shiori. Without her help, it would have been difficult to live safely in a different world without words.

Caring, shy, a little dodgy and cute. Remembering such a poetic weave, Crust loosened his mouth all the time.

I even think I can thank Garrell for meeting Shiori.

"It's so nibbly. It's disgusting, you."

Garrell said as he put his cheek cane on the elbow of the chair. Foreword withdrawn, Crust put a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"What were you going to do about stealing my clothes?

The crust is awesome that depending on the answer, it's not just that.

This garment was kept in the safe of the mansion where the crust lived. But when the crust who went home after work checked the safe as usual, all the jewelry and the likeness of the letter of rights he had put in with him remained, but only the cloth bag with the clothes was missing.

The killer broke himself because he did not have any hands on the technique of removing the contents without breaking the vault or the gold-eyed one.

So the crust came unto Garrell without hesitation.

Ever since the crust was small, this is what Garrell has been like. It doesn't change my personality or my appearance. Rumors that he has lived for over a hundred years using witchcraft do not seem to be a lie, either.

But I've lived a long time, so I guess I'm free. So it's always fun —— looking for free ingredients. That's what Crust thought.

The only trouble is that 'fun' for Garrell is' annoying 'for others.

And for some reason, Krust has been liked by Garrell and is a little annoyed. It was only three years ago.

I couldn't help but be wary that Crust might be up to something again this time.

"I hope you don't look so scared. I thought and acted on you."

Garrell said without offense. It is usual for attitudes to seem great.

"Yes, I just want to say a few words before we get down to business, you know, you should rethink the treatment of that garment. I honestly think it stinks a little perverted to put some clothes in a bag that people think I got and put them in the safe. Besides, you haven't washed those clothes once, have you? You think washing it will make your memories disappear? Or do you hate it when the smell in her room on your clothes disappears? If so, that's something that's already really do--"

With his sword poked at his crust, Garrell finally shut his mouth.

The two of you shouldn't get along so badly when it looks like this. At least that's what Garrell believes.

"What were you trying to do by stealing clothes?

The crust asks again.

Garrell exhaled as he had noticed.

"I was trying to get her over here. Crust's" You in the Other World. "

Crast was agitated and solidified to Garrell's answer, which was not what he expected. I open my eyes and manage to spill words.

"Shiori, here...?

"That's right. And that required her belongings."

"But... clothes don't belong to Shiori. She's the one who picked and bought it, but I'm the one who wore it."

"Yes, so I figured I couldn't do it in those clothes either. But I'm going to find out..."

Garrell leaked a laugh there once.

"I was talking about the clothes. Just one, her hair."

There is light in the eyes of the crust. However, emotions such as "expectation” and ”hope” that sprang from the depths of my heart were desperately held back from appearing on the surface.

What happens if you succeed in summoning magic with that hair?

Even though he doesn't want to, he's forced to pull her into this world and what happens.

Though Crust thought so, he couldn't help but ask Garrell.

"So... what about that hair? You did some summoning magic?

"Oh, I did it. During the day."

At the same time as hearing Garrell's reply, Crust stuffed him and grabbed his shoulder tightly.

"Then what about Shiori? Where is Shiori now..."

The resistance I was feeling in the palm of my hand is foggy.

The garrel in front of me vanished like smoke.

"There he is... willing to crush my shoulder bones? Just calm down."

But in the next moment, Garrell stood in the corner of the room away from the crust. And I say it sounds a little bad.

"I tried summoning magic, but I didn't say it was a success"

"Did you fail...?

Garrell noticed that Crust was deeply disappointed.

"Unfortunately. Activating surgery didn't bring anyone to the convocation."

"Then what about Shiori?

"I'm not here. The technique has failed, so you should still be living a normal life in that world."

"... right"

Crust said as discouraged. Very sad if you think of yourself alone. The more my heart seems to screw off.

But if you think about Shiori, I think this is a good idea. Good thing I failed.

"Never again, don't try to call her over here. She has her life, too. All right?"

"... if that's all you need."

Garrell shrugged his shoulder. The same is true of Garrell who is discouraged. I wanted to see what the hell "You in the Other World" was like, and I wanted to see what a pleasant reaction the crust reunited with her would have.

Silence flowed into the room for a while. I thought it was something I'd just go home to when I finished talking to you, but I can't move looking at the floor.

Garrell asked by cutting the numbness.

"What's wrong with you?

Krust slowly raised his face, turning his pleading gaze to Garrell.

"Send me... over there, will you?

"No, you can't. I told you before."

Garrell looked serious and answered instantly.

"It's certainly easier for me to send you over there than to summon 'you from another world' over here. It's much easier to move people you know than people you don't. But after all, there's no guarantee of success. And..."

"And?"

Garrell turned to the crust.

"We cannot send the heroes of this country to the rest of the world. For this country, you are now so important as to stand alongside His Majesty. It's not easy to lose."

"Heroes, they're just calling around on their own."

If I had hit the demon with all those no-go thoughts about the loneliness born of not being able to meet Shiori, or the frustration with myself dragging her about forever, I would just say that at some point I would have wiped them out beautifully and completely.

"But..." he prefaced, Crust changing the subject.

"That's surprising. I can't believe you're thinking about your country."

"For once, I work under Your Majesty. I also get a small salary and luxury from the state. I'm going to do as much work as I can."

I lay my eyes down and laugh and say, Garrel.

After a few seconds of thinking, Crust said again.

"... I'm not going to live all the way over there. I just want to go say thank you. I'll be right back. Even Shiori won't want me to stay long. Whatever. I'm not gonna do anything over there."

Crust laughs as he mocks himself. If you go outside with your sword, it's a world where you'll be caught by an organization called the 'Police'. There's no way a knight can be active.

Garrell still shook his head.

"No, you can't. I'm just going to say thank you or something, because when I actually go over there and see the face of" You in the Other World, "I'm determined that you don't want to leave. Even if we force him back here, he'll only deepen his untrained skills."

To say that much, I kept going in good shape to tease him.

"You better know your untrained personality. He looks refreshed and uninterested in women, and he's the kind of guy who keeps putting clothes he thinks people give him in the safe for three years. Besides, you're the kind of guy who checks every day to see if someone stole it. Who the hell would steal such clothes?

"It's you."

Crust said spicy.

But I'm also convinced that Garrell is right about the "untrained" part. I still keep thinking about her...

The crust exhaled to sever its femininity, twitching and inverting her body.

"Return"

And on the verge of going out the door to the hallway, he looked back at Garrell and left his advice.

"Don't stick your neck in me or her anymore."

After the crust went away, Garrell groaned potpourrily.

"Oh, my God, you're so easy to understand."

Does he realize that his hindsight is like a abandoned dog? Three years ago, just after returning to this world, the crust was just like that.

Though the moon seemed to have brought it back to life by its side, it was clear that Crust was always looking for the 'you of the other worlds' -- the Ciori thing. Others would not know, but it was at least apparent to Garrell's eyes.

Ninety percent of Garrell's attempts at summoning magic were out of interest, but the remaining ten percent were for crusts. It's very unusual for Garrell to move for others, if it's a lonely percentage.

For Garrell, who has a rare talent for witchcraft and has lived a different life than ordinary people, Crust is special in a way. Because even if there is a difference between witchcraft and sword, Crust is another talented genius.

You're on the same stage as yourself, the only human being.

Simply put, I'm attached. When the crust is happy, I can somehow be happy myself. That's what I feel.

So I tried to call Siori to this world, and Crust tells me not to do anything extra.

"I don't know, even if they told me to try summoning magic again, I can't because I lost Siori's hair."

Garrell looked over at his room, messy and messy. While finding the hair you've dropped somewhere in this space will probably not be possible forever.