Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Downstairs stretched from the edge of the square.

Downhill about two metres wide, it is a staircase constructed to lay a stone in an inconsistent shape so that one step is roughly a tatami loose interval.

The people who go back down the stairs after mining the stones.

Some of them appeared to be heirs.

Surrounded by trees around the left and right, the mountain path, whose branches are also covered over the head, is slightly dim.

If this is daylight, then maybe the leaking day shoots comfortably from the gaps in the branches, but unfortunately now is the time when the day is already approaching. The light of the day leaking through the branches was weak and slightly chilly.

(... Speaking of which, is it a little cold?

The heir puts on an arm that has been stripped off his short sleeve.

Japan should have been the early summer, but is it different here?

It's far from freezing, but if the sun goes down completely, it could be a little hard on short sleeves.

As I was going down the stairs enough with that in mind, the downward slope gradually slowed down and finally the stairs at my feet broke off.

When I got there, the trees opened completely, and I could see the city spreading beyond.

SSS

It was a beautiful city there.

Unlike stairs made of uneven stones, cobblestones paved with uniform bricks were lined with two- and three-story buildings finished with lacquered walls.

But again, I should say, the town smelled somewhere old and I couldn't feel the modern smell at all.

(Sure, straight ahead, left hand side just before plugging into the boulevard...... you were)

The heir, recalling the information given to the dewstorer, did not even enter the sidewalk, as he was told, and proceeded straight ahead.

As he kept walking, he soon hit a crowded path.

It stretched left and right in a way that intersects the path that had been taken, it was a big street.

(Is this the boulevard you were talking about?

The heir built a lot of shops and such, and looked over the boulevard where people would go busily.

(Probably not wrong, but he said the inn of purpose was just before it plugged into the boulevard, and that means it's already too street...?

If so, we have to get back on the road a little.

I thought so, and it was the moment my heir looked back on the path she had originally come...

Just somehow,

Very naturally,

That got into my sight.

I went back the way I had been...

I went back up the stairs that came down. Still further ahead...

Even the earlier caves jumped over. Yet further ahead - it was there.

That was a mountain.

No, in the common sense of heirs, mountains are shaped close to triangles. That's the mountain.

Then that's not a mountain.

Not the mountain, it was thorny.

It stretched from the ground to the sky - yes, it was like turning the hard upside down, it was a thorn.

Never, however, allow that scale to be called thorn, etc.

It was protruding out of the woods, piercing the clouds, stretching out to heaven.

The grandeur was still nothing short of a mountain.

The heir looked up at that improbable pile of shapes, without blocking his open mouth.

Just flashy.

And in front of a sight that could never be possible in my own common sense, my doubts about the myriad inexplicable phenomena that have been all on hold exploded all at once in my mind.

In a country called Japan, where all the knowledge and experience that had been gained over seventeen years had blown away, there was only one answer rolling into the heart of a beautiful renovation.

- - This wasn't Earth.

SSS

The city is loud and noisy.

The owner of a store that makes a fool of itself. A middle-aged man who rushes in there asking me to wait and finish shopping in a hurry. Women who talk to the peppers but get home early.

As surrounded by those hustle and bustle, the clear sound of slamming the colors, colors, and metals echoed throughout the city.

It's not an unpleasant sound. Rather, it could be described as a serene tone.

As woken by its tone, the consciousness of the heir has returned to reality.

With a head that still did not work well, he glanced around blurred, and there was a view of the city dyed in the sunset, as well as a spiny mountain dyed in a cedar colour, which he saw soaring toward heaven in grandeur.

(Reality...... this is reality?... What is reality?

While fleeing reality in that way, he was afraid that the sun would continue to set, and his successor, who was beginning to look for the inn taught by the outdoor shopkeeper only with his gaze, could be said to be calm on the way.

He was kept calm because the possibility that this is not the planet never crossed his mind before. Until now, however, it was too absurd to unconsciously rule out that idea.

Finding an inn and letting your gaze and feet wander, about a minute or two.

- The Dragon's Nest Pavilion.

About ten meters back from the boulevard, I found the building I was looking for.

The heirs were able to read the letters, engraved on a metal sign fixed on its outer wall - somewhere similar to a katakana but never recognisable - as a matter of course. Apparently I can understand words as well as even letters.

(Like being brain modified by an alien and thrown out by another star...? No, there's such a thing as a magic ore, and that means I've come to the fantasy world with magical powers...)

If I thought it was hard and hard in front of the sign, I would have started to be swallowed up by the sun around me at some point.

The heir interrupted his thought once and stepped into the Dragon's Nest Pavilion with his hands on the building door.

When I knocked at the door, there was something like a counter in the back of the front. And what you see on your right hand side would be the dining room. There were a number of tables lined with dishes, and the men, who could be called bent, enjoyed a noisy meal.

The heir shakes off the smell that seems to make his nose tickle and heads straight to what appears to be the front counter.

…………

The person waiting there looked far from what his successor expected.

I wasn't expecting a beautiful reception. Still, the heir approached the counter thinking it was something that would come out of an old man or a middle-aged man with a good width.

That's not what I've been waiting for.

It was the giant and the confused big man there.

Obviously over two meters tall. Even the larger body is covered in thick muscles and the white shirt worn is all ripped off. And extreme is a beautifully shaved skinhead and an overly sharp eye glowing beneath it.

The gaze was directed at his heir that even the killer would not be that sharp.

(What, Osama as tough as this lie...)

I thought reflexively, did I go in the wrong store?

But that can't be right. I checked the signs again and again.

I can't believe the outdoor shopkeeper tricked me, and I get my head.

The heir, surprised, can't stand by silently forever, so he tells the big man, who seems to be the innkeeper, what to do.

"I want to ask for a night. Is your room empty?

"... private rooms only. I won't allow you to use the dining room. … five silver coins if that's okay."

Apparently, there's no mistake in the inn.

I'm sorry I doubted you, but my heir apologized to the dewstorer in her heart.

The private room was originally meant to be so there is no problem. It was more about whether there were other rooms than private rooms.

As for the dining room, does that mean no at first sight? I don't know, but I bought dried meat, so I don't have a problem with that either. The heir handed the big silver coin to the store owner.

Receive a silver coin for fishing and be guided to your room by a strict shopkeeper.

He walked up the stone staircase to the third floor and was guided to the room that was right in front of him when he saw it from the staircase.

"This is the key. This is light and hot water."

That's what the shopkeeper told me and handed me was a simple key with a protrusion at the tip of the stick and two silver, shiny metal cylinders that doubled the length of the AA battery.

(Whatever the key is, what's this one?

The heir hisses her eyebrows as she looks at the metal barrel.

I think they told me it was' light 'and' water 'if I wasn't mistaken in hearing it, but I don't know what it means. It's just a metal cylinder.

"- What's this?

He was the heir I honestly asked because I couldn't even think about it and I couldn't tell, but now the store owner frowned when I heard his question.

What are you talking about? This kid's got a hard face to say.

Seeing that reaction, his heir noticed that apparently this metal cylinder was a knowledgeable and natural, commonsense substitute, but he sometimes said he was a customer, and he reopened it and urged the shopkeeper to explain it with only his gaze.

Then when the store owner took the cylinder from his heir's hand, he entered the room and inserted the cylinder into the head of a lantern-shaped object about thirty centimetres on the table.

At that moment, the light lights the pah and the object.

I see. It's definitely a light, my successor thought.

Apparently the cylinder is a battery or something.

"- The same goes for the water. Store water in a bath kettle, then insert“ demon stone ”and it becomes water. When you stop, you just stay out of it."

The lights went out when the shopkeeper pulled the cylinder of metal he called the Demon Stone out of the object.

No matter how I looked at it, it didn't look like a stone, but when my heir waved the cylinder, I heard a shaky noise from inside. Apparently, there's something inside the metal barrel. Maybe that's the stone.

"I see, okay"

"Check-out is until the noon bell is over. After that, I'll charge you an extra."

Leaving it at that, the shopkeeper left the room.

"-... Phew"

When the shopkeeper left, the heir locked the room and jumped into bed for a breath.

It was the most turbulent day of my heir's life.

I died in an accident while I was out of school, I should have died in a cave, and if I tried to leave the cave, it wasn't Earth.

We still have no idea what's going on, what's going to happen, or if we can get back to Earth.

Still...

"Alive."

Grip your fist tight and pull out your strength.

There was blood on the palm of the whitened palm and it coloured red.

I was more than relieved by that.

Wherever this is, whatever's going on, it's alive, for sure.

When his heir breathed deeply again, he let his body sink into the bed.

I enjoyed the pleasant feeling for a while as it was, but how long did he sink into a soft bed until that consciousness, accumulating fatigue he didn't even realize himself.