125 She Creates a Small Revolution (1/2)
”Um...I am not quite following this well, but...you two are from the same place?” Christian asked.
Robin looked up. ”Ah. Well, you could say that. Same world, I suppose. But, judging from his accent, He's from England. I've only ever been there for war re-enactments, so I'm pretty sure we've never met before.”
”Ah, that's for sure.” Quinn nodded. ”I was a genuine NEET. There's no way I wouldn't recognize someone I knew. But, out of curiosity, where were you located, Robin?”
”Me? Hmm...Well, on paper, I am an American citizen. But, somehow, I ended up spending most of my time everywhere else? I mean, there aren't really any localized sword arts in a country that's barely 300 years old.” Robin replied, somewhat at a loss.
”Ah. True.” Quinn nodded. ”Out of curiosity, what made you become a swordsman in the first place?”
”Hmm? To be honest, my older brother dragged me into it. Why?” Robin asked.
”Nothing really, it's just that, all the heroes have been swordsmen, so I was wondering if that was somewhat of a pre-requisite for hero summoning. The last hero was a kendo prodigy.” Quinn answered.
”Wait, how long have you been here?” Robin asked.
”About 12o years or so, since I left in 2007.” Quinn said.
”Um...hate to break it to you, Quinn, but it's only 2019 back on earth.” Robin said. ”If it truly is the case, where 12 years becomes 120 years...Then there might be a time discrepancy between worlds.”
”Oh? Be sure to check the date when you return, then.” Quinn replied.
”Now I'm curious.” Robin said. ”Haven't you ever thought of going back?”
”Of course I have, plenty of times! Just the idea of how many new games there probably are to play gets me excited. But, then again, why would I return to play video games, when I can live in one?” Quinn pointed out.
”I see.” At that point, Robin completely forgot why she felt Quinn's backstory sounded familiar.
”When are you going to send us out?” Gerard asked.
”You want to leave that badly, huh...” Quinn noted. ”Okay then! everyone into the carriage!”
”But, it's so small. How are we all going to fit in it?” Sir Drago asked.
”You could very well ask how we can fit in a slime's stomach, as well.” Chelsea quipped.
”True.” Robin laughed. ”Come on in, Sir Drago. I assure you, it's bigger on the inside.”
”Eh?” Sir Drago did not understand. While everyone filed into the carriage, enjoying Sir Drago's surprise at how much space was inside, Quinn stayed outside until everyone had entered. Then he grew larger, like a bubble, and engulfed the entire carriage before returning to regular size. After that, he disappeared.
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In the grasslands, near the road, a slime spat out another slime. The second slime blew up into a big bubble, before it broke apart, Revealing the carriage from its center. The second slime was then absorbed back into the first slime, leaving the carriage behind. Quinn cleared his throat, then tapped on the carriage door.
The door opened. ”Oh? did we forget to let you in, Quinn- eh...”
Robin made a strange face as she looked out at the surroundings. After a few moments, she managed to pull her expression back together.
”That was...Quick.” She said, awkwardly.
”Heheh.” Quinn used his mimic magic to return to his human appearance. ”It's actually a lot easier to speak this way. But, now that you're out, I heard from Oracle that your looking for demon protectorates?”
”Yes. I'm trying to find a way back home, and I heard the Demon King knows a way.”
Robin said.
”Well, I can't vouch for the others, but in respect of the fact that we were once in the same world, I can give you my approval.” Quinn said, taking out a carved jade seal from his pocket that was slightly different from Oracle's.
”You're going to need this, I think.”
”Oh, well, thank you very much!” Robin said while reaching out to take the seal. But Quinn moved his hand back, keeping the seal out of reach.