130 Episode 130: With love from another world.txt (2/2)

Mr. Elepippi.

Start the game.

It's me and Etoi who are working on the shop.

The training program for the death squad is resting for a while, but I am still running and swinging my sword.

My parents were very surprised to see me in my lonesome form.

Please come back to me soon! I don't know where I am.

Mr. Dargos.

The Japanese sword samples are ready to be used, but it won't work if you're not here.

I'll let you know when I'm going to feed it to your staff.

I'm starting to work on some other interesting things.

Don't be long in coming back.

Mr. Shero.

I don't know what's so hard to understand, but I'm sure you'll be fine.

Get on with it!

new to the world

As long as you have the guidance of Le Baraka, the path will surely lead to it.

You have been brought to this world, and the meaning of it.

The present time, the Great Divine Mind has searched for a record in the Great Divine Providence.

I'm sure you will find it soon.

Le Baraka is watching over us. Keep up the good work.

Dear Deanna

Our destiny is not yet closed.

Believe me. We are always with you.

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I read it.

I read it over and over.

I read it until the paper was crumpled.

My eyes are hot. The tip of my nose tingled and I couldn't stop crying.

Everyone was doing it with energy and positivity.

They were doing it.

They easily ducked Dida's conspiracy, which I was worried about, and on the contrary, they said they were pushing him to the edge.

The parade seemed to be a decent success as well.

What a surprise, it seems that Rebecca even got a job as a knight.

At least, I had talked about it with the mayor before.

But I hadn't received any assurances, so I didn't even expect it.

He's also looking for a way to fix the mirror.

Rebecca, Hetty, and the priestess have been working on it.

Shamash-san also seems to have fixed the wards in the house that were broken.

I couldn't read only Deanna's last message because it was written in the other language. I'll listen to it when I can get back.

Everyone believes I can come back.

They believe in me.

And I can't stay rotten forever, can I?

You're right. ......

I wipe my tears away and get up and leave the room.

I went downstairs and washed my face at the sink.

'Huh. ...... Huh. You look awful.

A really unhealthy looking man with a beard, a bearded face and bright red eyes is reflected in the mirror.

It's no wonder they're worried about him: ......

I took my first shower in weeks and shaved my beard.

The muscles I worked out while I was over there have fallen off a bit.

But the muscles themselves don't disappear when the mirror breaks.

Nothing is lost like it was a dream.

I went back to my room, grabbed my wallet, and got out.

I got in my car and went to the fabric store I usually use and bought as much cloth as I could afford.

I went back to the house, took out my letterhead and wrote a reply to Orica, to everyone.

It was clear and mostly in hiragana, so that even Orica could read it.

Don't worry about me.

I'll do my best in this world until the mirror is fixed.

Take it easy there, too.

I'll send you the merchandise from the store.

You can use the gold from the sales to buy your own.

Don't sell yourself short and take pride in the work of the knights.

I'll leave that decision to Rebecca.

We all need to think about the store.

Etowah is capable, but she's still a little girl, so you should all support her.

That's what I wrote.

-- I don't know why it felt like a farewell letter as I wrote it, and it made me cry again.

But now that it's come to this, I have to break it off somewhere.

When I started writing the letter, there was as much as I wanted to write.

I also wrote individual messages to everyone.

It was really painful to admit that I was a person who had disappeared, but instead of consuming my life hoping for a mirror that I didn't know if it would ever get fixed, I had to moderate my steps and walk out of my life somewhere.

Especially Marina and Deanna, both of whom I hope will be able to laugh more cheerfully.

--even without me.

...... No. I'm starting to cry again.

But I don't think I have a choice.

I can cry here for the rest of my life now.

I finished the letter and sent it over there with a bunch of cloths I rolled up.

............ Now I've got a break.

Fortunately, Deanna, Marina, and Mr. Shamash's slave contract has been cancelled because we're going to have a parade of knights.

There is nothing to bind them to anything.

The shop is fine as long as the grand master is there and I continue to supply the cloths.

The Knights of the Order will do just fine, too.

The parade might even bring in some new men.

We've got Rebecca and Hetty. They'll be fine. Just not without me.

You know what?

All those girls are going to be just fine without me.

Of course we'll stay in touch.

We'll still love each other.

But we can't be too dependent on each other.

Even though we have grown apart, we need to be strong for each other.

I have to become an adult so that I don't worry about you, I have to become an adult.

I started up my computer for the first time in a month.

I opened the bulletin board.

Maybe it's because I haven't written on it for a long time now, but there aren't many posts on it.

It's a good thing that I'm not the only one who has not come for a month.

It's a kedge, though.

I wrote in the thread, ”Since the mirror is broken, my other world is finished for now. Thank you so much. But it's only slightly connected, though, just a piece. Anyway, that's how it is. I just wrote ”Halfway to the end, sorry” and closed the board.

I know we're probably halfway there as residents, but that's what netasers are by nature.

They'll soon move on to the next netherworld and forget about my thread in a heartbeat.

Next, I opened the online auction page.

All of the items were sold, but since I didn't go through the process, they were left untouched.

Of course, this is the first time I've ever left a winning bid intact.

There are already several ”Very Bad Seller” ratings on it.

It's hard to recover from this once it's attached.

Well ...... Anyway, I'm done with online auctions.

I didn't take any action and closed the auction page for now.

I look in the mirror.

I'm still connected to the other world.

Usually it's Deanna's reflection, but right now it's empty.

I guess Orica is reading the letter to me.

Guys, you'll still need a little ...... more support from me.

I'm away from them now, but hey, it's a little bit like moving out on my own.

I'll have to earn money and send it back to them.

I'd been running away from a job for a long time, using the excuse that I was tired of being in a black company, but it was a good opportunity.

And I took the first step into my real-life future.

Numerous vocation.

Experiences in other worlds.

I've even experienced life and death combat with giant monsters, reality is in easy mode.

Besides, I had a lot of vocation.

Swordsman, sorcerer, merchant, con artist, blacksmith, cook, craftsman, gemologist.

God approved of me having all these talents.

I don't have to demean myself that I'm a neat guy who can't do anything.

You can do anything from now on. I can be anything I want to be.

I opened the door and ran out.

Today, I'm going to go to Hello Work.

The future is not in the mirror, it's right outside the door.