30 Deser (2/2)

I hear some unknown voice asking me that from behind. I see. A new character, huh? Not bad, not bad. It's always fun to have a new character in the story. It just means more people to meme on.

”Yes, actually I am.” I say with a smug expression unlike anyone who would be lost and turn to look at the new guy. Well, turns out this new guy … is a girl.

”I … see. I can help you with that.” She offers help with a bit of an uncomfortable smile. Now, no offense, but I don't expect to see an Indian woman in 1857 out in a desert like this, alone. Also, her accent makes her look like a natural at English. So, I think she's a British woman.

As far as describing her appearance goes, of course we'll now have a detailed explanation of her features, you know, because she is a woman.

Yeah well, no, actually, I can't do it.

”Is … something the matter?” she asks, a little confused by me moving my gaze away from her.

Something the matter!? Everything is the matter. This kinda stupid story development! Reviewers, I beg of you, don't give this guy more than a single star on story development! Like, I beg of you! Don't!

”W-why are …”

”Nothing!” I stop her mid-sentence. Dirt just went in my eyes is all. Ah, so where were we? Right, description … her description.

Hah! On a heart-shaped face, almond-shaped-green eyes are present like ornaments. Then there is a straight nose and mouth very symmetrical to the rest of the face. She has stunning red hair quite akin to Rias Gremory from Highschool DxD, and that hair has been made into long, side-swept bangs. She is 5'5 tall, an inch shorter than me. And her skin is so pale that one might call it milky. However, she doesn't have wings on her back.

Yeah, I might not the smartest protagonist you'll find out there, but I'm also not a Goku. I can tell what is going on here. I can tell that this woman – is Roswaisa, before she became an Angel.

That, is probably the reason we were sent to this place in this time.

”So, uh,” I ask while trying my best to hide my expressions, ”I'm trying to find a guy. He looks stupid and he is, but he is also a really nice guy … and a friend.”

I say to her words that I do actually mean, even if they would never come out in front of the guy in question.

”Can you help me find this guy?” I ask with a smile, and … not a fake one at that.

Seeing my smile, she finds herself confused but cheers up a bit as well and returns my smile with,

”Sure.”

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