43 That Thing Thats As Enigmatic as Wooden Swords At Tourist Spots (1/2)

It is in the afternoon two days later that we finally reach Holy Land Lindwurm.

A magnificent church stands in terrain that looks like a hollowed mountain, and under it spreads a townscape heavily based on the color white. The main street that runs through the town leads straight to the staircase that continues to the church, and there is a huge number of people going to and fro.

We eat lunch at a top class restaurant as per usual, then stroll down the main street while browsing through the stalls.

I find some souvenirs that look like those small accessories of a dragon wrapped around a sword that can be commonly found in tourist sites in Japan, and wryly thinking about the fact that they have these even in a different world. But it's just that for some reason, the ones here are of a sinister-looking right arm wrapped around a sword. Slightly interested, I pick one up.

”Caught your eye?”

”Nn, a bit, I guess. So, why the right hand?”

Rose peers at my hands. It's just hot if you stick so close to me that our shoulders are touching. The altitude here is high so it's a bit better, but you haven't forgotten that it's summer right now, have you?

”Ah, that's the sword of the hero Olivie and the right arm of the demon Diabolos. It is said that long ago, Olivie had severed and sealed Diabolos' right arm in this land. Over there, that's the place.”

Where Rose is pointing to is a spot even farther behind the church perched above the long staircase.

”On that steep mountain surface is an ancient ruin called the Holy Ground, and that's where Diabolos' right arm is sealed. Or so goes the myth, at least.”

Rose smiles before continuing.

”I believe that souvenir is quite popular among guys.”

”Yea, I can imagine. Excuse me, I want one of these!”

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This will be Hyoro's souvenir. It costs quite a bit at 3,000 Zeny, but this I really can't let Rose pay.

Jaga had given me an entire shopping list of what he wants. It's a pain so I haven't looked at it yet.

I put the souvenir into my pocket, then we continue walking. The stream of tourists flowing by and the liveliness around all the stalls somehow feels nostalgic.

Then suddenly, Rose pulls my hand.

”Over there is a an autograph session by Natsume-sensei! I'm a huge fan of hers!”

The place we are heading towards is an enormous crowd. It's in front of what seems to be a bookstore, but I can't even see the shop's signboard.

”Umm, may I go line up for this? It might take quite a while though...”

So asks Rose with upturned eyes.

”I'll wait for you, so go on ahead.”

”Thank you! How about you also come and meet Natsume-sensei?”

”Nah, I'm good.”

Rose buys one of the books on display shelves that are for sale, then joins the line.

Having nothing to do, I also take up a book and flip through it.

”I am a dragon. As yet I have no name.”

Hell, isn't this a complete rip-off?

(T/N: Natsume Soseki was a super famous Japanese writer. I Am a Cat is a very well known satirical novel of his, and it starts off as ”I am a cat. As yet I have no name.”)

No wait, I'm sure that it's just that, by some freak stroke of coincidence, a literary master was born in this world who shares similar sentiments,. I collect myself and pick up another book.

Romeo and Julietta.

Yep, complete rip-off. There are more.

Cinderella.

Red Riding Hood.

Oh wow, novelizations of Hollywood movies and manga and anime even. By this point, I finally get the message.

Apparently, there are reincarnators here aside from me.

I buy one book and get in line to meet 'Natsume-sensei.'

For starters, I'll take a look at this person's face. I'll think about my next step after that.

While engrossed in such thoughts, I have apparently reached close enough to the front of the line to lay eyes on 'Natsume-sensei.' It's a bit hard to see due to that large hood, but that figure is definitely female.

Beautiful silver hair cropped close to the shoulders, cat-like eyes, and a mole under an eye. The opened top of her blouse is revealing a very deep cleavage.

”Seriously?”

How can I not recognize her? That person right there is someone I know very well indeed. I pinch the bridge of my nose and turn to quietly leave the line.

”That person over there, where are you going?”