“Hmm.”
“It’s not ‘hmm’.”
This woman appears as if she’s a generic, passing-by silent character, but she talks quite a bit in front of me.
She pretends to be quiet, refusing to converse with people she doesn’t want to talk to. She’s actually quite a mean woman.
Or, should I say, “typically Elfish” woman.
Elves, they’re like that.
The entire race is thought of as cool and mysterious in the public image, but in reality, they just think everyone else is stupid, so they don’t actively engage in conversation.
However, it’s true that the average person in this world is, to put it bluntly, stupid compared to the average Elf’s knowledge and intelligence level. It’s unfortunate, but it’s only natural.
Especially Margot, who is a former royal.
It can’t be helped that her sense of superiority is so sharp.
The idea that elitism is bad is just our era being influenced by such ideas. A few hundred years ago, Earth also had an aristocracy and a class system… this world has its own ideologies.
Margot, barging into my house, said:
“Dru, I apologize for taking up your time with the Blue Comet. As an apology, I have come.”
“…And? What are you going to do for me?”
“Hmm… I will grant you the honor of speaking with me.”
Margot makes a smug face.
Cute.
But, retracting her chest, she said, “Hmm, just kidding.” What am I that she’s telling jokes?
“I don’t have anything of value to offer, but if there’s anything I can do, I’d like to help. Is there anything?”
Hmm? Did she just say anything…?
Well, for starters, I’m definitely hugging her tonight, and maybe we can have a home date.
First floor.
My first floor has a clinic and shop area, as well as a dining room, kitchen, and living room.
I led her to the living room and had Tris make tea.
While drinking tea, we had a little chat…
“Hmm… Commander Katrina is a Knight. She doesn’t really understand money.”
“So you’re asking me to forgive her?”
“It’s presumptuous, but yes. Honestly, around here, Count Missgancia is probably the only one who understands the meaning of ‘time efficiency’.”
“Probably…”
“I understand. It’s an application of the knowledge I learned in the Elven country. But most people live without worrying about efficiency. This country is like that.”
“So it seems.”
“…You are, after all, an anomaly. Even if you’re a Changeling, it doesn’t explain it. Where did you come from?”
“I’ve told you every time, Japan?!”
“…Another civilization? The usual joke about being brought here by a god?”
Hmm… it’s still treated as a joke.
In this world, there’s no concept of “another world” in the first place.
That’s why it’s hard to get them to understand even if I explain it.
Even Margot, who is probably the smartest, thinks it’s some kind of joke.
It’s about eighty percent my fault for always saying random things, but well, please forgive me.
“That’s right, I came from another universe. There, on an island with over a hundred million people…”
“…Is it a secret? Understood, I’ll leave things I shouldn’t know unknown. Ignorance is sometimes a way to protect oneself.”
Yes.
Well, yeah, that’s true.
Without any solid evidence, if I said, “I came from another world!” would the people of a medieval fantasy world believe me? I mean… right?
In the first place, when did the whole “isekai reincarnation” thing even come out in Japan?
If the Aura Road hadn’t opened, the term “isekai fantasy” might not have been born, right? Well, there might be older sources, though.
Before the Aura Road opened, like in the Showa era, there wasn’t really “another world” or anything like that, was there? Did religion have heaven and hell? Anyway, in entertainment, I mean.
Even in Japan, unless words like “isekai reincarnation” came out in manga and anime, it would have been hard to imagine, right? Like, this “isekai” thing.
So, it’s no wonder that even the smart Margot is like, “What is this guy talking about?”
The concept of “another world” isn’t really a thing in this world…
“Well, my origins don’t really matter, do they? Let’s talk about something more interesting.”
“Hmm… Then, about Shirley clinging to you and crying the other day.”
“Stop it, stop it! Don’t dig up other people’s shame!
“But Shio was spreading it around.”
“That brat!”
Not really a brat, though.
That kid has a “neighborhood brat” vibe.
“Tell her not to spread it around when you see her! Shirley is pitiful!”
“Hmm, too late. They were fighting at the Clan house.”
Oops.
“…After all, Dru is kind. If it were someone from this country, they would laugh at Shirley’s shame. That’s the context.”
“Seriously? Striders are scary…”
Too barbaric.
Don’t they have the kindness to turn a blind eye to other people’s shame?
“It’s true that Striders are barbaric, but ordinary townspeople talk about this kind of thing too. You consciously try not to embarrass women… or other people. Why?”
“Xiaolin is a woman who might become my wife. It’s only natural to cherish her. Even if that weren’t the case, isn’t it natural as a person not to attack or belittle others for no reason?”
“…You really are different. Your ‘way of thinking’ is. You are gentle, kind to others, and self-disciplined. Are you a priest or something?”
Ah…
Yeah, well.
It comes out in the little things.
The results of Japan’s moral education…
In light novels, there are times when a plain, black-haired, slouched, skinny, weak, black-coated protagonist, who looks like nothing more than a gloomy otaku, is strangely liked by a beautiful heroine for mysterious, vague reasons like “I like your kindness!”…
That might be the result of naturally displaying Japanese morality in a world with bad security…
That aside, a god?
“I only believe in the god of magic.”
Only the old man who sent me to this world.
Oh, and that’s not “believing” in the sense of “worshipping,” but “believing in his existence.”
I’m living with the mentality of a kid from Krzys who says, “There is no god in this world!” …No, I don’t want the heroine to be Exusia.
“That’s also… strange. I’ve never heard of a ‘god of magic’.”
Hmm!
Then what was that old man?!