Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I'm sick of other worlds.

I want to go home. I want to see my father and mother. I want to play the game again. I want to go to school.

I don't want to see any more goblins, oaks, dragons or demons.

Every monster tries to kill me first.

When I look at his face, he attacks me, and he presses me to stick his fangs up his throat.

I was summoned from Japan, because I'm a brave man.

Because it's the general's neck.

I am the enemy of all demons, the ally of all humans.

Not an individual, but a public official.

No, public goods.

This is very much the same as public roads and public toilets.

But that was the way of life, the brave man.

If I say so, it's infrastructure, so it's no longer my life alone.

My failures will be mourned all over the country, and my success will be delighted all over the country.

So you have to be strong.

Stronger, stronger. for further heights.

That's how I kept working out, until I was called the most powerful brave man ever.

I went into the template of the ideal brave man we all sought.

The extra part that didn't go through, I cut it and threw it away.

Me as a boy.

Me as a Japanese.

I have a girl in my class that I like, and I wanted to be a game designer in the future, me who was a very normal middle school student.

All that stuff is extra, so I pulled it off and threw it away.

Every time I got stronger, I became someone different.

It's not just the mind.

Even the body is.

Fire Dragon cut me down from my elbow, but I magically let it grow. The arm of the person who could have taken it was thrown and used to crush his eyes.

Both legs were still lost when they were attacked by a herd of gargoyles. I let this play magically too.

Finally, so did the head. Me being cut off from my neck and rolling in corn and the new me growing out of the cutting surface.

Which brain does my soul reside in?

Well, I don't know.

My natural flesh, which my parents gave birth to, was almost lost in battle.

Now there are so many magically recreated places.

Until I changed myself, ten demon castles I attacked down.

The guarded castle is six.

I did my best, didn't I?

So it's time for you to look at me as Keisuke Nakamoto.

Not as a brave man, just as Keisuke.

I've had enough of being treated like a hero for everyone.

Yeah, what a hero. What a brave man.

Eat shit!

How painful I am. Is it hard? Do you miss me? To the habit of not knowing anything.

Tell me, where is the real me?

That stuff just disappeared, and you're here because you're a brave man cultured with regenerative magic?

Brave men, and women rubbing over with cat strokes.

Lord Brave, and a fragrant laugh of royal aristocracy.

The brave are honorable, so you'll be happier than they call you by your real name, a different world man who cares about you without any idea.

Somebody, call me by name. In the name my parents gave me. It sounds like it reminds me of my hometown.

Please.

Someone.

Wouldn't I even forget who I am now myself?

- That's when I met one slave.

"Who are you?

The slave's name is Elsa. It's a girl who's been exposed to a little ghost's nest before she even noticed.

My age is the same as mine, seventeen.

Girl with long, black hair, a smug face. Drunken eyes, a thin body full of bruises.

Elsa had never been able to get her out of the nest since she was exposed.

It's usually a dark world, like a goblin nest. A child of man will not grow up in an environment.

But the bell cave where Elsa was taken, the ceiling had collapsed greatly.

Fortunately, I didn't have any trouble with the light that bathed me, and miraculously survived.

Elsa became used by the goblins when she was old enough to work hard.

He did not know reading and writing, was not baptized, and was kept merely as a workforce. Or as an eight-win tool.

I don't even think of myself as a human being because of it.

Terribly, Elsa thought of herself as a "weird-faced goblin".

From her point of view, I was just "Keisuke Nakamoto".

I guess I've never even heard of a brave man in his life.

Evaporating a bunch of little ghosts in front of me was a fresh feeling not to worship them as brave men.

I'm Keisuke Nakamoto.

"Nakamotokeiske?"

"It's all right now. The Goblins who took you from your parents destroyed you."

"I'm a goblin, too, right?

"You're human, just like me."

Elsa's eyes were stunned open. I repeat in a whisper that I am human.

"The goblin that beats you is gone. I'll take the shackles off, too. You're free."

"What's freedom?

"If you want to know what that means, follow me. Let's go to people together. Don't you like it?"

"... I don't hate it"

When the two of us left the nest hole, the pick-up carriage was stopped.

Compared to my face with the one who moves the horse, Elsa had her neck strapped strangely.

Then it was hard.

Elsa had to start a long battle to reintegrate into human society.

Wash off your crude goblin habits and tailor them to a person's lady.

It goes without saying how difficult the task is.

Every day I am taught letters from morning to evening and tapped into table manners.

It was so harsh that he might have been happier to live as a little ghost.

Eventually, Elsa had more time to look at my face.

I thought they resented me.

If you hadn't done the extra imitation, I would have been a goblin all along. I guess you hate me that way,.

But it wasn't.

On a beautiful night in the moonlight, Elsa stopped me and said.

"How can Kaiske be different from everyone else? Kaiske's face, I want to flatten it a little. The colour of the skin also looks yellow. Unlike everyone else. Not like me either. Where did you come from?

I answered Elsa's question concisely, "Japan."

It's not here. It's the world.

Far away? Elsa asks.

"Very far away"

"How long?

"So much so that I might never be able to go home again"

"Do the people of Nihon look the same as Keiske?

"Oh. They all look a lot like me.... because race is the same. There's a lot of people over there like me."

But there is not a single person in the other world.

From my eyes, there were no natural tears.

Why all of a sudden? I feel sorry for him even though he's a man.

Elsa squeezed me softly, rubbing my eyes at the mess.

"Me, too, always have been. I lived with the thought that I was different from everyone else. I was separated from my real family, and I didn't like your job. I know how Keiske feels."

In my third year in the other world, I cried out for the first time.

Since then, Elsa and I have been talking a lot.

That guy I care about. Someone you can tell each other the truth about. Incredible heterosexuality.

It didn't take that long to develop from there to between lovers.

"Elsa's the only one who treats me like Keisuke."

"Kaisuke is also the only one who doesn't call me a female goblin. Everyone else is creepy somewhere."

"We have no place in this world."

"... I do. When you two stick together like this, I feel like we can stay here. If you and I are together, that's where we'll be."

"Elsa's smarter than me. If only human life had been created from the beginning, how could it have been born?"

"I'm not interested in being born. If you can stay with Kaiske, whatever your status is. Nothing, even slaves."

The night I was tied to Elsa, I was sure.

We're back in the human race at this moment. Goblin to Elsa. Brave to Keisuke.

Elsa, I can do anything for you.

I don't need anything else with you.

I must have come to this world to protect you.