Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

That's 18. I'm not a dangerous person.

Now, the room reserved for me next to Mr. Zeralk's room was not a very luxurious one. But handcrafted, calm furniture or a less vivid but handy feel (traditional hand work, is that what it is?) I liked the conditioning because it was quite nice.

I am proud to make products suitable for delivery to the royal palace, there is a real goodness in handmade textiles with the maker's feelings and the delicate wood-carving finishing used in the decoration, and I was a little excited to let him take a slow look at it later.

But the closet in my room contains the clothes I had prepared for Madame Bershka in Ekru. Of course it's all men. Though it's flickering.

I was told that I would put on a samurai to take care of me, but in my country it is considered a disgrace for a healthy person not to do what is around him/herself, and I asked Mr. Zelarc to ask what he/she did not know, or to call him/her at the bell, so I asked him/her not to come near without permission.

You have to make sure you don't accidentally find out you're a woman.

"Then you won't be free. Ayame is a nobleman, the brother of The Spirit Beloved, isn't he?

"So, Mr. Zelalk is being looked after?

"No, I don't want to put too many people around me because I specialize in rough stuff. I'll do everything around me during the expedition, and if I were to ask you, I'd be keel enough."

"I'm like that, too."

Then Mr. Zeralk and Mr. Keel seemed convinced.

"I see Ayame was also a master of martial arts. I forgot about you because you're adorable."

"Oh, I did! You flew Sparn's neck off Morndle with your bare hands. That was amazing."

Mr Keel gestured to be 'Sparn' and said:

"No, my legs! When I kicked him, the monkey's head flew."

"Were you? You moved so fast, I couldn't tell."

Mr. Keel tilted his neck. "It was definitely a kick," Mr. Zeralk said. You have good visual acuity.

"I made a little mistake adding and subtracting force. Well, I think I can fly with my hands, but if I get blood on my hands, I feel sick, so I relieved... of... ah..."

I noticed that the lady candidate for samurai and His Highness Rasdellini looked heartless or blue. His Royal Highness confirmed to Mr. Zeralk.

"Uh, according to the current story, did Ayame fight Mawndle barefoot? Sparn and you did it? It sounded like my neck had flown even though I didn't use a sword..."

"That's right. Ayame used exotic martial arts and, just for a moment, wiped out a flock of frenzied (Berserker) state mordles. Sparn, Sparn, Sparn."

"Wait, Mr. Zelalk! You only had one sparn, didn't you? And then you fucked so badly that your neck wouldn't fly!

"That's right. When I checked the body, there was no one left and the neck bone was broken, but the neck wasn't cut a thousand times."

Mr Keel said to Mr Zeralk severely.

"Yeah, a thousand cuts, he wasn't there."

Then His Highness Rasdellini opened his eyes in amazement and said:

"... of that Morndle's neck, the bone? Can humans do that? Um, it's Morndole, right?

"If the word" morndole "is about a big monkey eater, it is."

I said to His Highness Rasdellini:

"It's a disgusting monkey monkey monster with a big top-face."

"Then it's definitely Morndle...... by the way, how many herds were there?

"Uh..."

When I was remembering, Mr Zelarc and Mr Keel answered.

"Was it about 70 or so flocks that Ayame defeated?

"Oh, you did. Ayame's prey wasn't bleeding, so I figured it out right away. 70. There you are."

You were both checking the numbers right!

That's great!

"So I don't suggest you approach Ayame indefensibly. Even when entering the room, if you enter without permission, Sparn! So be careful."

"Brother, you shouldn't put a shark on a shark. It's supposed to be Sparn and he'll come back with his neck."

"Hey, hey!

I protested, because they said evil things unto me.

"Stop it, both of you. Even I rarely sparn! That's more or less blood splashing! I'm not doing it in the building!

"Are you gonna break it?"

"Break it."

"If you're going to fuck me, that way... ah..."

The samurai looked like she was going to bring, so I said, 'Yabba! If a woman hates you, she'll be bullied in Graciad country!' I thought so and followed.

"You know, if you didn't get attacked, I wouldn't fuck you, right? I have to be angry because I'm kind, you see, Michil and I are super close!

The samurai nodded violently. said His Highness Rasdellini.

"Wow, okay. I want to treat Ayame with no disrespect, so if you're dissatisfied, tell me immediately! Before Sparn! Forward!

I said I wouldn't do that.

I have to be angry.

No, no, I won't even take my life if I'm angry!

"Brother, I'll take care of Ayame. I've been traveling with you the whole time, even though it looks like this, and I know more or less what you want and don't like about Ayame. I won't let this happen when I roll a corpse with no neck in the Graciad National Palace and color the walls with a blood splash! Leave it to me!

To Mr. Zeralk, who contracts forcefully, His Highness Rasdellini also said, "Okay, I asked you!," he said in a temperamental voice.

The two princes shook strong hands.

Huh?

Wait a minute?

Am I certified to be a super jerk?

"Oh, uh, Ayame... I brought you some tea"

"Thanks"

"Hih!"

I just thanked you, but I'd be sad if you freaked me out so much.

His Majesty the King and His Majesty the Queen wanted to see me, so I took a bath and changed. Um, gemstones sewn up, they're so vibrant.

Wash your hair, apply fragrance oil and brush, then tie it into one behind you when dry. You are an exotic prince from anywhere when you tie it with a bow to match this garment. I think I'm going to stay on stage.

"Graciad, don't you think you can wear a dress?"

I posed in the wind of the prince in front of the mirror, and gave up my sigh.

There, a samurai with this room brought me a tea set... wary of me because of what I just heard. I'd like to get along as a girl. Dull.

"Hey, name, what's that?

"... My name is Jaana"

"Nice to meet you, Jeanna. You know."

Jeanna, freaking out, lagged behind me as I approached her, and she was finally caught up on the wall.

"Mr. Zeralk, 'cause when you fight, you're bloody scared, aren't you? I don't know if you've ever seen it."

When I laid my hands on the wall, Jeanna freaked out.

"But I'm usually a gentleman, and I don't give a hand to the weak. I do martial arts, too, but I don't tease it. Just use it when you need it."

"... Yes"

"If a man-eater monkey attacks you, I will defeat you relentlessly. If someone attacked me, I don't have to kill them to beat them up. But I won't do it because it's shameful to sift violence on those who aren't enemies."

"Yes."

"Do you, if you had a helpless kitten, bump it?

"No!"

"Right, it's shameful to do that, isn't it? I am very strong because I have God's protection. But I don't smash kittens. And so is Jeanna. So I'm glad you're not scared."

I laughed at the samurai, who was shorter than me.

"I'd really like to get along with you, but I wouldn't say that much luxury."

Jaana turned red.

"Ayame, I'm sorry. I was rude not knowing about Ayame."

"Fine, you got anxious. I was in front of a girl. I'm sorry."

"No, it's not because of Ayame! Um, Ayame is beautiful, so when I find out you're stronger than the crowd, I'm confused..."

Geez, Jeanna, it's itchy.

"Yeah, I've been working out since I was a kid, so I'm confident in my arm. Oh, triceps, see?

I took off my jacket.

"Oh, please wait!

"Don't hesitate, touch it?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I panic, so I stopped taking my shirt off and let her touch it from the top, and Jeana turned bright red like she was boiled.

"I'm in a very good muscle, Ayame!

"Really?"

"Yes, I know you have great arms that are skinny but tight. That's right, you're working out... Ah"

"Ah, Mr. Zeralk!... What's wrong?

When I realized, Mr. Zelalk was in the room.

"No... there's tea in Ayame's room... called... what are you doing in those corners?

"... talk about muscles?

And Jeanna fled, and began to support her tea: and I said, tilting my neck.

"I didn't mean to assault the samurai..."

"Mr. Zeralk! Um, come on, what do you think of me!? I'm telling you, if they don't sell me fights, I won't fight! You don't have to say people like killing hobbyists, don't be rude, not at all!

I sat still on the couch.

"Look, Jaana's gonna make it for you, so have some tea."

"No, what I'm saying is not 'attacking' you..."

Mr. Zeralk said a lot, but he still said to the red-faced Jaana, "Your Highness, go ahead!" She sat quietly when she was strongly told.

"Ayame, do you like sweets with cream?

"Yeah, I love cream!

"Well, I can't believe I love it..."

Jeanna laughed, Ugh.

"Now, please enjoy this fluffy cake served with boiled fruit and cream."

"Wow, that looks delicious! Thank you, Jaana."

"No, I have an alternative, don't eat a lot"

I drank tea while eating a pile of desserts deliciously.