-In a Clothing Store

To be more precise, this is a women's clothing store.

To be even more precise, this is a Gothic maid clothing store.

The current situation is that my right arm is grabbing Emile's neck to lift her up, and the elbow of my other arm is pressing against the board in front of her chest, while my palm is grasping her cheeks.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Even though her cheeks are deformed because of my grip, Emile still tried bravely to reach for the ropes on my shoulder.

"Emile."

"Mmm..."

Her short tiny hands still reaches towards me.

Quite an obvious intention......

I moved her hand away and tapped her forehead -

"Emile, this is a public place, pay attention to your image, otherwise... I don't know if we can make it to appointment with Damia on time."

Emile's fiery gaze dimmed as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

Phew...

I threw her aside, then breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and then looked at my flimsy clothing tighten by just two ropes and shivered.

- How did it become like this...

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All of these... can be traced back to after we left Elysis...

First, Elysis is located at the southernmost place of the continent, while Damia's School of Balancing is in the center of the continent, so there is a distance of thousands of kilometers between them.

So , Emile rode and carried me on her staff along and travelled for eight days, which was covering two-thirds of the entire journey.

The detail was like this -

- Half a staff

- Flying magic

Me (holding Emile's back): "Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Emile (feeling the deep fullness): "Ehehehehehehe..."

The audiences on the ground: "Oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"

And then, finally on the eighth day, I persuaded Emile to stop the staff and landed in a city.

(Persuaded: using every methods like coercion, threats, yelling, hitting, scratching, rubbing, to make her obey my will.)

Finally, we found a hotel to stay...

- At that night

I had a very familiar dream.

How should I put it, it's a dream that I've always had before I travelled to this world.

However, “always” is not accurate, the dream doesn’t happen frequently, but it starts appearing when I was able to remember things, and it would reappear when I am about to forget it, as if it tries to remind me not to forget something...

About this dream...

- There was no light, no hope, no salvation -

I couldn't figure out why, couldn't understand what was happening.

It was an empty, lonely nightmare, wrapped in darkness.

Only a brilliant Milky Way above my head was vaguely calling for something, which made this dream even more lonely.

However, there was something more in the nightmare thus tune...

"The first trace of consciousness born in the void..."

"Falling from the nine heavens onto the mortal realm."

"For light, for darkness,"

"For mountains, for rivers,"

"For dew, for wind, for tides,for thunder."

"For flowers, rocks, plants, trees, and all living things."

"For oneself and others."

"For life and death."

"There is no high or low, all have an order."

"Miss Molly Ann, where do you position yourself?"

The one who should be “blamed” for my journey to this another world was lying on the ground next to me and looking at the sky.

"..."

"Hey, hey, it's rare that you're so quiet. I rarely make an appearance..."

The man smiled faintly.

He was the man who looked exactly like me before, the man who called himself "Murinan."

"Well... let me guess... is Miss Molly Ann thinking 'this bastard came out again to ruin my mood'?"

Wow, you're quite self-aware...

"...No, actually, I'm quite grateful to you."

"Oh?"

The man asked with great interest.

"You're the one who brought me here from the another world, right?"

I still remember the voice I heard when I received that letter.

"When Emile showed me her mind world for the first time, that letter was also from you, right?"

The same black feathered letter, it is hard for me not to suspect.

“It was also you who talked to me after I was attacked by the city lord and brought to my own mind world, right?"

He even showed his face back then...

The man stayed silent and sighed helplessly in the end--

"Ah... who knows. Miss Molly Ann, how was the song I just sang? I'm quite confident in my voice, at least."

"The song you just sang?"

"Yes, the song that tells the great achievements of the ancestral gods."

Seeing my puzzled expression, the man immediately changed the topic--

"By the way, it seems like you've become completely familiar with life as a woman."

"What...!?"

"Hmm? Is that not right? Or do you still consider yourself fundamentally a male?"

"Of course... of course I do!!"

I felt like my words were a little be insincere and unsure...

"Well then, I have a question. If you consider yourself male, then you're not homosexual, right?"

I answered his question with my twitching eyebrows.

"So... why don't you accept Miss Emile's love?"

"...!!"

"As a woman, Emile possesses an exquisite face. Although she's still young, I believe she will definitely shine in the future. Or is it her personality that you don't like?"

Emile...

Her petite figure, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, and her cool silver pupils which see to be distant from others...

She always indulges me, even if it means finding trouble for herself, even if it's something she could easily handle...

"I think... I do like her..."

"Then... what's the problem? Miss Emile likes you immensely too, and you don't dislike her either."

It's because of that "immense love."

"...?"

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down--

"I... have always wondered, if it wasn't 'me' who had come here, would Emile still like me like this?"

"Ah, I see. Your own peculiarities?"

"Yes..."

That's my biggest concern.

This body, which doesn't belong to me, was created in the image of the perfection according to Emile's imagination. So, no matter who gets summoned to this world, Emile would still like "Molly Ann" as she does now...

When I was hoping for the man to deny it, he merely smirked and shrugged.

"About that... You have already been chosen, haven't you? I believe you are already special now, Mr. Murinan."

"So it's not like that..."

"Alright, alright. Why don't you go verify it yourself?"

"Ver...ify?"

The man stood up and straightened his clothes--

"Alright, my investigation ends here. I apologize for the previous letters that were sent in your name, Mr. Murinan. I'll reflect on myself."

"Wait...!"

"Oh, right," the man slightly bowed to me, "one last thing. My real name is Bolt Kule Val. You can call me Bokuva. We will see each other less and less in the future, so don't worry."

"--Once again, I wish you a pleasant journey in this another world."

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--The next morning

There are still five days left until my appointment with Damia.

Well, we have finished six-sevenths of the journey in just eight days, so the remaining one-seventh journey should be easy for us.

I patted the sleeping Emile, pulled her out of bed by her cheeks.

By the way, she drooled all over my arm...

Ah, I was still sleeping while on the road, but this child has been controlling the staff. So it must be tough for her.

But no other way, I lightly slapped her on her face.

Looking into her hazy eyes, I said firmly--

"Emile, we're going shopping today."