Ch.56Enjoyed It, So I’m Caught as an NPC Again. (4)

“Who the hell is it? Which bastard dressed our girls up in such a slutty way?!”

“Ah, eh?! What?! N-no!! T-that blonde rab… I mean! The swordswoman over there—we tried to lend her normal clothes, but somehow her face turned red and she shouted at our employee to give her the clothes she was wearing! I-I’m telling the truth?! I’m not lying?! Right, Miss Swordswoman?!”

“Boing…”

“And then, what about this blue cat… I mean, who dressed this one up like this?”

“Meow~ I’m a defeated kitty meow~”

“Ray, Ragni, please shut up. You’ll be the ones suffering tomorrow morning.”

“Heeeng…”

“Heeeeng…”

“T-the blue one…”

I just started referring to them by their hair colors—blue and blonde. Apparently, Ragni had asked for the employee’s clothes before she even started drinking.

[If I drink this alcohol, I’ll probably have trouble staying sane, you know? So those cat clothes over there. Lend me those too. And if possible, I’d like someone to help me put them on. I don’t think I can do it myself.]

That’s what she supposedly said.

I tried to find out who the “bastard” was who made our girls look so provocative, but there was no “bastard”—both Ragni and Ray claim they wanted to wear these outfits.

What on earth were they thinking? Are they actually sick in the head?!

“Bwahaha!! Well, well! Pretty ladies showing such devotion to their man!! I’m dying of jealousy!”

“…Sigh. Fine. Where are their clothes?”

“Ah, about that…”

The next words were even more shocking. What? They asked to have the clothes sent to our address?

“W-we also offer cleaning services for stained clothes and such. So if you pay, we can deliver them within two days through Aigram. And, the blue cat person… also left her clothes with us, to be returned after normal cleaning.”

As my irritation subsided a bit and I started asking reasonable questions, the flustered employee regained composure and explained properly.

But that’s not the real problem here.

“Sigh. Then I’ll buy a separate set of normal clothes. How much for something they can wear? Cheap ones will do.”

“Ah. Yes. The price is…”

“No boing!!”

“Meow! No meow!!”

“Stop it!! Have you lost your minds?! Will you stop?! Don’t you want to go home?!!”

Both of them rush toward me, meowing and boinging while grabbing onto me, making me curse involuntarily.

No. We need to return to the hotel now, but they want to go back looking like that?!

“Bwahaha!! Why don’t you come to my room first? I’m a VVIP, so I have my own private room. You can sober up there and change clothes.”

“…Sigh.”

As a man, I should probably be thrilled by this situation—two women hanging on my arms, rubbing their faces against me, not even caring that their exposed skin is touching me.

But this is seriously not right. Whatever you do, you should do it while sober, not while drunk and even self-deprecating by calling yourselves losers…

“Punish me, boing. I’ll take my punishment until dawn~ boioioing”

“Nyaang~ Me too~ Me too~ I’ll take punishment~”

“…Women have such strange tastes. Are they both masochists? Did you train them that way?”

“……”

I seriously almost told the Elf Elder to shut up.

Their perversion is default and has nothing to do with me, okay? You’re the one who got them drunk and made them like this in the first place?!!

If they weren’t perverts, if they didn’t have these masochistic tendencies, I might have felt a little excited.

Actually, to be honest, I am feeling excited. But that’s it, you know? I don’t have any desire to touch them or do anything to them here.

Why are they such masochists? Are they trying to drive me crazy?

In the end, I couldn’t return to the hotel and instead was guided to the VVIP room a few floors below, dragging the two of them along.

First, they need to sober up before changing clothes. And please, both of you, stop rubbing against me. There’s a limit to testing my self-control. I swear I’ll leave you both behind.

“Boioing… Okaaay.”

“Nyaang… Okay.”

The two dejected women finally detached themselves from me and started walking unsteadily, holding my hands on either side. Ah, this is insane!!

*Grab! Grab!*

“Eek?!”

“Meow!!”

“Seriously!! You’re not beastkin, so can you stop with those weird verbal tics?!”

Seeing them about to tumble down the stairs, I just threw them both over my shoulders. Geez, why are they so light? Have I not been feeding them properly?

“Hueeeng. Jack is angry at meee… I’m really a useless woman…”

“Hueeee. Me too, I’m really a useless slave… Jack said I was precious but I loooost…”

Both of them are now sniffling and hiding their faces on my shoulders. I decided that dealing with these drunk fools any further would be a waste of my mental energy, so I stopped responding and just kept moving.

“Hmm, you’re quite strong indeed? Your complexion doesn’t look like someone carrying two grown adults.”

“They’re light. Want to try holding them?”

“No, I’m good.”

Tch. I was trying to pass them off because I didn’t want to carry them alone.

“The moment you said that, did you see how intense their eyes became? You didn’t see it?”

“Did they?”

“Boing?”

“Meow?”

These two idiots looking at me with stupid expressions, blushing and going “boing boing” and “meow meow.” What kind of expressions did they just make that would cause the Elf Elder to say they were intense?

In the end, I carried both of them to the bed by myself, threw them onto it, and when they tried to slyly get up, I pushed them back down by their foreheads.

“Take a nap. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”

“Jaaack. Don’t abandon the useless pervert bunny, okay?”

“The useless kitty too.”

Both of them pull up the blankets and whimper, acknowledging they’re doing perverted and useless things.

I’m not abandoning you, you fools. If I was going to abandon you, I would have done it long ago.

I left the two of them and went outside the room. A luxurious room. A room that seems gilded to the point that even our expensive hotel pales in comparison.

The black-haired man who had prepared two glasses on the table in the center of the room nodded at me with a grin, and I approached him, suppressing my annoyance.

“Sigh. Thank you for letting us use the room.”

“Oh? I’m the one who started trouble with you all in the first place, aren’t I?”

“That’s right, so I have no intention of paying you for the room.”

“Bwahaha!! That’s right. The young man wasn’t fazed by my provocation earlier, but it seems the ladies care for you a great deal.”

That’s true. They really are women who show loyalty to me to an excessive degree.

Well, I’m trying not to invest too much emotion since I expect one of them will drift toward the protagonist when he appears. But I’m starting to wonder what I’ll do if they really insist on staying with me.

“So, you tied me up with this flimsy provocation and games, but what did you actually want to talk about?”

“Hmm. Straight to the point? Won’t you have a drink first?”

“I’ve had enough to drink today. I don’t plan on drinking any more.”

“I see. A young man with proper self-control. Well, seeing how you weren’t swayed by provocation, that part is certainly clear.”

Despite saying that, I was gambling at the casino. I just clinked glasses with him as he raised his glass toward me for a toast.

“Mmm!! Ah, this alcohol is really delicious, are you sure you don’t want any?”

“No. So, if you have nothing to say, I’m planning to go get the girls’ clothes.”

“Oh well, can’t be helped. Then let’s get to the point.”

The Elf Elder Green Doll, the deus ex machina of ep.2 [Spirit Magic Nation Siltra], began to speak.

“Are you the one who recently caught all the demon worshippers that appeared around here?”

“I didn’t catch them so much as kill them all.”

“Oh? Weren’t they strong?”

“Not really.”

“Impressive. Even our country’s regular knights have difficulty dealing with those black mages.”

Ah, so it’s flowing this way.

Talk about his country. And talk about demon worshippers. Somehow I thought it would flow like this. This is the conversation that the protagonist is supposed to have to move on to the next ep.

Sigh. We haven’t even started ep.1, let alone the tutorial, so what’s going on here?

“So, is that all you wanted to ask?”

“No. Since you seem eager to hear the main point, I’ll tell you directly. Would you come to our country?”

“You need someone to fight demon worshippers?”

“Well. That’s right.”

Originally, this conversation was meant for the protagonist, with the Elf Elder seeking outside help after noticing strange changes in the Elf Council. The black-haired man continued the conversation casually, and I responded appropriately, occasionally voicing questions. And then.

“What do you say? We’ll provide generous compensation and ensure your safety as much as possible. Won’t you lend us your strength in our country for a while?”

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

“……”

Well, what?

The black-haired man looked at me in disbelief when I flatly refused, but what can I do?

Their country is currently having problems not just with elves but surely with other races living together in the forest.

If I recall correctly, what’s rampaging there are the demons of wrath and their followers.

In [Spirit Magic Nation Siltra], where several races live together, they’re probably fanning the flames of anger between races, making them turn their blades against each other.

And that explodes right after the tutorial ends. Frankly speaking, it’s the place you shouldn’t go after Ponia.

“…I think you don’t understand who I am because I haven’t explained…”

“You’re an Elf, right? It’s obvious.”

“……”

He had been talking about “our country” and “our living grounds” without mentioning that he was an Elf. But I cut him off as if I had already seen through it.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve heard about the situation in the Spirit Magic Nation. The Elves are currently showing movements to isolate themselves from other races and humans. I’ve even heard there’s discord with the [Magic Spirit Race] whom they’ve lived with for hundreds of years. Am I wrong?”

“…How did you know? My hair color, eye color, and ears should have appeared completely human.”

Frustrated by his irrelevant response, I picked up the glass in front of me and said:

“The swordsmanship you showed when facing Ray. Isn’t that the Elven [Wind-Riding Swordsmanship]?”

“…Huh. You knew about that?”

No, I don’t? I don’t know anything about sword techniques, and I’m completely ignorant about swordsmanship.

But this man is the deus ex machina, currently the only one who has mastered the Elven wind-riding swordsmanship.

The way he deflected all of Ray’s [Swift Sword] skills—I just assumed it had to be that.

After saying that, I naturally tilted the glass I was holding.

Ah, I talked so much that my throat is dr…

“…How many degrees is this alcohol?”

“Hm? Ah, it’s exactly the same as what those ladies drank earlier. Wow. You can really hold your liquor, downing it in one go.”

…Damn, I’m screwed.