Chapter 9: Talking & thinking

It wasn't difficult to notice straight away that she was stating assumptions and guesses, not only because of their creative and inventive nature but because there was no way she could have found out any of it.

I think it's fair to say that my senses are rather sharp. And my memory counts to the best under my colleagues. Although …that doesn't mean much, does it?

To get to the point, I would have noticed her if she was present in any of her hypotheses.

The scary thing was that her guesses were worryingly accurate ( If you leave out the part of me and others being monsters of some sort).

" I bet, if you could you would have joined us all at the party"

She looked me up and down. Unlucky for me, I couldn't hide behind Jonnathans's body, to evade her gaze. Though I didn't try it that much either.

"Hmm, yes, you would visit it but be one of those to keep themselves hidden in the corner while sipping their drink"

As I said, way too accurate. But I will not lie, this was getting rather fun. Just a little bit.

"Heh," I let out a soft laugh "How much will I drink? Just a small cup for a light delight or a large unhealthy quantity of alcohol?"

Happy that I followed along on her conversation, she soon went on to list the many things that came to her mind. Some were so close to reality that I harboured the thought of undergoing interrogation with her, others so creative and absurd that most children would envy her.

She also made up many words that I didn't understand, but that did not narrow my enjoyment at all.

I must state that I am fully aware of how irresponsible I am acting right now.

But honestly, that's not my fault. My night shifts have gotten longer and longer. Especially now, that the lord is so stressed, and lets all his anger out on us.

So I don't see why it should be wrong for me to stretch out this last task a little. It will cost me a big amount of sleep that's true but this moment right now is far better than what awaits me back there.

… yes, this is a fun moment. A pleasant moment.

"Ah! By the way, did you know the guy on the statue- Oh hey, Jeremy! Finally able to walk on your own?"

His attention immediately shifted to the singer, what she said was true. The footsteps of the singer started to move forward on their own. The singer was getting to his senses. Not good.

The next glance of his was directed forward. The pub was already in sight, some candlelight was shining through the windows to the outside.

The pouch was back in his hand before the singer could lift his head. Jeremy was his name, wasn't it? Well, Jeremy should get definitely get his eyes checked after this.

And so the singer Jeremy lifted his head, his mind was still dizzy but the world was getting clearer and was also spinning less. He could first distinguish a warm light somewhere in the distance. After that, a face, that despite the blur he identified as Aria, talked to him. When he tilted his face to the side though he was met with a less "welcoming" act.

Fabric was pressed onto his face. It was done in a rough manner. Force was applied through the cloth, pressing it on his eyes and rubbing it in quick motions from one side to another. His nose was not sparred during that. Still hurting from the first hit, pain shot through him every time the fabric struck over it. Making him fear for its sturdiness as the motions set on.

Although he instinctively closed his eyes as soon as he saw the hand approach, through the back and forth the burning pain of once before affected his eyes.

As thick tears tried their best to keep the foreign body out of the eyes ( while failing miserably) he saw through the watery lenses the blue and grey colours of his surroundings.

Someone had finally pushed away the fabric that had once concealed his sight.

Not knowing where up or down was through the mishmash of colours and voices, in his confusion he fell backwards. He had stumbled over some kind of weird big thing that let out a grunt after he hit the floor. That voice unmistakenly belonged to Jonathan.

Jonathan didn't wake up the nicest way. In his head there lingered an ongoing hum and especially his forehead felt as if a massive sack of wheat was attached to it.

He had jet do understand the situation he was in. After all, he just woke up.

"Why did you do that you craz-" as I hit away the hand of the big monster, the cloth, or whatever he was emitted a cloud of yellow dust.

I didn't have time to think about what it was. I had to… My nose itched and so did my eyes.

Well, that's funny for them to itch at the same time. Does that usually happen ahaha would be cool if I were the first person heh.

Oh, Jeremy and Jonntann are sitting on the ground, hey guys! Nice of you to be there…on the ground? Ah don't say anything, I know, I know! I was about to talk about something really fun! So-, huh? Where is the giant going, Come back!

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The situation had escalated too quickly for his taste. He forgot how strong the reaction between moonflower powder and anoria was.

To be totally honest he had thought the trance effect would last longer. Maybe the quality of the powder had decreased and therefore somehow changed the durance of it.

Then again they arrived surprisingly quickly at the pub.

…

Maybe it was just his imagination.

And so he without a trace disappeared.

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I have noo idea what's going on but I am having sooo much fun right now! Too bad that giant didn't stay 'cus he is missing out on my stories.

So as I was saying, you know, back at "home" I used to read quite a lot. It can get boring there you know?

And your lord is the exact same person as in the latest book I read! Looks the same and probably acts as childish and "try-hard yandereish" too. Is that even a word?

But who would have thought that getting isekaid was real? I thought that was just fiction!

Damm, and out of all the cool worlds, I got into that romance novel.

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From the outside of her fantasy, it was hard for anyone to figure out what she was saying, she was speaking loudly but unintelligibly. It was worrying how eccentric and energetic her mannerisms were. Especially since no one could have made sense of it.

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I hope I didn't get reincarnated as the main character, oh the stress that would come from it! Or even worse, the villainess...sssss.

I have to look in the mirror as soon as I can. How lucky I would be if I was reborn as just a someone. Ahahaha!

…ahaha…ha.

Reborn, reborn… Is it just me or am I forgetting something?

Re-Born.

Oh. I'm dead.