Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

That night I rendezvoused with Refill in the woods. Shuiming watched the starry skies of different worlds by herself as she gave herself up to a gloomy night.

Near the rock that was in the woods. This is the place with the least trees that seems the most spectacular near here. Some of the cliffs have collapsed and fallen objects, or large rocks stuck in the ground over them. Sitting there, he rests his butt, and Shuiming switches the air from his lungs.

"The direction is that way, and..."

A starry sky that is somewhat bright with the brilliance of the moon and the stars or spread against a dark mix of dark purples. It was east, west, north and south that Waterming determined by staring at such a night sky as he could never worship in a modern day contaminated with exhaust gas. That was the direction.

Concerned about the possibility that he was losing direction because he was moving sensory reliance through the woods, he was currently looking up at the starry sky and gauging the exact orientation.

Regardless, in the direction we should be headed, certain west of the city of Kranto was always conscious even as we walked in the woods, but still feared the expansion of discrepancies, applied our knowledge of astrology and looked up to the sky for confirmation this night.

Shuiming is also refreshing in the constellations of different worlds, but since he has spent many more days in this world and has looked up at the night sky quite a few times, the position of the stars and moon is generally understandable and can be determined without any problems if it is preliminary to the degree of direction.

But.

(Even if I can use it, that's about it...)

One of the factors that has been unsettling since coming to this world is also increasing his distress here.

Watching the sky, he sighed a melancholy sigh from the bottom of his belly, Mizumi.

Yes, even if I could, as I said this much, the astrology that can make water light in this world is currently only to this extent.

It is true that it is possible to magically classify the spectrum of stars - which refers here to the rays emitted by the stars - to determine what attributes that star is in and to use it for some sorcery, but divination, which is synonymous with astrology, and the star's majesty, which is most effective in applying it to sorcery, are unable to achieve maximum effect in this world because they have virtually no use of the meanings associated with names, stars, or the influence of constellations.

Meteoric falls, ice curse magic would be a good example of this. In the other world, these sorceries, which boast vicious power if only the conditions of place and time are met, can only bring out less than half of their mystery when they are maximized here in the other world.

Two powerful magic tricks I ask for in battle. Then I want to sigh and vomit with water and melancholy.

"Ugh..."

- Well, after we talked about Refill and the Demons, Shuiming, who decided to look for a place where she was likely to be able to have a wild lodge before dusk, stepped straight into the back of the woods with her.

On the road, there were spreads, swords, and swarms of wolves, but at the end of the day, we could find a cave that seemed to shed water and night dew in a few moments without meeting the demons.

In this situation, it would have been a shame not to want it.

By that time the sunset had already melted by more than half, and the sky was at the border between evening and night switching, so that the twist was ready as soon as possible, after a whispering dinner, to this day.

Looking at the starry sky, Shuiming can think about the future, but its guiding principles have yet to show their certainty.

Though it would be nice if you let your love pop up, now what should you do after this? In view of the circumstances, it's probably inevitable to fight that demon clan that says Rajas...

"You said you were bringing your people, he"

Rajas, a demon general who opposed him during the day. Remember that huge body and mouth once in your head and measure your thoughts.

Rajas was talking about how he could afford to take my men to Lefir at that time. No way, I don't think he's bringing gestures in hundreds of thousands of units, as he's also been talking about Refill, but it's how he was planning some kind of military action. You have to be prepared to deal with the numbers there.

It was therefore greatly regretted here that meteor falls could not be used. Certain sorceries will only work for the Demon Clan, but as they did when they used Ashur Banipal, they can be somewhat impossible as long as they have the power not to take you for a living. The magic of a starry sky that instantly brings together numerous brilliant powers, tears and drops. Due to the nature of the procedure, it is a limited one that can only be used at night, but the non-standard nature of the procedure can be inferred. It hurts no matter what that magic can't be used with maximum power to extensively destroy a vast array of enemies.

And that was when Shuiming tried to sigh loudly at her worries this time.

"Hmm? Refile?

When did you come out of the cave? Lefir's luxurious hindsight enters Mizuming's vision with only knightly outfits.

Where does one say to go now? Fluffy and sleepwalking, its footsteps are utterly unbridled. Did you even put it on the manipulative yarn? I lost my right foothold so much that such a strange idea passed that I went to the back of the woods, the opposite of the direction where the water was.

... Now, where are you going without a weapon at night like this? I can't grasp the idea of a girl swordsman. After she had dinner, she said she was a little tired and rested one foot. The battle with the Demons, the one with the merchants, the one to get rid of the wolves, it must be exhausting, but what the hell is wrong with this?

"Sure, over there."

Put your arms together and let them think on the face for a while, and look at the sky.

In an effort to quickly remember what happened when I checked my surroundings, Shui Ming went to the sea of memory to see what happened.

That's right. There's definitely a water field where Refill's headed. Little waterfalls that made it a little taller and a creek.

But we've already got enough water in the cave, so we shouldn't have to bother going out there.

Now is the time to narrow your eyes to disturbing signs of falling behind. A less good hunch strokes Shuiming's neck so uncomfortably.

Refill is that unbridled foothold. Fluffy, I can't peek at the interrogation. Besides, we don't carry weapons that we can say are essential to get into the back of the woods. This is something. Something's wrong.

Then should we go after him here?

As soon as he thinks of it, Shuiming follows the refir that flew from the top of the rock and split into the back of the forest.

Scratch the bushes, twirl between the trees, and go back. Then, shortly afterwards, I went to the water field. So far, I'm not chasing Lephire.

And when Shuiming tried to get out of the bush in front of the water field to look for her, she suddenly stepped on something like a cloth and nearly slipped.

"Oops...... what is this?

Crisis hair. If I hadn't noticed, I almost punched my lumpy ass, like when I was summoned to this world one day.

But what the hell did you step on yourself anyway? What is falling unconstructively in such a forest? Yes, when Shuiming lifts it up with both hands, trying to make sure what she stepped on - fulfilling it.

"Heh...?

I don't know, Shui Ming's voice turns bare and his head spins dull in confusion. Everyone who sees it will rate it as a dumb surface. With that look, what is that cloth-shaped object he lifted - clothes. People can wear it, it was intended for wear... in short, it was clothing.

Besides, it was also a familiar garment that Shuiming has often seen lately.

What to hide. Yeah, that was the knight outfit that Refill was wearing, seen earlier on the big rock.

"Oh, hey, wait, I mean this..."

Words don't spin well, regardless of what you spread in front of them. Its bewilderment and wanderings are solitaires accelerating in haste.

The clothes of a familiar woman are rolling. It's impossible to lose degrees even if it's not watery - well. If you look closely, the underwear worn by women in this world is also falling near it. In other words, Refill is now taking off his knight outfit and underwear, and what that means is...

So much less, Shui Ming figuring out everything that's going on. The formula for the girl's clothes being dropped + underwear = could totally be done in his head. In a way, he has a demonic equation.

And there was no intention whatsoever, and Shuiming turns her eyes to you, stained with that confusion, as if she had been caught gazing at something she can't see.

Then there was the figure of Refill, who was by the water in an unbridled way, in the manner that he said he was indicative.

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Now is the time to be pushed by emotions and scream in your heart, Mizumi. The emotions, whatever, are called in shame and alleys. What is a disturbing hunch? Is it a strange feeling on the neck muscle? I don't know why I thought of it that way, my serious self a while back. My head is full of regrets that I've been pushed back by a hunch.

Even if this was a mistake, the view from the side is entirely a diagram of a tooth turtle that came to peek into a woman's water bath.

If a third party sees you holding her clothes and peeking through the midst of her, you will not be spared the sleigh of perversion.

No, more than that--

"No, don't look at it first, Mizumi. Don't look! I'd really like to see it for a second... but it's not! Forget it, not like that! Forget it. Me! Forget everything I just saw. I just got back."

Yes, while turning bright red, Shuiming rots trying to deny something in herself. There was a futile grip there between the man's emotion to see and the man's manhood that he should not see, but the truth is, it was so utterly in the extreme of confusion that all the sober thinking in Mizumi today flew out of his head.

Let's take a closer look, let's burn it behind the eye lid, that's not the idea. I can't handle this. It's a magic trick. Plus basically because of his serious personality, he even decides it's all hate for words like big, tight, beautiful, or great proposition, and goes to erase it from his head.

And it was such a fold. Suddenly, Mizumino's ears capture a voice.

- Ah, ah... ooh, ah...

"Huh -?"

To the slight and frightening breath that trembles the air, Shuiming raises a voice that is surprisingly stained, forgetting also the front and rear.

- Now, to your ear, what is it that you complained of your predicament with a non-verbal voice? The gasping, groaning, yes, bittersweet woman's voice is such a voice that she is scorching herself by unbearable heat.

Isn't this just a bath?

The gasp draws my heart, and Shuiming looks out for Lefir again.

At the end of his gaze, on the water, Refill keeps his body in a nearby rock bed.

If you look closely, there is no sane light in her eyes. Rather than say you're taking a bath in the water, its like you're suffering by the water unconsciously.

What's wrong with that groan? What the hell is she leaking wheeze into right now?

At that time, Mizumi didn't miss it. A vicious pattern carved to invade her body was found in her abdomen.

"-"

A voice of awareness that leaked out unknowingly, perceived everything. It was the moment I caught that in my eyes. The arms I was lifting, the voices I accidentally voiced here, the eyes I looked at her, the hearts I was in a hurry for unsolicited shame, all of which drooled in dismay.

- A curse.

The embarrassment coming from the lack of immunity that had occupied his thoughts until now, and the confusion that accompanied it, fogged to disappear, as the words unmistakably surfaced on Mizumi's head.

Oh, and. Why?

Words of agitation passed, and instead occupied his heart - no, tightening was such a sentiment of pity, sunk in desperate thoughts and disillusionment.

I was wondering if there's a woman here who can suffer from the curse, too.

It's a curse. Yes, that's a curse. It's the first shape I've seen, but there's probably no mistake. That tattoo left around Refill's abdomen proves it.

The overlap of red and black curves is invading her white and beautiful skin. It would be a curse from another world. Every time a tattoo gleams in magic and gloom, the refil gasps and becomes more stuffy, just hastening to rub his crotch (punctual) into the rock all undisturbed.

That slutty act of masturbation would be because the curse, which is the source of that tattoo, is burning itself to the fever.

So who, with what the hell intent, cursed her like that?

"- Tz."

Overflowing in Shuiming's mouth was a bitterness so strong that it could not be compared. It's the thought of knowing the curse. To the curse, his undisputed, not least on the fringe of the cursed, this was a manifestation of anger.

- Yes, there was that day when I was begged by what I wanted to defeat the curse. There was a woman who mourned and suffered the curse of ruin. So there was one day when I learned the curse and ran to erase it. I couldn't forgive you. Such irrational misfortunes. Something in the world.

So even now - yes. That doesn't change.

So now, the thing that afflicts that girl that happens in front of me tightens her own chest like my own. That slutty move is unbearable now, no matter what it turns into.

- Is that the curse? What an outward path to impose such a curse on a woman and an elderly girl.

It's sad. That noble girl invites mercy into her heart that neither gain nor be said that she must be imprisoned by a curse and comfort her crotch. Poor woman. Scorched by unstoppable heat, he is forced into such shallow acts within ignoring his own consciousness. What does that say, not sadness?

Why do you say curse is all about defiling what you try to live clean?

Why is a curse all about trying to burn women?

Why curse is all about trying to sip their spicy tears.

In that way, the wrath sensed by pity softly smokes in Shuiming's heart.

And it still just stuffs me to the curse and brings me closer to her clinging to the rock with all its strongholds.

"Refile."

On her shoulder gasping for pain, she touched quietly as she called.

Then, Refill regains some sanity or lifts his still blurred gaze.

"Ugh...?

Its face, drawn to its voice, was reddish because of the curse and still frigid.

"Ah..."

And it's the voice of awareness that goes up. Have you understood that you have been called? But what colored her eyes when she stopped looking at the man shaking her eyes in pity was an unparalleled and unequivocal despair.

As I look at it, Refill's face is creepingly distorted. I was wondering why you're here. I wonder why I've seen it. He said he didn't want to be seen like this. Yes, the expression tells the story as if it were pain.

But even if she realizes someone else's presence that way, her body won't stop to be moved by irresistible forces. As opposed to her will, her body rubs its body against rock skin in an attempt to soothe the heat a little bit, as it resists the heat of the curse.

"Oh, yeah... ku, ah... hey..."

Yeah, it's like masturbating to comfort a burning body, just glossy.

"No... please, don't look... please..."

That, her voice, which is going to disappear now, no longer suffers from heat. I beg you not to see such a shallow figure, it was a grieving cry of the girl's heart.

... Slightly after, the curse hanging on her apparently calmed down.

Shuiming asks quietly, gently weaving the knight outfit he brought to Lefir, who sat down on the ground.

"A curse."

Asked for confirmation, Refile nodded quietly, keeping her gaze away. Again?

Besides, when he kept asking how Mizumino was, Lefir suddenly opened his mouth, dropping his fading gaze of light.

"- I am"

"... I am the one who will be brought into the so-called royal family of Nausias.... No, now that Nausias is doomed, you're right to say it was"

Lie down with your eyes, exhale to be exhaled. Its quiet discharge, which could also be taken as self-derision, was such a sinking confession.

Besides, Lephire goes on.

"The Norcias royal family - my lineage beside it is a family that draws the blood of the Spirit. I was also born strong with the power of the Spirit, so I have been raised since childhood as a protector of the Nosias. The days to come and the days to come will be beaten by swordsmanship and the use of the power of the Spirit, as a protection from the devils who will one day attack again from the North."

Then, Lephire turns to me and asks me like a confirmation.

"Even during the day, you told me that Norsius suffered defeat from the Demons, didn't you?

"... oh"

"At the time...... is it six months ago? We, entrusted with the northernmost fortress, were forced to crumble before an overwhelming army of demons. The battle at that time scattered my companions, and when I returned to the king's capital, only a few of them were in the fort, including me."

Is it hard to remember? Suffering is seeping into my voice. Still, Lephire keeps saying the words, as if she had to talk.

"The demon tribe went terribly fast. Soon after letting the people flee the country, the great army of demons instantly swallowed up much of the national territory. At that time, there was little more to fight against us. Yingjie Summoning Ritual, who defeated the Demon Nation in ancient times, was also screamed, but it was too late in this situation, and my power, which was my only favor, is hard to do before the Great Army of the Demon Nation. Our army, known for its strength, also had to be crushed by an overwhelming difference in quantity, and at the end of the day, it became a thorough anti-war against the castle in an attempt to show the will of Nosias."

Cage Castle, huh? Winning is more of a choice because you can't escape. Of those who took pride in the protection of the North, I guess that was an indication of their willingness not to yield and their resistance not to let the Demons do as they wished.

But. Then why is Lephire still alive?

As for the answer, it came right back without this one asking.

"As we were all preparing for Cage Castle, I had another responsibility waiting for me. I wasn't allowed to end up in the castle. Because of the power of the Spirit. With this power I had to survive to keep the power of the Spirit alive. Like everyone else, I was not allowed to fight the castle to the end with my pillow. Yes, but with this power, my father, my mother, my friends, my loved ones, abandoned everything and I was forced to flee..."

Was it more thoughtless than analogy? Remarkably lowers the shoulders of the refir as if they were dropped.

Mizumi lives in modern Japan. I find it pleasing to have a life first, but I guess that was intolerable for a human being in this world who has made the battle a living thing and has been proud of his mission that lasted for generations to come. Spirit has a stronger power than others, so is that thought a part of it?

"In the middle of it. I was put on this curse. I ran into demons on my way to other countries, and I fought them, and..."

"Is that, you know?

"... no, not Rajas. It was the demonic women who had led the army with Rajas who cursed me. Apparently it was the whole demon general specializing in curses, and I don't know what he was going to do, but he hung this curse like a play on me when I lost the fight and couldn't move. The bugs crawl and console themselves."

That's all. Refill closing without force.

Was there a history of such a curse? I guess she was pointing strong feelings toward the Demons, not just about the curse, but because so many thoughts overlapped.

And so Shuiming, he realizes. Speaking of which, and. I had something in mind about Lephire's curse before.

"Maybe even a Metail lodging before?

"Oh. Did you remember.... right. They were looking for a water field like that the night before we didn't even know it. I woke up that morning and sneaked back to the inn... and then, as you know, I bumped into you then."

Keep asking, Mizumi.

"Do you know what causes the curse to activate?

"This is apparently what happens when you exercise the power of the Spirit strongly. I was hunting demons the day before yesterday at the request of the Alliance. I guess that's why."

"What about the curse?

"I tried. But naturally it was superfluous in my hand, not a wizard, and the famous wizard and the priest of the Salvation Church threw a spoonful of it."

So all this time, has she suffered from this curse? Don't find that action that goes unconsciously without the art of cursing or cursing. Hold one.

... that's what he said, then Lephile could fade into disillusionment or sink into silence for a while, but eventually laughs powerlessly to despise herself.

"Refile?"

"- Laugh at me. I'm such a woman. The demons cast a humble curse on me. This... this!

That being said, abruptly, Refill grabs Mizumi's collar with both hands.

Grab the collar and laugh, and I'll sue you to laugh off, you cursed woman. I couldn't stand this fact, so even make it a joke, and the smile I was forced to make collapsed into disillusionment, and that persecuted look was just hopeless.

"That would be hilarious! This is the punishment that came to me for being caught in the power of the Spirit and forsaking those who must be protected! What do you want to do to protect people? I bet you do. There's no such thing as this! Cursed by hate enemies, still exposed to shame without dying, etc..."

Do you call it punishment? That self-reproach. Of a girl who tried too hard to be right, it's a cry of hearts moaning irrationally.

How can you laugh at that? How can you laugh and do what the world has learned and suffered unreasonably? The tears that shed in despair are such thoughts that they can never be laughed at by anyone.

The voice of a sad woman who wishes me to make a joke is just painful here.

Eventually Lefir's hand, unable to chew the whimper to death, leaves his collar.

Eventually, she shudders to sneeze, her shoulders.

"I was even hung by a phrase that damaged my death in my country, a curse that would have prevented me from living without shallow comfort of my body. Is there such a miserable thing..."

They take my country, they take my loved ones, and they still impose shame on the curse. Nothing would be more intolerable for a woman.

Keeping his heart tightened to that appearance, Shuiming turns his arms around Lefir's shoulder, which gives him a whisper and tears.

"Refile. Excuse me. Excuse me for a moment."

"Ahh."

And then leave her short knight outfit jacket to reveal its smooth, wet complexion.

"Oh, no..."

Did you feel yourself in danger when you were touched? Girl with her eyes closed and her voice stretched. I fought resolutely against the Demons, the strength of the swordsman is now without a shadow to see.

Never mind her frightened by the man, Shuiming lifts Lefir's breasts and touches the curse engraved on her stiff skin.

"- correspondence"

(- All things illuminated)

It was the magic of analysis that took place. Put your hand directly on that curse mark of Refill, which gets smaller in your arms, and examine the curse ceremony. Information on the magic formation that spreads the flat of the hand to its starting point and the ceremony that gradually enters its head. It is not a curse that sends a natural curse to impose an act. As for the kind, it's more than the sorcery of sorcery. I can see that far, but it is also impossible to decurse Mizumi, who has modern magical knowledge.

With his teeth bitten by that fact, Shuiming magically casts a magic on his palm and now puts a curse relieving technique on his curse.

"Ugh, gu... ah"

Often now, the painful voice of Refill gradually turns into something as serene as it is at peace. Eventually, Shuiming asks her, whose rough breathing has subsided.

"How's the bodily lighting?

"Huh... ah, ha... oh. Sounds a lot easier... what's that now?

"My magic suppressed the effect of the curse. This would have made things a little better."

"Really? Nobody's ever done that before..."

Is that a relief voice? Guilt solicits in that restful voice. Even if you can interfere somewhat with the effect of the curse, in the end...

"... sorry. I can't break this curse, even if I can weaken it temporarily. This type of curse is not the only one that plants a curse on Refill. So I don't think we can curse it unless we tail the operator who set it up or do something about the medium we used when we cursed Refill."

That's what I say, Shui Ming bowing his head to disillusionment.

Similar sorcery is applied to the curse hanging on the Refill.

- Similar sorcery. It is a classification of sorcery, spells, proposed by James George Fraser, an English anthropologist and mystician along with contact sorcery. An article of similar form is the idea based on a similar law that all of it is connected where it cannot be seen and affects each other, under the concept of saying that the form is similar, causing the connection, amplifying it by mystery and sublimating it to a curse.

Today, many sorceries and spells are divided by this taxonomy.

This most often involves the use of puppets that follow the target audience and photographs taken by the target audience, giving the target audience the efficacy they wanted, with examples of Japanese ugly carvings and Haitian voodoo puppets.

The research suggests that it's probably the same kind of thing that's on Refill. I guess you're using something that mimics the target audience to make the curse easy to un-curse.

"I'm sorry. I'm full of it."

"That's okay. Thanks."

I am never reminded of my powerlessness more than when I see an indelible curse. To Shuiming, who apologizes at twilight with powerlessness, Lephile made a spicy smile and waved.

... Eventually, a hot Shizuku filled with pomposity, pomposity and sadness spills through her cheeks. Like the rain that started to fall. Who knows, pompous, pompous.

"Ugh..."

That puts herself in this painful, she's the only one who'll know. Can I say something even if my mouth is torn, such as empathy just for rumors, such as knowing how it feels?

There has to be a word to hang. No matter how much you guide her, you don't deserve to finger the tears that this despair has melted.

Yes, Shuiming couldn't keep her mouth shut to Refill, who kept crying in her arms forever.