As the wind orchestra club members, weapons ready, heard my words, I prepared myself for their likely refusal.
“Cease fire. Let’s listen to what they have to say.”
A clear voice rang out.
“But…”
“Vice-President!”
There were several voices of dissent against this.
It seemed the vice-president had called for a cease-fire.
“Returning to our original world is a beneficial proposition for us!”
As always, their sense of gain and loss was intact. Wonderful.
“But we shouldn’t listen to someone we can’t trust!”
And of course, there were objections.
“Have you forgotten about the house? The ghost was a good person! We should learn from that experience!”
Ah, yes. Euralia, huh. Her name seems to be forgotten. Well, it can’t be helped.
…And so, with the vice-president’s persuasion, even the president eventually gave in, and it seemed the entire group agreed.
…Honestly, it was unexpected.
I thought the wind orchestra club members would refuse to listen again, but perhaps having a somewhat comfortable life in this house had improved their mental state a bit.
When people live on edge, they lose the capacity for calmness.
“Let’s hear what they have to say.”
Then, three people, the president, vice-president, and another, approached me.
Of course, the other members were still on alert in the background.
…So, did this count as a success?
“…So we were brought to this world entirely for the convenience of the people here?”
I began by lecturing the wind orchestra club executives on the “easily understandable mechanics of this world.”
What skills are, why we (well, I passed it off as ‘you guys’ since I’m the Demon King) came to this world, what methods there are to return, etc.
Then, when I spoke about the temple-related matters, the resentment of the wind orchestra club members seemed to entirely shift towards this world itself.
…Well, that’s fine, but that’s not what the conversation was about.
“The other extraterrestrials and I have already come to an agreement. Therefore, if you refuse this offer here, the chances of you returning to your original world will be almost nil.”
With a bit of intimidation in my words, they visibly got agitated and started whispering among themselves.
…In fact, everything they were saying was being overheard by me, thanks to a stealthy maid puppet that was listening in.
“What should we do? Should we trust this person?”
“But it’s obviously suspicious.”
Sorry. I apologize for being suspicious.
“But if it’s true, we might not be able to go back.”
“That’s exactly why it’s a strategy, isn’t it?”
“What’s the point of such a strategy?”
…It went something like that.
In short, they seemed to be debating between “trusting might allow us to return to our original world, but we could be deceived” and “not trusting means we can’t return, but we can maintain our current lifestyle.”
…Well, okay, but hurry up…
After about 30 minutes of discussion, this was the conclusion.
“We need time to discuss this. Come back tomorrow night.”
…Okay. Fine by me.
“Hmm. I could easily turn all of you to ashes right now, you know?”
I implied, “I could kill you at any time,” to hopefully make the “deceiving and using” theory less likely.
“Well, that’s fine. I’m expecting a favorable answer. I’ll see you again tomorrow night.”
With the cautious executives behind me, I teleported away.
…Ah, so I have to come again tomorrow…
Returning, Toriumi and the others, who had apparently been watching, also came back.
“Welcome back. How did it go?”
“Yeah, I have to go back tomorrow. They’re going to have a discussion, they said.”
“…I see. Good work.”
Discussion is like the identity of the wind orchestra club, after all. It can’t be helped.
And so, morning came.
Good morning.
Today, I really felt like eating bread with butter and jam, so it’s bread for breakfast.
…Yeah. Today, bread is a pandemic in my mind… Ah, sorry. That was a bad joke.
Bread with butter and jam is fine, and then maybe make some crispy bacon and bacon eggs, and just heat up some pre-made soup.
The smell of cooking bacon is wonderful, isn’t it?
While having breakfast, we discussed today’s plans.
“By the way, when you guys were out last night, we got a call from Sagara and the others.”
I had left the “Communication” bracelet with Katori last night.
…Well, it’s because if I received a call in the middle of being the Demon King, saying, “Ah, excuse me, I need to take this call,” it wouldn’t be very Demon King-like.
“They said they finished packing and organizing various things and asked us to pick them up.”
Great. Then let’s pick up George-san and the others first thing in the morning and take them to the gym group.
“How did it go with Kinoshita and the choir members?”
I guess they’re waiting for the choir members to recover.
“If we’re picking up George-san, let’s also pick up the drama club.”
Right. It’s about time to collect Akashi and the others.
“Then, Homura and his group too.”
They’re apparently in Kukurtz, so let’s check on them and the choir members. If they seem ready, let’s collect them right away.
So, after Toriumi and I divided the tasks, by the time it was just before noon, we successfully collected George-san and the drama club, Homura and his group, and the home economics club members.
I went to collect George-san and the drama club.
George-san had reverted from copying the appearance of a person of this world using “Copy Warlock” skills and was back to his original black hair and eyes.
…He was quite handsome.
Hanamura was surprised by his appearance and grabbed and stretched George’s… no, Anzai Joji’s… ah, whatever, George-san’s cheek, saying, “I’m peeling off your disguise!”
George-san looked quite pained. Yeah.
The drama club moved out smoothly…
…after a thorough “cleaning.”
Once again, these kids were covered in mud and whatnot!
…Well, they were also trying.
Their efficiency in housework greatly improved by imitating my acting.
But they couldn’t quite replicate “cleaning.” Well, it’s hard when you don’t understand the principle.
After the drama club’s move was completed, Toriumi and the others had just brought the home economics club members.
…Of course, these people might be invaded by the home economics club’s invasive species, so we’ve taken measures for that.
The gym group’s location on the 2F south is spacious, housing about 200 students.
So it’s divided somewhat like households, either by club or by friends.
That’s why we had the home economics club’s native members wait with George-san and the others.
…What happens after we return to the original world, I don’t know.
For now, I’ll protect them while we’re in this world where it’s easy to kill or do something similar.
…I might ask the goddess about how to handle this situation.
So, everyone except the choir club, Kinoshita, and the wind orchestra club members gathered in the 2F south, with the gym group.
It’s lively! Very lively!
As a special treat, everyone played hide-and-seek and other games, making good use of the vast grasslands and free time.
It’s hard to imagine such things when we first came to this world.
…And then we returned to the 2F northeast area.
For an important, very important discussion.
“…What about the Origin?”
The conversation about this world’s situation.
The Origin endlessly absorbs magic.
And when the magic is depleted, this world will perish.
And because of our presence, the amount of magic seems to be compensated. We extraterrestrials are apparently masses of magic.
…So far, that’s what we know.
…Therefore, if we leave as is, the Origin will destroy the world.
But it’s not so simple as to eliminate all Origins before leaving.
Because, when you try to eliminate a Origin, it turns into a monster.
Moreover, it becomes increasingly powerful and troublesome.
…We don’t owe this world that much.
Honestly, not at all.
Of course, if left alone, this world will undoubtedly perish.
Because even we extraterrestrials, who hesitate to fight, cannot defeat a monster that the skill-less people of this world could defeat.
It’s impossible. So, unable to eliminate the Origins, this world will perish.
However, we’ve grown somewhat fond of this world, enough to feel slightly troubled about leaving it to its fate.
George-san… well, he’s not from this world. Let’s see, Ms. Ariane, the temple people, Homo Magus whom I’d rather thank (physically), and the goddess and demon king, and more importantly… Ketorami, Hunter, Glida, and Marbello. And then, Tera and Shuura, and the newly captured dragons.
Having grown fond of things in this world, its demise feels rather… sad.
…But if we end up dying for this world, that’s unacceptable.
It’s about balance, surely.
…That’s the discussion. Yes.
“Maybe we can go one more level?”
“Maybe try a battle first… Hmm.”
Everyone is kind, or rather, too soft.
So it’s already decided to reduce the Origins as much as possible.
“If we’re going to do it, should we target another Origin shared by Maito-san next?”
“Yeah, I’d rather fight a girl, a young girl, or even a female mannequin than an 8-meter monster.”
“Next would be a mature woman mannequin, and then an old woman mannequin?”
…Let’s set that aside for a moment.
Should I say it or not?
Let’s say it.
Yes, more information is better.
…I believe that you all can handle this information as I would.
“Um, I have something to report.”
As the wind orchestra club members, weapons ready, heard my words, I prepared myself for their likely refusal.
“Cease fire. Let’s listen to what they have to say.”
A clear voice rang out.
“But…”
“Vice-President!”
There were several voices of dissent against this.
It seemed the vice-president had called for a cease-fire.
“Returning to our original world is a beneficial proposition for us!”
As always, their sense of gain and loss was intact. Wonderful.
“But we shouldn’t listen to someone we can’t trust!”
And of course, there were objections.
“Have you forgotten about the house? The ghost was a good person! We should learn from that experience!”
Ah, yes. Euralia, huh. Her name seems to be forgotten. Well, it can’t be helped.
…And so, with the vice-president’s persuasion, even the president eventually gave in, and it seemed the entire group agreed.
…Honestly, it was unexpected.
I thought the wind orchestra club members would refuse to listen again, but perhaps having a somewhat comfortable life in this house had improved their mental state a bit.
When people live on edge, they lose the capacity for calmness.
“Let’s hear what they have to say.”
Then, three people, the president, vice-president, and another, approached me.
Of course, the other members were still on alert in the background.
…So, did this count as a success?
“…So we were brought to this world entirely for the convenience of the people here?”
I began by lecturing the wind orchestra club executives on the “easily understandable mechanics of this world.”
What skills are, why we (well, I passed it off as ‘you guys’ since I’m the Demon King) came to this world, what methods there are to return, etc.
Then, when I spoke about the temple-related matters, the resentment of the wind orchestra club members seemed to entirely shift towards this world itself.
…Well, that’s fine, but that’s not what the conversation was about.
“The other extraterrestrials and I have already come to an agreement. Therefore, if you refuse this offer here, the chances of you returning to your original world will be almost nil.”
With a bit of intimidation in my words, they visibly got agitated and started whispering among themselves.
…In fact, everything they were saying was being overheard by me, thanks to a stealthy maid puppet that was listening in.
“What should we do? Should we trust this person?”
“But it’s obviously suspicious.”
Sorry. I apologize for being suspicious.
“But if it’s true, we might not be able to go back.”
“That’s exactly why it’s a strategy, isn’t it?”
“What’s the point of such a strategy?”
…It went something like that.
In short, they seemed to be debating between “trusting might allow us to return to our original world, but we could be deceived” and “not trusting means we can’t return, but we can maintain our current lifestyle.”
…Well, okay, but hurry up…
After about 30 minutes of discussion, this was the conclusion.
“We need time to discuss this. Come back tomorrow night.”
…Okay. Fine by me.
“Hmm. I could easily turn all of you to ashes right now, you know?”
I implied, “I could kill you at any time,” to hopefully make the “deceiving and using” theory less likely.
“Well, that’s fine. I’m expecting a favorable answer. I’ll see you again tomorrow night.”
With the cautious executives behind me, I teleported away.
…Ah, so I have to come again tomorrow…
Returning, Toriumi and the others, who had apparently been watching, also came back.
“Welcome back. How did it go?”
“Yeah, I have to go back tomorrow. They’re going to have a discussion, they said.”
“…I see. Good work.”
Discussion is like the identity of the wind orchestra club, after all. It can’t be helped.
And so, morning came.
Good morning.
Today, I really felt like eating bread with butter and jam, so it’s bread for breakfast.
…Yeah. Today, bread is a pandemic in my mind… Ah, sorry. That was a bad joke.
Bread with butter and jam is fine, and then maybe make some crispy bacon and bacon eggs, and just heat up some pre-made soup.
The smell of cooking bacon is wonderful, isn’t it?
While having breakfast, we discussed today’s plans.
“By the way, when you guys were out last night, we got a call from Sagara and the others.”
I had left the “Communication” bracelet with Katori last night.
…Well, it’s because if I received a call in the middle of being the Demon King, saying, “Ah, excuse me, I need to take this call,” it wouldn’t be very Demon King-like.
“They said they finished packing and organizing various things and asked us to pick them up.”
Great. Then let’s pick up George-san and the others first thing in the morning and take them to the gym group.
“How did it go with Kinoshita and the choir members?”
I guess they’re waiting for the choir members to recover.
“If we’re picking up George-san, let’s also pick up the drama club.”
Right. It’s about time to collect Akashi and the others.
“Then, Homura and his group too.”
They’re apparently in Kukurtz, so let’s check on them and the choir members. If they seem ready, let’s collect them right away.
So, after Toriumi and I divided the tasks, by the time it was just before noon, we successfully collected George-san and the drama club, Homura and his group, and the home economics club members.
I went to collect George-san and the drama club.
George-san had reverted from copying the appearance of a person of this world using “Copy Warlock” skills and was back to his original black hair and eyes.
…He was quite handsome.
Hanamura was surprised by his appearance and grabbed and stretched George’s… no, Anzai Joji’s… ah, whatever, George-san’s cheek, saying, “I’m peeling off your disguise!”
George-san looked quite pained. Yeah.
The drama club moved out smoothly…
…after a thorough “cleaning.”
Once again, these kids were covered in mud and whatnot!
…Well, they were also trying.
Their efficiency in housework greatly improved by imitating my acting.
But they couldn’t quite replicate “cleaning.” Well, it’s hard when you don’t understand the principle.
After the drama club’s move was completed, Toriumi and the others had just brought the home economics club members.
…Of course, these people might be invaded by the home economics club’s invasive species, so we’ve taken measures for that.
The gym group’s location on the 2F south is spacious, housing about 200 students.
So it’s divided somewhat like households, either by club or by friends.
That’s why we had the home economics club’s native members wait with George-san and the others.
…What happens after we return to the original world, I don’t know.
For now, I’ll protect them while we’re in this world where it’s easy to kill or do something similar.
…I might ask the goddess about how to handle this situation.
So, everyone except the choir club, Kinoshita, and the wind orchestra club members gathered in the 2F south, with the gym group.
It’s lively! Very lively!
As a special treat, everyone played hide-and-seek and other games, making good use of the vast grasslands and free time.
It’s hard to imagine such things when we first came to this world.
…And then we returned to the 2F northeast area.
For an important, very important discussion.
“…What about the Origin?”
The conversation about this world’s situation.
The Origin endlessly absorbs magic.
And when the magic is depleted, this world will perish.
And because of our presence, the amount of magic seems to be compensated. We extraterrestrials are apparently masses of magic.
…So far, that’s what we know.
…Therefore, if we leave as is, the Origin will destroy the world.
But it’s not so simple as to eliminate all Origins before leaving.
Because, when you try to eliminate a Origin, it turns into a monster.
Moreover, it becomes increasingly powerful and troublesome.
…We don’t owe this world that much.
Honestly, not at all.
Of course, if left alone, this world will undoubtedly perish.
Because even we extraterrestrials, who hesitate to fight, cannot defeat a monster that the skill-less people of this world could defeat.
It’s impossible. So, unable to eliminate the Origins, this world will perish.
However, we’ve grown somewhat fond of this world, enough to feel slightly troubled about leaving it to its fate.
George-san… well, he’s not from this world. Let’s see, Ms. Ariane, the temple people, Homo Magus whom I’d rather thank (physically), and the goddess and demon king, and more importantly… Ketorami, Hunter, Glida, and Marbello. And then, Tera and Shuura, and the newly captured dragons.
Having grown fond of things in this world, its demise feels rather… sad.
…But if we end up dying for this world, that’s unacceptable.
It’s about balance, surely.
…That’s the discussion. Yes.
“Maybe we can go one more level?”
“Maybe try a battle first… Hmm.”
Everyone is kind, or rather, too soft.
So it’s already decided to reduce the Origins as much as possible.
“If we’re going to do it, should we target another Origin shared by Maito-san next?”
“Yeah, I’d rather fight a girl, a young girl, or even a female mannequin than an 8-meter monster.”
“Next would be a mature woman mannequin, and then an old woman mannequin?”
…Let’s set that aside for a moment.
Should I say it or not?
Let’s say it.
Yes, more information is better.
…I believe that you all can handle this information as I would.
“Um, I have something to report.”
