Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

The way to the western gate with the wagon was hell itself. Winia started to grind me from the start. This crazy Sadist bitch seemed to feel the excitement of life in harassing someone weaker than herself. I just thought I'd turn around.

"Nigga, how have you been?"

"How are you?"

I was doing just fine without you.

"How lonely were you without me?"

"Lonely."

I've always been lonely since I came to this world.

"Wasn't it lonely?"

"It was lonely."

I answered as I prayed that this situation would just pass like water. No matter how crazy this bitch is, people won't do anything to me in this many places during the day.

Winia persistently asked.

"Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Damn good to see you."

"But why don't you look so happy?"

"..."

Static.

The word [Officer in Charge] touches your brain.

"Nigga, I can really search."

"Why, all of a sudden... what did I do wrong..."

Winia, who opened her eyes, grabbed my neck and dragged it. The body was dragged down in an instant. My frivolous voice naturally crawled into the rathole.

"You just don't seem to have the right answer."

"I'm a barbarian, so I'm not very good at what I say..."

"We really need to find our nigger."

- Fatigue! With the flow of fine Mana, lightning magic swept through my body. With just one finger, I simply manipulated the magic and applied a little lightning magic to my body.

"Gyuwaaaaaaaaah!"

I fell in agony screaming. I started to cry out a new line of tears in terrible pain. The lightning just now was a terrible magic used only by true photons who could only cause simple pain without damage to the human body.

- One more time!

"Argh!"

When the fuck am I a nigger? Why the fuck again, you barbarian!

"William! Go first! I'm gonna talk to a friend for a second!"

"... hope it's not too late."

William and Copson left me fallen behind and went chic first. Damn it... damn it! Why! Why did I suffer like this! Who's to say that being hit by a girl is an industry prize! It's just a dick!

"Nigga, you don't think I'm scared anymore because I'm an E?"

Winia approached me as she was rolling like a dog and squatted and said, He was smiling on the outside, but he was clearly mad inside. I don't know why she's angry... Why the hell is this bastard so tight again...

"Argh... Argh!"

"Oh, are you crying? Are you crying now? Are we crying niggers?"

"Don't cry..."

"Nigga... not even a kid, and you shouldn't cry about it. Do you understand?"

As I wipe my tears, Winia's face brightens all over again to see if she feels better about it. Some kind of madness has been reported. He was literally a psychopath.

"Let's go to bed, nigga. Get up. We have to go."

Winia raises me up with a big smile, grabbing and dragging my arm. My body is almost 180 centimetres tall because of the strength of my business. She grabbed my face and said, as if the people around her don't even care.

"Here we go! Smile, nigga! If you don't smile, I'll kill you!"

- Screw it.

If this bitch really killed me, she'd still be embraced.

"Ahahaha! You've got to be kidding me! Let's go, we'll wait for the kids!"

She grabbed my hand and dragged me. If I had a neckline when I saw it, I would have put it on me. It was creepy to imagine.

I may look pathetic. But it's a story I don't know about the circumstances surrounding me. First, Winia is strong enough to be thrown away in three seconds, and unlike me without a back boat, it is dense.

Who do you want to report me being assaulted? It's like a difference in identity. Whatever it is, I have to endure it or match Winia's screams.

One day I get revenge, motherfucker.

I grabbed him like that and arrived at the western gate. There was already a wagon waiting. Copson shook his hand.

"This way!"

Winia immediately climbed onto the wagon, and Copson whispered to me.

"Hey, Cat. Did you have a good date?"

"Wow, that was so fucking exciting."

"But what's the connection? You don't know why you're suddenly in trouble?"

"Ha, I don't know, damn it..."

Copson, who convinced himself that I was his girlfriend... went up to the wagon. But how long will it take to get there? I don't know because I've never been on this wagon. I called the wagon man with all my might.

"Here, wagon! How long does it take to reach your destination?!"

"Half a day or so!"

Half a day won't take that long. I trimmed my mind and got on the wagon. In the carriage were William, Winia, and Copson and their luggage. Pre-prepared wagons and luggage are a Class C quest. You let the guild get ready.

"Nigger, sit here!"

Winia hits her side and says, I wanted to talk to Copson, who I met a long time ago...! I tried to ask what was coming from the mud pit, and I was frustrated from the start. Let's give up.

Anyway, as he sat next to Winia, William looked around his intestines for a while, coughing and saying,

"Well, we're all here, so I'll brief you briefly."

William's explanation spilled like liquefied oil. It was a class C adventurer. Honestly, I've never seen a class C adventurer fight, but it was William's impression that guys like me couldn't get hit by a truck.

"Cockatries appeared in the grain field and said the damage was severe. Even if you say so, it's a subspecies of Cockatrice, so it won't be a problem. Just me and Winia are enough opponents. What you two need to do is help us wherever we are. The target is dragging his cubs around, so I'll take care of it."

"Got it."

"Absolutely."

By [Cockatries subspecies], the country can hunt too. And even though this Copson bastard wouldn't fight so well, at least his skills were similar to mine. He can be trusted.

In my opinion, this battle will end with William tying Cockatrice to his own body. You can escort me and Copson to Winia. But Winia Escort is a fucking asshole. Can't I just go out and fight?

"Of course, depending on the variables, I can command myself, so I want you to understand and follow my instructions."

Since then, William has fallen asleep. Being able to sleep anywhere like that was a very valuable [ability]. It's a big advantage to be able to recover your health and fatigue at any time. I can't. Most of all, I can't sleep in vain because I'm a fucking spine chair.

Winia lay my head on her thigh and touched her head all the time. I was teasing my hand with a nostril, and suddenly I thought I'd stab myself in the eye or put something like sand in my ear, so my heart beat. Copson turns his eyes to me as if it were awkward.

"Nigga, are you friends with her?"

Winia, who had been touching my head for a while, pointed to Copson and asked. I don't know... can you say she's a friend? I just think of him as a bastard I know.

Considering Winia's sensibility, there's nothing wrong with me and Winia being friends, so Copson and I are friends.

"Yes, my friend."

"So you're closer to me, or you're closer to her?"

Winia's nails started scratching my ears. It was a creepy sensation.

If you're close, you're closer to Copson.

"Of course I'm closer to you."

"Wow, you barbarian shack. Where did you sell your friendship with me? We weren't best friends."

Copson, who was listening quietly, shouted. You bastard, were you thinking that... I was deeply touched and said.

"Hey, Copson... I've known Winia longer than you..."

"Oh, shit."

Seeing Winia with no other reaction, I don't think there's anything I can do without being caught. But I wondered what the consequences would be if I said I was closer to Copson here.

"Well, I tried to rip your ears off if you answered wrong."

The answer was to whisper: Almost fucked up.

After such a moderate amount of pain, I arrived at the grain zone.

"Ouch! Better! Are you here!"

It was he who welcomed us with a great deal of emotion. He was a gray-haired old man who looked very energetic, unlike what he looked like.

"That crazy, cowardless bird is roaming our farm like a room in my house and eating the crops as they shut up! Please save me!"

William stopped his grandfather from kneeling in tears.

"Let me show you where you've been raided."

"I'll show you right away!"

Guided fields are, of course. The damage seemed immense, even though the place was scattered. Whether Cockatries had eaten as much as the big one, the farmers were hesitant to sit on their backs.

"He eats the crop like that and runs away right away! And when the ship goes out, we'll come back! If he escapes, we have no choice but to use our power! Please kill that crazy bird and save this farm, adventurers!"

"Okay, take it easy."

The old man had so much piling up on Cockatrice. A loathsome cry poured out between his teeth, even though he had a motor on his agary.

"I think that creepy cry is still ringing in my ear... that wing, that beak!"

We followed William behind an elderly man who was stirring and struggling. William quickly found a footprint to see if the snowflake was good. There was a huge footprint between the fallen crops here and there.

I saw a lot of little footprints around me, and I felt like I was picking up a little too many chicks.

"There's a trail going that way."

William specifies the direction. The direction in which they fled was the direction of the forest.

"Winia, tracking him and waiting for him to raid. There are two ways. What would you like?"

"Uh-huh... Maybe we should track it down? There must be a nest."

"My concern is that the farm will be raided while we are being pursued. Are you going to be okay?"

"It's okay for once! Can't you tell me we're going after him?"

Two agreements have been reached. To track down Cockatries and hunt them down.