Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

It was sunset time.

As always, when I returned to the city, the sky was orange and I felt exhausted. Orange was a symbol of tiredness. I felt like my eyes were closed due to the unique cosy air.

However, the city was energized by the heat of the festival, with lights on everywhere.

Priests and nuns who call on surname. And all those muscular crusaders who were laughing at the instant calmness show. Various religious officials put firewood in the city's heat endlessly.

"Sister Blarett is waiting, so I think we should go back. It has been a pious day thanks to the saints, so it is just to be thankful."

When he stopped, Elise smiled and greeted him. I decided not to think that I could wet my armor with the relentless blood of the undead and smile like that. It's an act. If you're happy, that's it.

"With something like that."

"I'll see you later."

"Yes, I want to say hi to my sister."

"... uh, you mean your sister?"

Elise's face turned red all the time, referring to her as a tease.

"I'm joking. Goodbye."

"... then goodbye."

She left so soon.

It was shameful to disappear as a bell walk.

"Uh-huh."

After saying hello, Claudie wraps her arms around my waist and speaks in a seductive voice.

"Shall we go back to the room?"

"Uh... let's take a look around."

I liked going in after midnight.

Anyway, now that I'm in, I'm sure I'll be back by midnight. So I had to go in as late as I could because my health was not going to be spared. No matter what, the bedtime is almost fixed.

She was a hybrid of the Dark Elves, so she was a wild horse. Time should be dragged to shorten periods of time.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I looked around the street with Claudie with the sunset sky illuminated. It smells good in the stalls of all religions. When I saw it, I received and sold Dalant things like grapefruit skewers. It looks so damn good.

"Oh, I'm hungry."

However, relatively few civilian-run stores seemed to be doing business very well. In this way, there were those who enjoyed the festival, and on the contrary, there were those who were concealed in the shadows. Civil stores had a dark atmosphere as opposed to bright cities.

I had to save Dalant, so I went to a civilian-run packed wagon to cash in and buy bird skewers.

The host said he couldn't do business because of the fucking religious people.

Well, there's nothing to say but regret.

If you live in the world, there are things like this, right?

"Thank you."

I gave Claudie a skewer and walked again chewing on the well.

"Less ripe."

I chewed the two coconuts at the same time, so they were less ripe.

There must have been a reason why you shouldn't be doing business. You bastard.

"I like the less ripe side better."

"Yeah? Actually, I like that side better. This dog is delicious."

"Huhu, what is it."

For now, I decided to go to the Church of the Salvation Heaven because I also have a prize.

The Salvation National Assembly, which serves the illustrious Sertoga, is also sponsoring the festival, making sacred armor a commodity.

There were some of them. I needed confirmation because I didn't think anyone would pick it up. I think I'd be less motivated if I sold it.

"Welcome, pilgrims!"

"The Lord of Light is watching over you!"

"The Undead Supply Exchange is this way!"

The tension of the priests seemed very high, even though the night was near.

Apparently, their faces were filled with a happy smile that came from deep inside their minds. They also truly enjoy the festival. in a different way than we do.

The fanatics truly believed that the world would come a little better with the slaughter of the undead, and it was the same atmosphere as that of the unsuspecting fanatics. I think it's just Dale because his passion is so hot.

I'm gonna have to take a look.

I grabbed Claudie's hand tightly and led her.

And I screamed like a seizure.

"My sister is my woman! You're my girl--!"

"Car, Cat?"

"You--I 'll pour it!"

"Stop that! You're staring at everything!"

I tried to sing aloud to get out of the way. As expected, the road that was congested was broken like a miracle of Moses. You shake your head, grabbing Claudie's hand and dragging her across.

"Well, it's complicated, though."

"Ugh... don't do anything weird."

"Strange? Did you call it a strange act of affection?"

"Oh, no! No, please don't sing!"

"I gave it a look."

The barracks of the church were also crowded. However, the shelves were all neatly organized, making it very easy to check the products. Equipment items from simple consumables. Accessories, of course, are good for all kinds of groceries.

They were so coveted that they had a saliva in their brains.

"The sacred leather gloves with Serto's emblem are 20 talents!"

"How about a glass of wine?"

"This is your chance to get the Temple Warrior's Axe for 40 Dalits!"

"When you enroll a new congregation, I'll give you 5 talents! Please come to anyone."

The nuns and priests were ordering all kinds of merchandise to be shattered.

I felt the sentiment of the people in my hometown who were trying to feed Kimchi to foreigners. You bastards, I want to eat kimchi in Dalant.

"Ah, Shiva. Sold? Sold?"

I was looking for the [Holy Grieves with the first morning sunshine of the Salvation Army] here because it was my leg armor.

It was a giant object called 120 Daltons, but the grib, which looks nice and practical, was truly coveted. That was my goal. In the middle, it hurt to waste Dalant by buying a bottle of holy water.

"Oh, there it is!"

Grieve rebuilds. He shows off his glorious posture and displays himself in high places. It's a big price and no one seems to have taken it yet. Good. I prayed that I don't want anyone to go like this.

"Well, this knife looks good."

Claudie was also looking around. It seemed like the flimsy type was attracting her interest. It was an unusually shaped sabre with a sacred emblem embossed on the cuphilt. The price... let's not talk. Expensive.

"There, there's a tall one!"

Then someone called out a tall man. I looked around because I was the only one who was usually tall. Then I saw a nun.

"Yes? Me?"

"Yes! Come here!"

The staring nun shook her hand as she said I was right.

I approached that way.

"Are you interested in accessories? Right?"

He seemed to be in charge of the accessories. There were various necklaces and rings on the left plate. The bracelet looked good because it had a religious pattern.

But now it is a setting to reveal, but I was not very attracted because I was a Buddhist.

"Hey, how about a ring like this?"

"The ring?"

"Yes! The ring! This is a gift that is guaranteed for a hundred years if you give it to your lover as a pair! Offer this uncommon opportunity for only 40 Dalits!"

The centennial was probably the frog of the merchants, but the silver ring looked beautiful in my own way. Claudie will like it if you give it to her? She also wears earrings, so she'll love the ring. She can't even live with 40 talents.

Not right now, of course. There were only 20 Dalants now.

"Well, that's a good story, and I'm a little short on Dalant right now."

"Oh, I see."

I said so, and immediately the cold-hearted nun called another guest.

No, this bitch?

"Claudie, it's time..."

"You! You!"

Now that I'm about to go back, a muscular middle-aged man suddenly calls me up. His waist was hung with a ceremonial longsword used by the church, and it looked like a paladin.

"You're very well!"

"Uh... yeah?"

The face of the middle-aged man said so. What? He's a regular muscle eater.

"Even tall! You're a man with a skeleton!"

He gave me a brochure that was drawn in detail by a man who was naked with a sudden fall in muscle with a very energetic voice. It was written in St. Carlson Kradet Cuthbert, a booklet containing the essential educational content of the training of the sacred flesh for the faithful crusaders.

What a crazy book this is.

"Are you interested in Crusader Training? I will hand over the Crusader Training Brochure to Dandon Dalant now!"

I don't care, you chew-maccho.

"I'm not interested."

"No, you! Your skeleton is very good!"

"No, there's no Dalant."

"Then why are you here?"

"Let's see what you sell."

"I'm selling a brochure with this training method!"

This son of a bitch seemed out of his mind.

"No, you don't have to."

"No, you!"

"Khh, Claudie!"

He turned scary and grabbed my shoulder, so I had to frighten him and find Claudie.

"Huh? Are you going now?"

"Let's go!"

After grabbing her hand, I fled the Church of the Salvation Heaven. Behind you! When I looked back, I heard the scream of a yoke with a kind of transmission of stone, but I ignored it with superhuman patience.

"Huff! Huff! You almost got in trouble!"

"What, what happened?"

"The muscular man touched me a lot!"

"..."

"Let's eat and go in before we go in. One of the skewers has no stomach."

"Huh, shall we?"

What do you want from me? I didn't ask. Because she's been forcing me to eat energetic foods lately. When I woke up, I was eating only that dish. Let's hit it with soup today.

"Let's go get some soup."

The food was worth a little bit, so I had to see the compromise as soup. I didn't know that eating would make my fortune less expensive, but I'm a desperate teenager to keep going like this.

After dinner, the sky turned off. The surrounding streetlights were still on, so it was not dark. Claudie hugs me in that mood.

"Shall we go in and rest now?"

"..."

There's no way we can rest.

Rather, it was the beginning of work from now on.

It's the night.

It was time to move on to the home in a cheerful atmosphere.

"Hey, Barbarian Shack!"

Copson crawled out from the other side of the darkness.

No, I really crawled out.

I was really crawling as I rubbed my eyes again, pressing a sudden urge to panic.

"Can you get me up?"

"What the fuck, you ninny! What the hell kind of fuckers are you here for?"

At this moment, I panicked because I felt like I was being beaten to shit. I raised him up.

"Calm down, Barbarian. I drank a little too much and the world is in control."

"Ah."

He was high and delusional. From the looks of it, I've been drinking all day today. Copson was a great juju whale, and he poured the money into his clan.

"Uh-huh, I used up all the Dalants. Something. What do you think? Won't you join us for the Undead Purification tomorrow?"

"Can it happen tomorrow?"

"What are you looking at me for? You're a farmer's son, even if I do. Drunkenness is not a big deal."

I don't know what hangover has to do with being a farmer's son, but at least I knew he was a big drunk. This son of a bitch probably doesn't even know what he's talking about.

Anyway, where should I take this son of a bitch... I see him crawling around, so I hope he's back up and giving it to me...

"Kitchen!"

That's when Claudie stabbed me in the back with her finger.

She was saying 'Let's go' in a mouthful without making a sound with a very dissatisfied expression.

Then I have no choice but to leave.

"Hey, I'll see you tomorrow. Come out to the gate in the morning."

"I will definitely go. By the way, can you take me to the lodge... Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Claudie dragged me to the inn just like a female lion who bites her prey.