d*mn it ...... I knew a good job would require a college degree or higher. ......

　I was groaning in front of a job posting I'd gotten from Harrow.

　The day after I took my first step in the real world.
　I got a bunch of job postings from Harrow. I'm motivated. I have a suit. I have no work history or education, but I've bought a resume.

　However.
　It's not that I'm not ...... choosing a job, but I still wanted to get a somewhat good job due to the fact that I'm sending money to another world.
　But that's where I'm a sad high school graduate. Coupled with the recession, there are no good jobs available. Especially for a freelancer whose only job history is with a black company (now bankrupt).
　I've heard the trick to this kind of thing is to go to Harowa every day and apply for good jobs the moment they become available.
　That's why I go there every day - and that's what I'm doing.

"You could even go into the culinary world ....... I've heard it's difficult to be independent without a certain amount of self-assurance. ......

'No. Is there a way to become an apprentice to a sword smith with a lack of successors?　But I guess that's hardly a paycheck ....... It's also tapered off as an industry ....... There's too little demand for it, even in the Warring States period ....... The number of cooks who are concerned with steel knives will only decrease from now on. ......

It's a good idea to call it a straightforward jewelry business because the scammer relationship is corrigible: ....... But that kind of place doesn't hire high school graduates because of credit problems: ....... Maybe it's because of the high price of the products they deal in: ......

'There are more jobs that make use of crafters than you might think, but I'm not sure. My local altar shop had a job opening at .......

As I said, it's probably safe to look for it in a regular company: ......

　I stare at the job listings, mumbling to myself and worrying.
　It's not easy to find a job.
　It's not easy to find a job, but it's also human nature to want to choose a few.

　The world is in a recession.
　When I noticed, people were screaming about the recession, and they've been screaming about it for years.
　I can't feel it. We've been in a recession ever since we noticed, so a good economy is a mythical world.
　During the era of black companies, we often heard stories about the good times.
　It's called the memories of the bubble era.

　They say that if you had the will to work, you could get any job you wanted.
　As they say, the streets were overflowing with people.
　The restaurants were all full.
　As they say, it was too late to buy a new car after two years.
　According to the saying, civil service was a job for losers.
　According to the saying, all you had to do was go to an interview with a company and you got a job offer and a golden seal.
　He said, "If you did the stock market, you won for sure.
　He could eat only with the interest rate.
　He said, "The land that cost 50 million yen sold for 100 million yen the next day.
　He said, "Every day was like a puddle of rice wine and poultry.

　It's a myth. That's all I can say.
　I can't even imagine that there was such a time.
　The fact that I had a little fun in another world is nothing compared to the feverishness of this bubble era.

Well, you're on the interview.

　Picking up some of the job postings I've gotten in bulk.
　Tomorrow, I'm going to go to Hello Work to get an interview.
　Actually, it's not so easy to get hired.
　It seems that companies also want to hire people who can be immediately effective, so it's hard to hire high school graduates who have little or no work experience.
　But if you are a college graduate, your chances of being hired go up significantly, but unfortunately, a high school graduate is the last one to be hired.

　Open your computer.
　There's no point in saying that you have a college degree. It's not that I don't have a hand in going to college now, but I don't have any money to spend, and I want to send supplies to another world.
　First, I have to earn money.

　You can look at jobs on the computer.
　There are sites that are run by Hello Work, and there are also companies that don't go through Hello Work.

But it's not very efficient to look for them on a computer, is it?

　I heard that there are a lot of job offers on Twitter or something, but it's hard to find them.
　After all, I'm going to go to HaloWa to find a job.

　The page of the auction is opened.
　Yesterday, I sent a letter of apology to the winning bidder who had left the mirror broken for about a month.
I don't think I can overturn the rating of "very bad seller," and that's a consequence of what I actually did.
　Anyway, I'll send the item to the winning bidder I've been able to contact.

...... hmm?

　I notice a new and growing appreciation.

'At this time?'

　The number of ratings is the proof of the reputation of online auctions.
　A lot of "good" evaluations are the materials for judging a good deal, and it gives the winning bidder peace of mind.
　So, naturally, I always paid attention to the number of ratings, too.

---- huh?

　The moment I saw the comments on that assessment, my mind went blank as if time had stopped.
　My heart jumped hard once.
　Broad daylight. It is indeed written there, along with a sense of unreality, like being greeted in broad daylight by a character I met in a dream in a neighborhood park.


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　Rating: very bad seller.　Rated 5 out of 5 by darker_than_darkness
　Hand-carved wooden masks made of imported folk art
　Comment: 1, the Great Magician of the Dream Vision, aka Mirage, is here in the thread.
　He's going to fix the mirror. Come home.
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The Dreamscape ...... great mage ............?

　I've certainly heard of it.
　It's a name I've heard from time to time in that world.
　Was he a hero of Elishe nearly 100 years ago?

　No, to begin with, Mr. 1 is .......
　Are you referring to the thread on the fairy board ......?

　It's almost as if I'm daydreaming, with little sense of reality.
　But no matter how many times I look back at it, it is indeed written that way.

　I checked the auction page where I'd put the mask up for sale.
　There was a new message from the winning bidder posted on the transaction board as well.

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　Hi, I'm darker_than_darkness, who won the bid for the mask.
　I don't know if the reason for 1's disappearance is because of the netoque exposure or because the mirror is real and really broke, but I'm just a single hobbyist who wants a black elf-chan wearing mask. Please, please feel free to do business with me.
　Please show up again in the thread. I don't know if Yumegen is real or not, but if he's real, he seems to have exposed his abandoned address, so I might try to contact him.
　I'm also a fan, and I'm looking forward to new photos.
　If you can, I'd appreciate it if you could post a picture of the black elf.
　I'll see you then, and thank you for your support.
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.................. Seriously? ......

　The product mask has been left there since I took the picture.
　It's a rather old wooden mask I bought at a flea market in Elishe.

　I operate my computer and search through my image folder.

It's this one: ......

　One of the pictures I uploaded to the thread was mixed in with a picture of Marina playing with her mask in a snap at the mansion.
　It wasn't like I was distracted ......, but you licked the sleaze-dwellers for deriving relevance from such a small photo .......

　No, it doesn't matter at this point.
　The great mage of the dreamscape is coming to Slee.
　It makes a bit of sense to me, but I'd like to hear the story anyway.
　I don't know if it's the real ...... or the person himself, but I've never talked to anyone about the Great Magician of Dreamscape. Of course, there's no way I'd post on the thread, and to begin with, I myself was only aware that it was the name of a great man from the old days - that's all.

　I opened the board.
　I opened the latest thread and read the summary thread.
　I made a few posts on the thread and heard from the residents.
　I also got the discarded address of the self-proclaimed "Great Mage of Dream Vision".

　Not so much as scrutinizing the information ......, but anyway--

I knew it was ...... real ...... or .......

　I can only assume that.
　Coincidentally, I've never referred to Deanna as a high elf in the thread.
　Nor have I mentioned Nightmare. Maybe I've mentioned the words Elishe and Luclaela, but Miss Mikandar and Linklemy are names I had a hazy memory of myself.
　At least, I'm sure they are related to the other world.
　And he says he made that mirror himself.

'Okay, ......'

　I want to contact you.
　If you could fix it, nothing would please me more.

　-- but...
　What if he's a funny man?

　I can't just say that I have nothing to lose - it's not easy to say.
　I still have that piece of mirror.
　For me, it's my only remaining connection to another world.　

　If I really was a dreamscape great mage, if I really was a wizard.
　But that doesn't mean that I can't say "Hmm?　Did I make a mistake? And so on, magic failed, the mirror was lost!　You can't say that it won't be.
　Or they could ask me to show them the mirror and take it away and say, "I made this one, so I'll take it back.
　If that happens, I won't have any power.
　Then should I try to counter that with my magic sword?　It's just me getting arrested. But I didn't want to just get beaten up anymore.

　Those "what ifs" took over my brain and it wasn't until the next morning that I came to a conclusion.

　In the end, I decided to get in touch with him.
　I choose my words carefully and write an email.
　I don't know what kind of person this person is.
　But if he's going to fix the mirror, there's no pros and cons.
　Because I'm not a strong enough person to choose not to do something that can be done, but I only see the risk.



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　The reply came quickly.
　Yumegen-san was surprisingly frank, and it was spelled out in a friendly way, saying that he missed the emespalette and how things were going over there in peace.
　It seems that he came to this world a long time ago using that mirror and has never returned to that place. To be precise, he said, he can't go back there anymore.

　After a few exchanges, we decided to meet in person.
　He said he would tell me the details then.
　Perhaps taking into consideration the fact that I was being cautious, we ended up talking at a coffee shop.
　They wanted to meet at home. He also wanted his wife to meet him.
　I heard that Yumegen was living in Yamanashi Prefecture, so it was difficult for him to get there.

　I handed Orica a brief outline of what I was going to do.
　I'm not going to be able to explain about the computer to her, so I just told her that she was going to meet the Great Magician of the Dreamscape. As far as I can understand, I added the words that I would like you to tell me about the Great Magician of the Dreamscape.
　After a while, Orica replied.
　What I found out there was--.

　The Great Mage of the Dream Vision is a human who was blessed by the previous priest in Elishe, and is the only person on record to have an "inherent job" in this millennium.
　The name of his unique job title is "The Dreamscape Mage (The Mirage)", and apparently his skill name has not been handed down.
　There is an anecdote about how he single-handedly stopped a thousand armies during a war 80 years ago.
　His gender is male.
　He has been missing for 50 years.
　He is a famous hero not only in Elishe, but also in all of Emesparet, hence the name "the 'Great' Mage of the Dream Vision".

　That's what I mean.
　Anyway, he's quite a celebrity in that world, and I've heard that name a few times myself.
　I usually don't pay much attention to it, but the statue in the middle of the big square in Elishe is said to be based on the "Great Mage of the Dream Vision".
　Elepippi played a small part in the play "The Great Magician and the Forest of No Return" or "The Great Magician and the Elf Princess" or something like that, I think.
　Why is such a person in Japan: ......?
　The mystery only deepened.

　Anyway, the members of the mansion were apparently excited by the fact that I was going to meet the great mage of the dreamscape. They said that the great genius who is said to have created the mirror will do something about it. It's a bit premature, but there are even those who are convinced that it will be fixed.
　Actually, I don't know if it will work, but I feel like singing for the first time in a long time. I hope this sentiment isn't "grasping at straws as much as it is drowning".


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　The appointed day.
　Yumegen-san came all the way from Yamanashi, so we met him at the station.
　I didn't have any landmarks. We didn't exchange photos with each other, but Yumegen said she'd make sure I'd recognize her at once if I saw her, so I decided to rely on that.
　We have each other's mobile phone numbers registered.
　We hadn't called each other yet, but if it came down to it, we could make it work.

　We spend the day hanging around restlessly on the first floor of the station building until the appointed time comes.
　It's nerve-racking to meet someone you've met online.
　The other person is a self-described old man, but the elishee conveys him as someone from a hundred years ago.
　I can't even imagine how old he really is.
　In that world, even rejuvenation with spirit stones is possible. However, there's no chance of an amazing grandfather coming.

　Five minutes before the appointed time.
　We waited for Yumegen-san to arrive on a humble train from Kofu to Fuji and Fuji to Shizuoka.
　He calls himself a wizard, but he's quite commonplace. There's no train line from Yamanashi, so I don't have a choice.
　By the way, I've just remembered that I've been called Mugen-san for some reason or another and forgot to ask her name in an email.

　Passengers spat out of the conventional train line and waltzed out of the gates.
　I just stand there and watch them.
　Is Yumegen coming?　
　We're talking about bringing an easily recognizable marker: ......?

Hmm. ......?　What's the buzz: ......?

　The turnstiles are somehow more crowded.
　People are glancing back and forth, and seem to be concerned about something.
　It was as if they were famous.

　And then the man appeared.
　An easily recognizable landmark ...... or something like that--

Seriously?" ......

　With people's gazes all around him, a tall, nice middle who stands out to die for wearing a dark blue cloak embroidered with a feathered cow, namely the feathered cow motif of the Great Spirit Le Baraka, comes down the stairs.
　He is a Western man with light brown hair set in a careless manner.
　In terms of age, he would be around forty years old. In a way, he's as old as I imagined.
　He smiles and waves to a high school student who turns around and tries to take a picture of him.

　...... Apparently, that weirdo is the "Great Mage of Dreams".