Since the next different world is also the extermination of the demon king, I will stay in the castle in the same way.
　This time, I didn't force myself to head for the defeat of the Demon King, and I was just taking it easy.

''Whew!''

　So I didn't do anything in particular until noon, when I was lounging in my canopy bed and yawning.

'See, Mr. Sacagawea!　How long are you going to sleep!

　Ituna came into the room and flipped over my bedding.

The best way to do that is to have a look at your own personal computer.
"I don't mean to be a dick!　You can't stay in bed forever. It's bad for you.

　Mmmm, if I cut off the sleep-free cheat, I'd be tempted to coast in general too.
　The restorative effect of sleep itself is not to be taken lightly...
　But oh well.

All right, I'm up.

　I reactivated the sleep-free cheat.
　I woke up in an instant.

"Hmm, Ituna. You're dressed like that...

　As I get up from the bed, Ituna's entire body comes into view.
　She was wearing a dark blue dress with a white frilled apron dress and a catsuit.
　She was in a so-called maid's outfit.

　........I'll say it first.
　I myself have absolutely no interest in maid's clothes.
　That said, if you're going to be traveling through a fantasy other world, you'll naturally have more opportunities to see servants in maid's clothes.
　That's why I've started to look at the differences in maid's clothes.

　The most common type of maids are Victorian maids. Of course, it differs slightly from one world to another, but the design is close to the authentic English style, with long skirts.
　Ituna currently wears a somewhat incendiary design of maid's uniform, derisively called French maids. It's light and sleeveless, and the skirt is short. Most of the maids' clothes imported to Japan's otaku district are of this design.
　And gothic and Lolita...well, never mind. I'm getting off track.

　By the way, just because the maids' uniforms used in the castle are cosplay-style French maids doesn't mean that this other world is unique.
　It's not uncommon for a Japanese person to become a creator god like Hasumi or Matsuda, and even if they aren't, there are plenty of other creator gods who are well versed in Japanese subculture.
　It's one of those "otherworldly" things that shows the Genesis God's taste in the maid outfits of the otherworldly kingdoms, which can be found anywhere.

''Ehehe, does it look good on you?''

　The short skirt arcs unnaturally as Ituna spins around in a circle.
　It does not pant at the very last minute. It's truly the absolute realm.

''Oh, you look good in it!

　It's not flattering, it looks really good on you.
　The design is pretty, which is perfect for a girl like Ituna.

'Really?　Yes!

　I panted this time as Ituna bounced around, swinging her braids and pouncing as she was happy to be praised by me.
　Well, it's Itsuna and it's not erotic.

'From the looks of it, it looks like your bride training is going well.
'What?　Yeah, I've been helping out with the housework and I guess I'm good at it. I'm confident in my physical strength too!

　Working at the castle should be pretty hard, but Ituna is full of energy today.
　I thought I wouldn't have to worry about it to begin with, but at this rate, she should be able to withstand Eva's shigot.

"I even woke up Sakahagi-san!　I'll get back to work!
Oh, good luck with that.

　After seeing Ituna leave with a light gait, he stretched widely.

''Well, I guess I'm going to go beat the Demon King, too.



　They slayed the Demon King without incident and were summoned to the next different world.

　As we discussed beforehand, Eva and the others were all detained in that castle.
　It would be some time before they finished their training.

　In other words.........

'Yay, freedom!

　Finally, we can stretch our wings without Eva's eyes!
　I'm afraid of what's to follow if I implement Rule 7 to Eva during my training period....

''I mean, where am I?''

　Even if you look around, you won't find a person who seems to be a pledge.
　The room is a fairly large rectangular shaped room made of white material, which I'm not sure if it's stone or iron, and it's bright even though there's nothing that could be considered a light source.
　There is a wooden door on the wall opposite me, and in the middle of the room is an ornate square pedestal that looks like it has a number of slits running through it.
　I'm on a magic circle painted on the floor a bit in front of it.

'Well, you're in a pattern where there are no pledges...'

　I sighed.
　Scratching my head in a grumpy mood, I approached the most suspicious pedestal in the room.
　Then.

(Hiccup.)
...hmm?

　I definitely felt a breathlessness.
　At the same time, a certain emotion flowed into my head.
　Is this...?

Hey, who's in there?

　I call out to him to see if there's someone hiding behind the pedestal.

(What? I can tell?!)

　For some reason, along with the sound of surprise, a feeling of joy is felt.
　Is this........a telepathic story?

Are you there?

　As I approached the pedestal to check on the owner of the voice, I noticed an object.

'A dagger?'

　An elaborately designed dagger rests on a pedestal.
　I was sure it was part of the pedestal decoration, but I didn't realize there was something like this.

(Ah, um...)

　Again.
　There's no doubt about it.
　I'm hearing voices in my head.

"Who's there? Come out and get your ass out of there or I'm gonna blow up this whole room.
(I'm here! (I'm right in front of you!)

　My threats have panicked me, or the strongest thoughts I've ever had come flying in.
　There's no sign of a lie.
　I didn't think it was possible, but I picked up the dagger.

'Is that you?'

　Items with a will are rare even in the different worlds I go to, but it's not impossible.
　Sometimes the weapons were originally created that way, and sometimes the spirit of the reincarnated person resides in the equipment.
　In fact, I've seen with my own eyes some people reincarnate into swords and shields and cypress sticks.

(Not!)

　But it looks like my prediction was wrong. I thought this was the one that was going to unfold.
　I looked behind the pedestal, just in case, but there was no one there.
　There was nowhere else in this room where I could hide.

'Shit, where are you?'

　I sat down on a pedestal while swearing..............

(Hi!)

　A cute little voice echoed in my head.

'....No way.

　I pounded the pedestal where I could feel the cool sensation through my ass.

(Haha~. I didn't know that a man was leaning on me like this!

　Shame-filled thoughts were sent to me in an accusatory manner.



'I mean, I found myself on a pedestal,'
(That's right!)

　After discussing each other's backgrounds, they summarized the conversation and gave their thoughts.

''No, I've met all kinds of reincarnations in my life, but you're the first dumbass to be reincarnated on a pedestal.
(Ughhhh, I was suddenly s*xually harassed and also very dismissed...)

　s*xual harassment?　No, no, no, no, no, no, I don't have the s*xuality to be excited by a pedestal either........

But, I see. So you're an extraversion.

　There was nothing complex about the pledge's situation this time, and the following explanation was sufficient.

　'I was on a pedestal when I thought I was hit by a truck.'

　It may not make any sense to you at all, but I don't know what it means either.

'I mean, what's the point of being on a pedestal if you're so sad?
(Wow, I wanted to be a dagger, too, at least!)

　Well, it's certainly better than a pedestal.
　If someone comes, there's a chance that he'll take it away from me, and then I'll be able to see the world indirectly and be with its owner.
　But with a pedestal, you can't even have the goal of moving it around, let alone having it owned.

Well, that's pretty much it. Well, in that case, make a wish. As I explained earlier, I'm just a passerby, an otherworldly tripper. If I fulfill your wish, I can go to the next other world.

　When I told her somewhat clerically, she sent me a small thought, with a hint of confusion, or rather, a hint of reluctance to say it, as she sent me a small thought.

(That's, well........if you're willing to talk to me, that's fine.)
"Talking to you?
(Honestly, do you have a normal human sense of time after being on a pedestal?　I've gotten used to being alone, but sometimes I feel like I need someone to talk to.

　Daiza-chan chuckled.
　I could read a feeling of self-mockery in her thoughts.

(I'm a pedestal to begin with. And I can't speak because I don't have a mouth. I never thought I could use telepathy until I met Sakagagi-san like this)
Telepathy. Well, as far as I can see from your connoisseur's eyes, you do have a telepathic cheat.

　If your desire is to talk to someone, it's not surprising that you've designated the first person you've seen since your reincarnation as your telepathic partner.
　From the fact that the emotions are flowing unguarded, they are probably not used to using it.

''In short, I can just talk to him until you're satisfied, right?
(Yes, yes!)
Hmmm....

　I don't know how much of a conversation this pedestal girl will have to have to be satisfied, and I don't know when this pledge will end.
　Well, if I get bored, I can make a pledge not to talk at all by proxy and that will be the end of it.

"All right. I'll talk to you.
(Really?!　(I'm glad!)

　I can feel the real joy of the pedestal, and I feel kind of bad about it.
　But I'm kind of a job myself.
　Don't feel bad about it.



　After that, I asked her about her life and told her about my adventures so far.
　We talked about nothing at all.

"So, I finally got to eat my fill of the original fair tiki.
(Heh. Nice.

　I took a bite of the fair tiki for myself, and pedestal-chan's eyes lit up...not really, but I could feel that kind of emotion.

(I want to try fair tiki too.)
Oh, yeah. I'll give you all the help you need.
Then, uh-uh.

　I graciously accepted the offer and offered the fair tiki on a pedestal.　

(Ugh, I can't eat it. If only I had a mouth!)

　In case you were wondering, I tried it for a bad idea.
　I knew it would be.

(...I can't tell if it's warm or smelly.)
"Uh.

　Well, I've done it, haven't I?
　When I talk like this, I keep forgetting that the other person is inorganic.

　I couldn't think of a good follow-up, and there was an angelic silence.
　I felt something like a strong gaze, so I asked timidly, "What's wrong?

'What's the matter?'
(What the hell am I?)

　Oh, no.
　She's very nekkid.

Well, she's on a pedestal.
(Yes, I know.

　Gloomy and jittery emotions flowed in with the dense air.

'Oh, wait, wait!　Don't get dark!　You don't know if it means anything or not!
(Isn't it?　Don't you think it's strange that no one else has come after I've become like this?　(You don't know who you are in a room with no one to use, and you don't know how I feel, do you, Mr. Gakihagi, who can venture freely?

　Uggggggggg.........

(It's okay, I don't mind anyway........

　No, she's my least favorite type of girl...

'All right, all right!　I'm sorry!

　I shake off the depression that's almost infecting me and head for the door.

(What? Where are you going?)
I'm gonna get some air. I haven't figured out what's going on outside this room yet.
Don't go!　(Don't abandon me!)

　I guess she sensed that I was about to flee, and pedestal-chan struggled to hold me back.

''I'll be right back. Besides, what you are there might be clues outside this room. Doesn't that bother you?
(Yes, that's true ... but it could be true~)

　Of course, pedestal-chan must not know what's going on outside of this room.
　Even so, I can see that the feelings of wanting to be with me and being uncomfortable inside of pedestal-chan are getting stronger and stronger.

''........Don't worry. The telekinesis itself will remain connected unless I refuse.
Never hang up on me!　(Whew!)

　With a literal strong reminder, I walked through the door and left the room.

(Uu~, can you hear me~?　(We can't see you anymore.

　Invisible, you know.
　I don't ask how you can know if you have no eyes.
　Those who are reincarnated as living organisms often have a certain amount of pseudo-vision that works for them.

(I can hear you.)

　I respond with a telepathic message, too.

(Yo, that's good! So, what was it like out there?
(Straight ahead.) There's no doors or windows of any kind. Just like in the room, there is no light source, but it is bright. The walls seem to be made of the same material, so maybe they're made of that kind of material too. The end of the room is a staircase that leads up... hmm?

　There are a couple of areas where the floorboards in the aisle are unnaturally raised.
　I had a bad feeling about this and examined the passageway and walls with an appraising eye.

(This corridor, there's a trap.)
(What?!)
(You know, the kind where if you bypass the wrong floorboards, a spear comes out of the wall and skewers an intruder.)

　We avoided the trap with difficulty and arrived at the stairs.

(How could it be?!)
(Of course, you don't want them to get to your pedestal.)

　Is the absence of trapped bodies because they have been recovered?
　Or.....

(There are no traps on the stairs. I'll just keep going.)

　I could safely examine it with a visual transfer cheat or whatever, but that would be boring.
　These unknowns are the precious essence of a distraction from my boredom.
　There's no way I'm going to miss out on that.

(Ki, watch out!　(Please don't ever die!)
(C'mon, who do you think I am?)

　I started to climb the stairs, brushing aside Daiza's concerns with a light voice.
　After walking a short distance, the surrounding area started to get darker.
　It seems that the material of the wall is different between the corridor and the stairs.
　It's not the mysterious white material of the past, but a stone wall with an eerie pattern painted on it that is clearly recognizable.

　As soon as I lifted the corner of my mouth to see that and thought it was getting more and more interesting, I was hit with an unexpected obstacle.

(...........a dead end.)
(What? I thought it was the stairs?)
Dirt is blocking the path. Maybe it was an earthquake or something.

　Check the texture.
　Hard. Not something that's happened in recent years.

(Which means, whoever comes to me...)
(No, I guess that means no.)

　I cowered my shoulders as I turned back the way I came from.