"...I see, the language you used to chant that spell is called 'Nihongo'.
Yes, I do.

　The principal's pronunciation of "Japanese" is a little different, though.
　It's like a foreigner who isn't fluent in Japanese saying 'Nihongo'.

　I'm in the headmaster's office on the top floor of the school.
　After that, the headmaster told the people who were there - Lisa-san, the guards and Clarice-san.

'Don't tell anyone what happened here today. If you tell anyone I will consider the death penalty?

　He included a strong statement.
　I'll take the death penalty into account, okay?　The part of the
　The headmaster was probably afraid to disobey, and all three of them immediately responded with a yes (although there were three different ways to respond).

　When I left the three of them, the headmaster told me that

'I need to have a few words with you, so you'll have to come with me. It's better than being put in a punishment cell, isn't it?

　So, I decided to follow her to the punishment cell.
　The situation is still unpredictable, but it's better than having to face the morning alone in the punishment cell.
　It's kind of weird to be left in the custody of that guard again.

　The principal's office is quite large.
　Unlike the image of the principal's office in the previous world, where soberness and austerity coexist, it has a glamorous feel, reminiscent of a rich person's living room.
　Are they some kind of royalty?　The room is decorated with florid furnishings that make you want to ask, "What's going on here?
　At a glance, the horizontal black desk, which looks like something a person of high and mighty might use in an anime or something, is not so different from the one you might find in your former world.
　Is it an ebony desk?
　And the head of the school combined his hands on the desk like a commander.
　Contrary to his appearance, he exuded a mature dignity.
　The first thing the headmaster, wearing such a solemnity, questioned me about was the language.
　Then, when she finished explaining the Japanese language, she raised her lowered gaze.

''That spell, could you try to say it again in a way that doesn't trigger it?
..........
What's going on?

　I suddenly realize.
　The headmaster and I are alone right now.
　If we invoke that spell right here and restrain the headmaster, we can get away with it...?
　The headmaster gave me a shooting zit-eye.

'I'm telling you, you don't want to think anything strange, do you?
...What are you talking about?

　Now, you've been read and checked out of your intentions, haven't you?
　.............
　Well, in any case, I don't think the situation I'm in will improve if I restrain her here and escape.
　Besides, there's very little information I know about that spell at the moment.
　There doesn't seem to be any risk in using it at the moment, but it's best to refrain from using it rashly just yet.
　It's a little different from being able to use it and understanding it.
　The priority now should be to 'understand'.
　Even if we were to try to escape, it's still too early.
　It seems like she knows something about that spell.
　Above all, I need to get some information about this world now.
　It is indeed tough to suddenly become a wanted person with almost no knowledge of this world.

''Well then, I'll take care of you.

　'Ehem,' he said, and adjusted his voice.

'Okay.'

　Once again, he excluded the last few letters and uttered that spell.
　It's as if it's ingrained in my head, and I'm able to read it out loud and effortlessly without getting a single word wrong.
　When I finished, the headmaster put his fist to his mouth in a cute "mmm" and began to think about something.

　While waiting for an answer, I observed the headmaster, who was nowhere to be found.
　He seems like a pretty scary person, but looking at him like this, he's really a beautiful, pretty person.
　It's a cliché, but she looks like an elaborately made doll.

It seems to be quite a difficult language........I wonder if it's possible to decipher it as a written language.

　I plucked a piece of paper from the stack of papers on the desk and turned it over, and the headmaster picked up a quill pen that was also on the desk.
　He holds the pen in his small, thin hand and holds it out to me.

''Can you write the spell you just saw on this paper?''

　I turn the spell into letters as I was told.
　The headmaster let out a faint roar like a little bird and ran his gaze over my characters, which are not flattering.

''It's a difficult script... as a language, it's more complicated than a poorly written ancient script.

　Then the headmistress made me recite part of the spell again.
　When she finished reciting it, she began to vocalize something like "wa" or "yo" as she listened carefully.
　Then the headmaster took a discouraged breath.

I see, I can't get the words to connect properly after all.......I see, so you can't try to trace out the upper side of the word. If you don't understand the meaning of the words and phrases in your head, you won't be able to read them out loud.

　Ah, I see.
　So the headmaster was trying to see if he couldn't chant it himself?
　Brushing up my hair, the headmaster stares at the letters I wrote.

'Are you saying that the combination of pronunciation and words is the reason you can't read out loud?　If that's the case, then that means that the 'spell itself' of the forbidden spell is tinged with some kind of magical effect...

　While muttering to himself, the headmaster seemed to be thinking hard.

　Hmm.
　What could he mean by that?

　Since I came to this world, I can understand our language effortlessly.　
　No, on the contrary, I can even understand words that look like proper nouns.
　It's a good thing that the silver-haired beauty who collapsed near the school - if I had the chance to see her again, I'd definitely want to see her again - said the words "Seiryu no Ussusudade" when she was collapsed near the school. I was able to convert it to 'Runeous Red' and picture it in my head.
　The words that I uttered are properly understood by the inhabitants of this world, from the fact that the conversation is effortlessly established.

　And yet, the headmaster says he can't read the words written on the spellbook.
　Is this........is this what it means?
　I can use both the language of my world and the language of this world.
　On the other hand, the headmaster can only use the language of this world.
　Both the reader and the writer.
　Even if I think I'm speaking Japanese normally, the inhabitants of this world hear it as the language of this world.
　But only when reading the characters written in the spellbook - the characters written in "Japanese" - do I speak as "Japanese"....
　Is that what you're saying?
　...........
　Hmmm.
　I'm not good at thinking about small things.
　But with my current way of thinking, there's a way to explain why I'm able to talk normally in this world, and why I'm the only one who can read the words that people in this world can't............................I think.

　But wait?
　Then I have one question.
　If that's the case, then who the hell are the characters in that spellbook--

Oh, no, no!　I can't!

　The headmaster spread his hands and threw his upper body on the desk.

'My head hurts when I look at these letters. Ahhh, it's so annoying.'

　It's a pain in the ass........
　The headmaster raised his upper body and leaned deeper into his chair.
　His expression was a mixture of fatigue and resignation.
　Huh, the headmaster breathed.

''Hey, Kurohiko.''
Yes, sir.
I'm going to ask you a question now, assuming you're an 'honest' and 'good' person with 'no ill will'.

　That's what he's implying is that if I'm actually the enemy, or if they find out later that I'm lying, I won't show any mercy.
　......
　He's insufferable.
　It's a good example of not judging someone by their looks.
　Well, I can't think of any merit to lying, either.
　I'll tell you honestly what I can.
　I'm tired of fighting each other.
　I shrugged my shoulders in resignation, "I'll do my best to live up to your expectations.

'I'll do my best to live up to your expectations. I'll do my best to meet your expectations.
Now, let me get straight to the point.

　The headmaster folded her hands on the desk again.
　Soooo, her eyes narrowed.

'What are you?'
What do you mean by "what"?
First of all, for a guy from the East, the dress is 'out of character'

　I look down at my clothes.
　The headmaster continues.

'But, well, I suppose we can assume that this is your own way of adapting your clothes to our country when you came to St. Renousled... although I still find it odd.

　Okay.
　These clothes are from the previous world.
　It may seem a bit strange to people in this world.
　I didn't feel like Lisa and the guards were bothered by it too much, so I guess it's not that strange in this world either.

'But.........can I call it an accent?　The words are pronounced much differently than those of St. Renousled and the southern part of the continent where this country is located. Of course, it's not the same as in the West or the North and it's also not the same as in the East, where you are supposedly from. You are able to read the characters that no one else could decipher. Now - so where in the world did you come from?

　Hmmm ... what should we do here?
　Should I be honest with you?
　That I'm from another world.
　But, will they believe me?

　It's a story about being transported from another world to this one.

　But it would be a bad idea to lie here, because I know very little about this world.
　I don't know much about this world.
　I'm sure that even if I tried to make it up as I go along, the chances of it falling apart would be high.
　If that's the case........I feel like I have no choice but to be honest with you.
　I don't know if people will believe me, but it's still better to tell the truth, one time or another, than to get caught up in the fictionalized version of the story.

　The principal is waiting for my response.
　..........
　Alright.

　Thus, in the end, I told it like it is.

　As a matter of fact, it's not like I didn't have a chance of winning at all.
　Judging by the stories and reactions I've heard so far, being able to read the words in that spell book seems to be a very strange thing.
　In other words, there is a very high possibility that it is a language that cannot be read by humans in this world.
　Then I thought that the explanation that it was written in another world - that is, the language of the world I was from, so I can read it, could have a certain amount of convincing power.
　Of course, it was still a dangerous gamble, like crossing over a single, thin string, but it didn't change the fact that it was a dangerous bet.

'Hmm... from another world, hey.'

　When I finish my explanation, the headmaster goes back into thoughtfulness mode.
　It's like he's in the middle of deciding how to handle the situation.

　Well....it was a bit of an errand, but for me, I'm sure I did a good job of explaining it.
　But maybe it's the effects of rejuvenation, or maybe it's the fact that I've been pushed into a situation where there's nowhere to run, but ever since I came to this world, I've been showing an unbelievable amount of aggressiveness, even to myself.
　It's said that when people are pushed into a corner, they sometimes display unbelievable strength, and I wonder if that's exactly what's happening now.

　You will be able to get the most out of this.

First of all, do you mind?
Yes, sir.
It's so false.
Yeah, that's what I thought.

　The headmaster's eyebrows twitched.

'Oh, you're aware of it, aren't you?'
Well I still can't believe it happened to me myself, so...

　Makina-san, facing me across the desk, stares at me with her ruby eyes.

''Hmm.''

　There was a faint hint of light in those sceptical eyes, trying to guess what was going on.

'I was surrounded by white light and found myself in a different world, or... it's strange because it's so false, it seems to ring true in reverse.
'I have no further means of proof, so I'll leave the decision to the headmaster.

　The headmaster put his cheekbones on.

I do like that you don't try to be a bad boy.

　Oh, that's pretty good, huh?

May I have a word?
Yes, sir.
Do you have any idea what you're talking about?　I mean, like, why did I get sent to this side of the world?
Not really. But--
But?

　I was conscious of my handsome face and smiled with a huff.

'Being transported to another world... a man's dream, right?
"Hmm.

　Hmmm, and I was swept away.
　And he seemed overwhelmingly uninterested.
　It seems that the Dean of the school didn't get the man's romance.

　But the reason.........
　I wonder if it's because God took pity on me after I failed in life and gave me a second chance?

Oh, my God.

　As if to regroup, the headmaster cleared his throat.
　He's a lovely person, even if it's just one cough.

''Well, that explanation you gave earlier, as to why you can read the example spell, certainly has a certain amount of conviction. As for the pronunciation thing, if you were to say that you were caught up in some event and came from another world, that would make sense in a way.

　As she adjusted her posture on the chair, the headmistress put her hands on top of each other and placed them in her lap.
　The expression on her face as she straightened her spine was filled with sincerity.

''And that would explain the fact that there is a section of you that doesn't even know about St. Renowthread and this school, let alone various other general knowledge. If it's a lie, then you're a great actor. Or maybe if you aim to be a writer, you might make it big.
Do you believe me?
I'm still trying to be a good judge of character in my position.

　Huh, Makina-san let out a small smile.
　That smile was somewhat of a self-mocking one.

''Unlike Lisa, though, mine is not the eye that makes the most of people, but the eye that makes people suspicious.

　I guess there's a lot going on in your position as a dean.

Okay.

　Makina nodded lightly.

'We'll believe your story about coming from another world,'
What?
I said, "I believe you. Didn't you hear me?
No, it's just that, you know, it's not, um, it's just that...

　I scratched my head, feeling puzzled.
　There was a small chance of success, but I didn't expect them to believe me as easily as they did.
　Even if they listened to me, I thought they would be asking me more questions.
　I guess my honesty and honesty in telling the truth instead of making up a false story may have paid off....

Well then, how will you be treated in the future?
What?

　At this moment...
　For the first time today, the headmaster smiled and gave a very nice smile.
　Then he tilted his thin, pale head and with a smile, he said

How would you like to be a student of our school?