The 64th day of the other world summoning【Despair of the Summoned One】Part 3:

The morning sun shines through the window.
Laura and the other sisters looked at each other and knocked on the door of Ryoma's room as if they had made up their minds.

Tonton.

The girls were holding a tray with a breakfast that they had asked the innkeeper to cook for them.

After all, from last night until dawn, Ryoma had not once left his room.
The faint sound of him flipping through the door, ignoring invitations to dinner and offers of food for the evening, was all that could be heard from the faint sound of Anamaria's borrowed books.
The sisters' faces are also filled with exhaustion after an all-nighter.
It's because they're worried about Ryoma, who is just examining the books like a man possessed.

Tong Tong.

This time she hit him a little harder.
It wasn't the sisters' intention to interfere with their research, but they couldn't leave Ryoma alone, who hadn't eaten dinner or a nightcap or even taken a drink since last night.

''Ryoma-sama...?''

I call out through the door fearfully.
As expected, there is no answer, only the faint sound of pages being turned.
Finally, the sound ceased.

''Sarra........''

Well you're going to have to do it, sister.

The sisters looked at each other and placed the tray in their hands on the floor and turned to the wooden door.

Thud!

His feet, which had been strengthened by martial arts, blew the door open.

''Ryoma-sama!''

The room was dominated by darkness.
It was dark and cold, even though the sun was shining through the trees through the windows.
And it was caused by something emanating from the one man sitting at the back of the room.

''Ryoma-sama...?''

Saara asked fearfully.

Ryoma didn't look at the sisters as they kicked through the door and broke in, but only stared at the desk.
Some of the pages of the book were worn out, probably from flipping over and over again, and the sweat had soaked the paper and wrinkled it.
Countless sheets of paper were scattered across the desk and floor, and every name on the paper had a horizontal line on it.
(This........you wrote down the names of the gods you knew and checked to see if they were listed in the books....
A quick look around by Saara reveals dozens of papers scattered about.

''Sister........''

Laura held out the two sheets of paper that had fallen to the floor to Saara.
The papers had names written all over the back and front, and all of them had horizontal lines on them.
And if you look closely, you can see that they have the exact same names written on them.
The order is also the same.

''This is.........''

Laura nodded at Saara's murmur.

Ryoma wrote down the names of all the gods he knew, and then he checked the books for mentions, crossing out some of them with a horizontal line.
Then, when he had finished erasing everything, he went through the same process again to make sure there were no mistakes, omissions, or oversights.
So over and over and over again ... searching for a hope that never existed.

"....there is no...

The words spilled out of Ryoma's mouth slightly.

''Ryoma-sama?''

"I can't go home...

This time the sisters heard it clearly in their ears.

'I can't go home I can't go home I can't go home I can't go home...'

The words escaping from Ryouma's mouth gradually become stronger and louder.
With that, the darkness in the room grew darker and deeper.

''Sister!''

Yeah!

The sisters had felt a strong sense of discomfort since they jumped into the room.
The image they had of Ryoma was that of a strong, calm, ruthless, slightly gentle person.
However, the Ryoma that is in front of me now is infinitely fragile and unstable.
It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.
It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.
It was just like caring for a baby.
It's a good idea to reassure a child who is wet with tears.

It's okay. Ryoma-sama, we're here. We're here for you. We're here for you........

How much time had passed?
Before long, the dark, heavy air that covered the room was gone.
Calm sleep escaped from between the sisters' breasts.

'Sister. I should carry you to bed, shouldn't I?

Laura turned her gaze to Ryoma and said.

'Well Laura, hold that side.

Carrying a huge body weighing over 100 kg, the two of them managed to get Ryoma to bed.

What do we do now?

Laura's gaze turns to the destroyed door.

'I'm so tired after an all-nighter that I'm sure I won't wake up until the evening. As for the door, you can talk to the innkeeper and pay a little more generously.'

Laura said hesitantly.

''That was scary, Ryoma-sama...''

'Yes, but that doesn't matter we have been saved by Ryoma-sama for this body. That's why we are Ryojin-sama's property. All we have to do is to serve Ryoma-sama.

'Yes, I do. Sis.

The sisters nodded at each other and turned their gaze to their master, who continued to sleep in his bed.


(Where am I?)
Ryoma's consciousness was in a deep darkness.
A dark, cold, mind-freezing darkness.
I must have been doing some research in the inn's room.)
Little by little, Ryoma's consciousness became clearer and clearer.

'This is your mind.

I hear an inorganic, emotionless voice.
(In your mind?) You mean in my consciousness?

Yeah.

(I didn't say the words, okay?)

It's all in the mind. Words mean nothing.

(You're speaking the language, aren't you?)

No, you just think you are.

What are you?

Me? I'm the one closest to you, the one who understands you the most.

(What's that?)

Not now ... it's up to you to figure out the answer for yourself.

As he said this, a voice asked Ryojin.

'What do you want?'

Ryouma thought for a moment, and expressed his strongest wish.

(I ... want to go home. I want to see Asuka, my grandfather, and everyone in my class again. (I want to return to my normal life)

But it's not going to happen. You've seen it for yourself.

The voice mercilessly cuts off Ryoma's wishes.

(Can't I just go home?) (Can we ever go back to that life?)

I can't go back. There's a chance, though. There's a chance of that happening, but there's no way to get rid of it except at great personal cost, or by luck, as you well know. You know as well as I do. Now it is up to you to decide whether you are willing to make that sacrifice or whether you are willing to give up.

(What? What are you talking about? (What are you talking about?)

The owner of the voice dismisses Ryouma's question with a cold voice.

'You recognize and understand everything you just don't want to admit the answer to that question.

I'm...

"You could destroy this world if you let your anger loose. I've been summoned to this world to fight. Who's to blame for this?

That's ... because of that old man and his Imperials.

'No. The problem is the very nature of this world. This world is a twisted world built on the sacrifices of you earthlings.

The voice denied Ryouma's answer.

(Distorted world...?)

'Yes, this is a world that was founded on taking! Break it down. Kill it. Rape. Take back what was taken from you. You have the right to do it!

Do you have ... rights?

When Ryoma was about to nod to the voice, the voice echoed out to the world.

''It's okay. Ryouma-sama. We're here for you. Always by your side...''

They were warm, soft, and full of comfort.
When he heard them, Ryoma lost consciousness and disappeared from the world of darkness.

''Hmm. You went back without releasing me........well, that's good too. I'll make a choice sooner or later, even if I don't want to. Obey me or be swallowed up by me and whichever it is, it's your choice because you are your own man.

Only an inorganic voice echoed in the darkness where Ryoma was gone.