Living as an Unemployed in Another World

41 – 2. The Path of the Dagger (22)

22.

[Lock (lock)] The maid played with the magic ring three times, and the maid looked like she was going to cry at any moment. You will have the illusion that the world is playing a prank on you. She was a little sorry as she was innocent of a maid, but thanks to her walking around her mansion, going back and forth between the three floors, I was able to figure out almost all of her structure.

There are two suspicious places. The quickest route to the bathroom at the end of each hallway is to use the stairs on the edge of the three stairs in the center of the mansion. However, when I went up from the second floor to the third floor, the maid insisted on using the central staircase to go upstairs, even though I was in a hurry, and she insisted on leading me to the bathroom on the far side. That means she doesn’t want to keep me close to any place at the end of the third floor. At least she figured out that the mummies weren’t hidden underground.

The other is a separate building from the mansion. The possibility is low, but seeing that there are more guards than necessary, it seems that the Count probably has someone important to him. Is it a wife or a family? Both places need to be looked at.

I opened the bathroom door at the end of the third floor and went in, still acting urgently. The maid was so thrilled that the door was unlocked this time, to the point of stepping back. I closed the door with an awkward smile. Eat and live…… It’s hard to find people.

I stuck out my tongue, shoved the belt into the bag covered by my robe, then pulled out another ring from my pocket and put it on my other hand.

“Ugh…… !”

My head was spinning. I only put on two rings, but my body refuses to order. This is how I deal with tools with stocked spells, so there’s no way I could wield a wand or something like that. I put my hand on the wall, took a deep breath, and clutched the ring with my nose.

I know the location. The problem is that there is no certainty of reaching that place in one go. I looked out the window. The best route is to cast from an open area looking in the direction to avoid getting caught in the wall along the way.

I looked out the window, closed my eyes in the direction I could see the roof of the detached house, and then quickly clasped the hand holding the ring.

【Blink (disappear, appear)】.

Alicia blinked her eyes. As usual, she was reading a book to soothe her boredom and chewing on her life, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the beauty who suddenly fell on the table.

“Ouch…… Oh my tailbone. Why table and not floor…….”

“… ….”

She is the owner of glossy black hair, a sculpted face, a slim yet voluptuous body, and a look that makes you look up to as a woman. I can assure you that Alicia is more beautiful than any other woman she has ever seen in her life.

‘She’ looked around her room, not noticing Alicia’s presence before long, and then she suddenly lifted her robe and loosened her belt as if frustrated. Alicia almost covered her eyes with her hand, but she couldn’t help but be more shocked by the sight that soon appeared. She had turned from a beautiful woman into a handsome man before she knew it.

“Hu, I will live for a while…… Uh?”

“… ….”

When their eyes met, Alicia saw the young man’s handsome face and involuntarily blushed at her. It was fate. The sight in front of her was so mysterious that no other saga could compare, and the young man with the magic of changing genders was like a male protagonist in a novel she liked to read.

“Hey, stop yelling, calm down. Am I in a bit of a hurry? First…… ”

“…… What are you in a hurry for?”

“Eh?”

“I-I can help you! Anything!”

For the first time, the blue bird felt the eyes watching her from outside her cage. Her slender limbs stir the air around her. Alicia’s blue eyes gleamed at the young man with her smirk on her face.

──What do you think is the most important skill for a thief? Mummy.

Recalling the taste of blood in her mouth, Mira recalls distant memories. When she closes her eyes, the image of the teacher is still clearly pictured in her mind. Her man, who calmly subdued her little girl who attacked him with a wooden dagger in her musty back alley and narrow street, asked her in a hard tone.

──Is your hand quick?

──No.

──Then it’s a foot.

──Not even that. Get rid of the habit of trying to conclude anything at once. If you want to survive for a long time, you have to worry over and over again.

Mira thought that her master had started to catch her floating clouds again. The little girl knew that now was when he was most careless, but nonetheless, those nimble hands didn’t work on her master at all.

──Hiding it. You should be able to hide your presence, your emotional fluctuations, and look into the darkness brighter than anyone else.

──So you’re practicing ambush right now, right? Huh.

──If you want to be caught off guard while speaking, move your body in the middle of a syllable, not after the end. That’s not what I mean.

Stepping on her fallen leaves on a cold autumn day, her girl pounced on him every day with her dagger, and her man never hurt her, tapping her stone floor with a playful sound. Paid The two of them must have looked as if they were dancing.

──You have to hide yourself so you don’t get caught. You can escape if you don’t get noticed.

──You mean run away?

──Yes. We are not warriors. It means that fighting and dying is not a virtue. With no damage possible, preserve your condition and always assume the following. Surviving is the second priority.

──You say running away, but surviving is the second priority? So, what is the first priority?

──…… To achieve.

f*ck! Beneath the girl’s pink hair was a small bump on her round forehead. The girl who fell backward after being hit by her beating, struggled to hold back her crying and ended up collapsing on her floor. Her man smiles at last and carries her on his back as she runs out of energy and walks down the street. The girl asked bluntly.

──What does it accomplish? Dream?

──Surviving is also a means, Mira. Only by surviving can you achieve your goal. In the end, achieving the purpose of a long life is the virtue of a thief. Yes, you could call it a dream.

──Chi, what is that? It’s an obvious story after all.

──Yes. It’s an obvious story. Keep in mind though.

As I recall now, the master on that day seemed particularly happy. Maybe that’s why Mira still remembers that day. He hadn’t had a good day when he smiled like that. He also counted on one hand the number of times he carried himself on his broad back. The little girl just wished this time would last forever, she said.

──If I disappear someday, you will have to decide which way to go.

──…… Master?

──I’ll let you know at that time. The skills you have honed, the way you live, will show you the way forward.

──Why do you say that? Master.

──Follow the direction your sword cuts. Go the way your dagger goes. All training for that.

──…… It’s difficult, so I don’t know.

She just pouted at the fact that one day he might not be by her side, and just rubbed her cheek against his back. Stupidly as she was, she just couldn’t do anything about it. The words he said with a faint smile finally reached the end of his life.

──Take care, Mira. No…… Camilla.

To the girl who was looking at his face through the broken mirror in the cage, he said. Camilla, the slave girl, was no longer there.

──Go the way your dagger goes. Then, meet someone who can entrust that dagger to you. That’s your homework.

Mira laughed. It was a laugh. She took the form of a respected master, and even though she was beaten and tied up to the point of blood, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Is it a coincidence or destiny? On the day he fought to protect himself from the heretic’s counterattack, the treasure he originally planned to steal from the mansion was a potion that enchanted [Polymorph (Transformation)].

A magic that allows you to change into the form of that creature at any time by registering the form you want. Although it was a bait to lure him in and kidnap him, the potion itself was in his hands the day he died without overcoming his wounds. And, the creature that had been with the vial for the longest time was himself.

After that day, Mira changed into the form of her dead master through drinking a potion and continued to fight the heretics. He deliberately appeared as if to proclaim that he was not dead, and that he would continue to haunt you until he died.

Thanks to that, the hideout was discovered and they fled far away from the capital, and arrived here with a montage drawn, but they couldn’t stop their activities. Because his will had to be followed.

At least to avenge her teacher, who became an orphan for the same reason, who destroyed her hometown to be used as a sacrifice to her evil spirits, Mira stole the artifact that the Count had and fled.

But…… At the inn where she returns to her original form and arrives to hide her body. Mira looked back at herself for the first time. She recalled her memories thanks to a dagger made by a man, and when her knights arrived, she realized that what she had done might ruin her surroundings, and she found herself in a place she had to leave. She laughed at her first love.

I’m so tired. As long as she is alive, she will go through this separation in the future. Had to end She deliberately broke into the mansion and was captured on purpose. Every inch of her body was intact, but she was a cheap price.

Thanks to the count’s babbling, I was able to find out the exact time. At night they will come Even if you cut down all of them, those who are not good at it will come to kill you.

At that time…… After undoing the transformation and undoing the restraints with my reduced body, I would squeeze out the last of my strength and slash all of their necks.

That’s the way Master said. The way her dagger goes.

So, for now, all I have to do is stock up on my stamina and dwell on the imminent death. For that time, I quietly close my eyes. However, the noise outside the door inevitably enters the sensitive hearing trained as a thief.

The sound of the guards guarding the door hurriedly running somewhere, their footsteps receding. And…… The sound of a door opening.

Has the count returned? No, no. The pressure applied to the floor is different. Would he be at most about the same weight as himself? The identity of the visitor was a woman. But who is it? Mira struggled to open her eyes and looked at her approaching figure. And in that field of vision, one of her daggers fell.

Dangling. It was too light and clunky to be made of metal, yes, a noise like a dagger made of wood. For a moment, Mira looked at the object that had fallen on the floor with a blurry vision. And… ….

“What if I just pay the money and run away alone? I brought something I forgot.”

A beauty I’ve never seen before, a gentle voice.

“Oops, …… It doesn’t make sense.”

Unfastening her belt, the silhouette quickly became a familiar face and then a familiar voice.

The man’s transformation has been resolved. The transformation of the woman was also solved in a ridiculous way. Jin and Mira faced each other in their true form.

──Even if it’s homework, I’m not sure. I can’t even touch a real knife yet.

──Camilla, you will become a beauty when you grow up.

──What are you talking about all of a sudden?

──It will probably be easy for people to like you when you grow up. You will get a lot of courtship. There will probably be a line.

──Master, are you crying?

──At that time…… Choose carefully. You have to choose someone you will dedicate your life to, a man you can turn your back on and entrust your sword to.

──I don’t know what you mean.

“Sorry.”

──Don’t worry. That too.

“I was too late.”

──The dagger you hold will tell you everything.