Otherworld Company Chapter 118: If We Have A Choice, We Should Consider It

Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Has Girlfriends

Girlfriend(s): Suela Handelberg & Memoria Tris

Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)

Magical Aptitude: Nine (Quasi Demon King Class)

“A spirit of space-time. Another word that tickles my childish heart.” (Jiro)

“Is that so?” (Might)

　Time passed after the explanation of the spirit ritual, and I hummed the name of the spirit as if I remembered the name of the spirit that Mr. Might had told me.

“I’m sure you know that children respond to words like ‘strongest’ and ‘amazing’, especially if it’s a boy. Especially if it’s a boy.” (Jiro)

“I think so too. A small child dreams of signing a contract with a special spirit at least once. I remember being that child too.” (Might)

“Right?” (Jiro)

“Yes.” (Might)

　Come to think of it, Suela said that there was a person like that in the past.

　I know a friend or two from my childhood who dreamed of being a hero in the future.

　The specifications of the spirit who I am going to be contracted with are expected to be that high.

　In the past, I used to sigh and suffer from headaches when I thought that I might end up fighting something that could be called a mass of opportunism, but…

“Jiro, you seem to be having a good time.” (Suela)

“I’m beginning to feel the enjoyment of fighting a strong opponent, rather than the aversion to fighting itself, perhaps due to the influence of those instructors.” (Jiro)

　Now I don’t.

　On the contrary, I just think about fighting gives me a slight sense of elation.

　I didn’t think I was that much of a battle junkie, but it seems that I had the predisposition.

　I want to fight even if I know I will lose.

　It doesn’t matter if it’s to become stronger or to make a contract with a spirit.

　If the instructors saw me like this, they would say that it was proof that my spirit had been trained to the point where I could take on a challenge without feeling self-conscious.

　And they would happily remove one of the seal of power they had been keeping.

“A normal Dark Elf would break into a cold sweat just by hearing Valus’ name, but Jiro seems to be different.” (Might)

“I know, some who would stand up straight just hearing the title ‘special class’.” (Jiro)

　Mr. Might and Mrs. Sumirasta, sitting across from me, nodded their heads in admiration.

“Just chalk it up to education.” (Jiro)

　I’m not going to say it’s because I’ve had experiences that would put me in the third circle of hell, so I’m going to leave it at that.

“More importantly, I’d like you to tell me about Valus.” (Jiro)

“I’d like to say yes, but I regret, that I too don’t know much about Valus. No, to be more precise, it’s safe to say that almost no one in our clan knows his strength.” (Might)

　I tried to change the subject, but unfortunately, that too ended in vain.

　For someone like me, who wants to get even a little bit of information, it’s safe to say that Mr. Might’s words are disheartening.

　I feel like I’ve been hearing the word regret/disappoint a lot since a while ago, but I can’t be offended by Mr. Might’s apologetic attitude.

“Several people challenge him a year, but all of them are turned away because they can’t get his full power. What we know is that they can’t attack, they can’t defend, and they can’t see. That is why it is considered one of the strongest spirits. My father, seeing Jiro’s magical aptitude and growth, may have thought it might be a possibility and recommended him to you.” (Might)

　He says it might be, but I think Mr. Might seems already convinced of it.

　He believes his father would definitely recommend me to make a contract with that spirit.

　It is customary for a person to challenge the spirit of his or her choice, but there are rare cases where an intermediary is used.

　In most cases, the contract is made with the spirit recommended by an intermediary.

“Or, it may mean that if you are going to marry Suela, you should at least try to do that much.” (Might)

“If it’s father-in-law, it’s possible.” (Sumirasta)

“I’m beginning to think that’s more his true motive.” (Jiro)

　I could only say that it was possible for Mr. Might to imply that it might be meant to be a kind of deflection.

　I could say that he had instilled in me during this short period of time that he was a man who would do something like that.

　I had forgotten about it because the first encounter was so favorable, but it would not be surprising if he imposed that much of an ordeal on me.

“Then I shall do my best to meet the expectations.” (Jiro)

“We hope so too.” (Might)

“Yes.” (Jiro)

　Expectations, not pressure, I think the difference is only between whether it’s a burden or not.

　This time it’s the latter.

　I honestly felt that I wanted to live up to the expectations of Suela’s family.

　If that is the case, I will spend the time until the contract ceremony by training and challenging dungeons.

　I was thirsty and reached for my cup of coffee, but unfortunately, it was empty.

　There was no leftover coffee to refill it.

　I would have to make another cup from scratch.

“I have to get that.” (Jiro)

“No, let me.” (Suela)

“Suela, I’ll help you too.” (Sumirasta)

“Thank you, mother.” (Suela)

　I was about to go to the kitchen, but Suela got up and took the cups and went to the kitchen.

　But then Mrs. Sumirasta got up and went to the kitchen as well, perhaps thinking it would be too much work for one person to make enough for four people.

　The two of them looked just like mother and daughter working side by side in the kitchen.

　Seeing them, I suddenly remembered a question I had never asked before.

“Um, Mr. Might.” (Jiro)

“What is it?” (Might)

“The child of Suela and me, but are they going to be half of both of us?” (Jiro)

　If a Japanese has a child with a foreigner, the child will be of racial descent from Japan and the country of their spouse.

　The ratio may vary, but each half will give the characteristics of their own.

　If so, I thought that the child between me, a human, and Suella, a dark elf, would be the same.

　However, I had been in a bit of a mess and had not had a chance to ask about it, so I had put it on hold until now.

　In that case, it would be appropriate to ask at this timing.

“I see, Jiro, you didn’t know what happens to children of different races, did you?” (Might)

“I’m ashamed to admit that I had made my judgment based solely on the common sense of my world.” (Jiro)

　Even this knowledge is a prediction based on the setting of this world is very fantasy.

　It’s not realistic at all.

　My ideas based on this knowledge are not only in the realm of predictions, but are only ideas to the extent that they are simply assumed by me.

　Mr. Might laughed off my ignorance, saying that it could not be helped.

“In Ithar, the race of the child born following their mother’s race.” (Might)

“The mother’s race? Aren’t there half-elves or something like that?” (Jiro)

“When you say ‘half-elves’, you are probably referring to beings who have both human and dark elf traits, but as it turns out, there are no such beings. The offspring are born with their mother’s race, with a few exceptions. Some say that this is divinely determined, but the full extent of this is not known. Rarely, there are times when a child will be of the father’s race, but even that chance is about one in a thousand.” (Might)

　I don’t understand the theory, and when it comes to genetic matters, I’m in the wrong field, I only pray for enlightenment.

　I can just think of it as the mystery of life.

　So, our children will basically be of Suela and Memoria’s race.

“There’s no weird congenital disorders or anything like that, is there?” (Jiro)

“Yes, as long as your body and Suela’s body are healthy. In our world, it is not unusual to see marriages between different races. I have enough experience and countermeasures to deal with it.” (Might)

“Is that so.” (Jiro)

　The question I had been wondering about has been resolved, and now I have even more reason to make a contract with the spirits.

　I would be too lonely, leaving only my wife and children as I die of old age.

　As I was making up my mind to do so, the bedroom door opened.

“Good morning.” (Memoria)

“Good morning Memoria, it’s noon.” (Suela)

“Hehe, good morning Memoria.” (Jiro)

　It’s almost noon, and I chuckle at Memoria who has woken up and points to the clock, which is close to noon.

　Suella greets her from the kitchen as well.

“What about Mrs. Merle?” (Jiro)

“They are still sleeping. The father and mother are nocturnal by nature, so they were up a little too much last night and will be up in a little while.” (Memoria)

“I see.” (Jiro)

　After that, Memoria sits right next to me, the opposite of where she was sitting until a while ago.

“So what were you talking about?” (Memoria)

“I was talking a little bit about the spirits that I’m going to contract with. I was trying to gather information if possible, but unfortunately, the individual with who I would try to make a contract seems to be very special.” (Jiro)

　I was also talking about children, but I felt it was somehow different to talk about that to someone who had not yet conceived a child, so I told her about the previous topic.

　She nodded her head in agreement, and I told her about Valus, the spirit of space-time.

“I’ve heard of their name, but I don’t know much about them.” (Memoria)

“That’s right.” (Sumirasta)

“Haha, it’s a spirit that rarely gets talked about even in our clan.” (Might)

　It seemed to be information that I Memoria didn’t know about, since she was of another race.

　While thinking that it can’t be helped, Suela is preparing lunch because of Memoria, so it will take some time until she comes back.

“Oh, by the way, I heard a long time ago that there is a ritual that vampires exchange when they marry another race, is that true? Oh, if it’s a secret technique or something, no pressure to talk about it.” (Might)

　I should say that Mr. Might, a researcher, was more interested in the topic than he showed.

　He turned the topic to Memoria as if to confirm the truth of something he had heard a long time ago.

“Are you talking about Blood Communion?” (Memoria)

“I don’t know if that’s what it is, but I’ve heard it’s a sacred rite of sharing one’s life span.” (Might)

“Blood Communion?” (Jiro)

　I’m becoming a listener this time on a topic I’ve never heard of before.

“It’s an old custom at our vampire weddings. In ancient times, we drank each other’s blood, sharing our lives and giving each other time to live until the day death separates us.” (Memoria)

“So you don’t do it anymore?” (Might)

“It remains a formality, but I don’t see many people doing it these days. Marriages between different tribes are becoming less common, and there are also difficulties in the ceremony. Above all, it costs a lot of money to prepare the equipment for a full-scale ceremony.” (Memoria)

“I see. So it is not something that can be done easily.” (Might)

　Unlike the spirit ritual, there will be a lot of expenses.

　In that case, I understand why it is not performed often, but it is also true that I am interested in its efficacy.

“By the way, Memoria, what happens when you perform the ritual?” (Jiro)

“It’s quite simple.” (Memoria)

　I listen to her earnestly.

“You become a vampire.” (Memoria)

Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Has Girlfriends

Girlfriend(s): Suela Handelberg (Dark Elf) & Memoria Tris (Vampire)

Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)

Magical Aptitude: Nine (Quasi Demon King Class)

Job Title: Warrior

Note for the Day

Preparations are steadily underway.

T/N: Oh, a vampire choice. 

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