Otherworld Company Chapter 140: A Change Of Heart Can Sometimes Be For The Better

　It was three days after I left for the continent when I returned and joined Suela and Memoria.

　I was able to return to my room in the company dormitory and immediately contacted Suela and Memoria.

“*Sigh*, I knew that you would not return without incident, but this was unexpected, how should I put it, Memoria.” (Suela)

“Well, personally speaking, can I say that you went above and beyond our expectations? What do you think, Mr. Jiro?” (Memoria)

“It’s embarrassing.” (Jiro)

　This is the result of the reaction of both my brides, but that can’t be helped.

　After the mess, things tended to calm down, and I was able to return to the company without incident, albeit with a few troublesome formalities.

　I should inform Suela and Memoria first that I was back, then the company second.

　After defeating the golem, I immediately started preparing to go home, but I couldn’t go home without doing anything in this situation. So, I forced the reliable Guild Master to deal with the aftermath.

　I was almost stopped by the Guild Master with half-teary eyes, asking me to give them a break. However, after I had poked at their guilt for forcing me to fight, they pleaded that I shouldn’t do it to him. Then, after I told him that I was paying him with the remains of the golem, his reluctant face shifted. He turned his palm to me and waved me goodbye and sent me off with his eyes looking like gold coins.

　The economic situation must have been very bad.

　I wondered if there was a problem with the ownership of golems, but it’s also a meritocracy within the Demon King’s army.

　It seems that the golem is the spoils of war of those who have defeated them.

　I thought about how to explain the bomb called Himiku on the way home, but I came to the conclusion that if I made a poor excuse, it would become complicated.

　So I told the story in a normal way, not hiding anything, not even the details of my contract with Himiku.

　I made the decision that if I were a man, I would be prepared to accept the condemnation with open arms.

　As a result of sitting on my knees and explaining the situation, I received a huge sigh.

　I was not the victim, but I was not in a situation where I could say it was not my fault.

　So, I honestly apologized.

“No, I should have given some consideration. As far as mother-in-law’s qualities are concerned, there is a possibility that Jiro is from a Lineage of Heroes…” (Suela)

“What a disturbing title, I don’t think my family was a unique family… Well, maybe my mother’s side was rather special.” (Jiro)

　My mother’s side comes from a family that cares for a Shinto shrine, and it comes with some suspicious anecdotes, they might be a special family lineage even in Japan.

　The word “special” is a word that sounds like it came from a video game, and I quickly denied it, but I remember that my mother’s side was special, regardless of my father’s side.

　But even so, I don’t believe there is such a hero in my ancestry.

“Well, perhaps, but it is not what you are imagining, Jiro. The Lineage of Heroes does not mean that you have a hero as an ancestor. What I mean by ‘Lineage of Heroes’ is a general term for those who become heroes or those who have the potential to become a hero. Although it may be a statistic, those who have ancestors who are heroes are more likely to have such aptitude. However, it is not rare that someone with a high aptitude for magic also has the potential to become a hero, so mother-in-law is an example of this potential.” (Suela)

“So, you’re saying that I, her son, might become a hero in the future? …At this stage, you’re talking about a possibility. That was hasty. I seriously thought you were going to tell me to save the world and become a hero.” (Jiro)

“In that case, you would have to challenge His Majesty the Demon King, do you want to?” (Suela)

“No, thank you, because there is a possibility that I will be ash in a few seconds.” (Jiro)

“It’s amazing to be able to fight the Demon King for just a few seconds.” (Suela)

　I don’t know how much 500 gold would be in Japanese yen, but I don’t want a future where the salary provided is just that and I can see myself traveling to be self-sufficient after that.

　And to challenge the president when even the instructors are still out of their depth is reckless beyond reckless.

“Now, we might as well call Jiro’s case an unfortunate accident, so let’s put off the conclusion for later and move on to the main issue. What should we do with her?” (Suela)

“I agree because it doesn’t seem that it would do any good to put it off until later.” (Memoria)

“Um?” (Himiku)

“…did you like it? The dorayaki.” (Jiro)  

“Oh, this sweetness is quite delicious!” (Himiku)

“I see.” (Jiro)

　While joking around, we settle down to discuss what to do with me another time later, not that I will be absolved, but it’s that we will have to take care of the biggest problem first.

　I rise from my kneeling and moved to a cross-legged position, and turn my attention to someone who left her master to receive his sermon, Himiku, the fallen angel, who is enjoying the long-awaited sweet treat, dorayaki.

　She is carefully savoring each bite of the dorayaki on a small plate sitting on a table provided for her.

　The gesture was as elegant as you would expect from a former angel.

　At first, I wanted to say something, but Himiku’s eyes lit up with happiness every time she took a bite, and I, as well as Suela and Memoria, who had never met her before, couldn’t say anything.

　Come on, what is it?

　Your happiness is very visual.

　No, maybe it’s a technique she can do because she used to be an angel, and I can see her smile light up.

　Looking at the scene, she notices my gaze and turns her head toward me, but I can’t strongly tell her to take it seriously because of the dorayaki in one hand and her innocent smile despite being a Fallen Angel.

　As far as Memoria.

“Here you go, tea.” (Memoria)

“Sorry to bother.” (Himiku)

“It’s fine, would you like some of this castella too?” (Memoria)

“I’ll have some!” (Himiku)

　She is feeding Himiku with such a smile.

　A fallen angel sipping green tea in a teacup would look amazing in a painting, but the discomfort this causes doesn’t seem to do much for me.

　How can a Fallen Angel look good drinking from a teacup?

　I may have to be careful about the combination of Himiku and sweets in the future.

“The supervisor said she would leave her to me, but what do you think, Suela?” (Jiro)

“I, for one, would have a hard time dealing with being suddenly asked to manage a fallen angel.” (Suela)

“I guess so.” (Jiro)

　They are leisurely eating sweets like this, but from the Demon King’s army perspective, angels are like a symbol of terror.

　Even though the thought she has fallen to their side, there is no change in their performance.

　The thought of their power coming down upon them at any moment makes them wary.

　It would be reckless to incorporate Himiku, such an existence, into the organization.

　If we do, that alone could cause friction in that area.

　But that does not mean that we should let her live a life of a caged bird or a NEET, to put it mildly.

“According to her, she is good at fighting, she can do paperwork, but she hates it, and it is doubtful if she can hold back in a fight. She might be able to do it, but her ability goes from one to a hundred. I think it would be more useful to have her charge into a dungeon.” (Jiro)

“It looks like we can get valuable data here as well, but could you make a report for us?” (Suela)

“I don’t think we can expect to wait for more details.” (Jiro)

　Although it is a self-report, I conveyed the information I obtained from Himiku to Suela, but I was still troubled by the method of how to move forward.

　It is true that if we ask Himiku, she will easily challenge a dungeon or two, and as the Demon King’s Army, which is building a dungeon to fight against the heroes, it is certain to be able to take quite valuable data.

　However.

“I can’t say for sure, but even if we throw him into the dungeon, the dungeon will likely end up being annihilated. This guy’s ability is too unknown.” (Jiro)

“I agree. I can’t imagine what the Twelve Angels of Creation are capable of, with only a fairy tale level of knowledge.” (Suela)

“That’s right.” (Jiro)

　The first thing I imagined was the way she went to the limit of destruction when attacking. I can’t help but feel like we are going to have to rebuild the dungeon from scratch.

　Although she has no criminal record, his numerous statements confirm that this scenario is not far off.

　In a sense, we might settle for a trial-and-error approach, but that would likely cost a great deal of money.

　It would be a very high-risk, high-return plan.

“Haa, she’ll have to be someone’s training partner for a while…” (Suela)

“That’s reasonable for now. I’ll see what else I can do.” (Jiro)

“Don’t overdo it, you’re not alone anymore.” (Suela)

“Yes.” (Jiro)

　There was no way I could easily decide how to operate such an existence, so I could only decide on temporary measures.

　I was thinking about the future while looking out for Suela, who agreed with me.

　In the past, I would have been worried about the current situation where nothing was resolved and the problem was postponed, but now I am a little excited about the future.

“Memoria! The sweetness of this castella is also delicious!” (Himiku)

“I’m sure it is.” (Memoria)

　The conversation is so uninteresting that it makes Himiku look younger than Memoria, even though Memoria looks younger than Himiku.

　Just looking at them, I feel my exhaustion vanishing.

　I suddenly wonder if this is happiness, but I don’t deny it and keep it in the corner of my mind.

“And Jiro, there’s one more thing I want to ask you.” (Suela)

“What is it?” (Jiro)

　The atmosphere was quite relaxing.

“Is it correct to say that she is your third bride?” (Suela)

“*Choking cough*!?” (Jiro)

　Just as I was about to reach for my cup of tea and sip it, Suela dropped a bomb.

　The tea entered my windpipe and for a moment I can’t breathe, but I calmly understood what was being said and looked at Suela with the intention to find out what she meant.

“No, we can’t leave her alone with just anyone… and Lady Evia told you to take care of her, didn’t she?” (Suela)

“*Cough**cough*, yes, but what does that have to do with a marriage to her?” (Jiro)

“I know this may not be familiar to you, Mr. Jiro, but it is not uncommon for marriages to be arranged in a way that binds human resources even without any romantic interest. Perhaps, though, when Lady Evia said to take care of her, she meant to capture and bind Himiku so that she would be given away to someone?” (Suela)

“Huh?” (Jiro)

　I wonder for a moment if that is not aristocratic talk, but at the same time I think back to the supervisor’s words as I recall that in the demon king’s army, which approves of polygamy, there is such a thing.

“Oh, that’s right, Jiro.” (Evia)

“What is it?” (Jiro)

“You’d better think of an excuse for Suela and Memoria, alright?” (Evia)

“!?” (Jiro)

“The women here are tolerant, but also very jealous. At best, you should leave early and be careful not to get squeezed too much.” (Evia)

　The women are tolerant, which could be taken to mean that they are tolerant of unfaithful behavior, but before that, the supervisor also said,

“The existence of a Fallen Angel is in the best interest of our army, especially if they are beings with stable minds. However, I did not give permission without taking anything. I am only sparing you the credit for making a contract with the Fallen Angel. But if it causes any problems, it will be your responsibility. Take care of her and keep that in your head.” (Evia)

　I made a contract with a fallen angel.

　In other words, he saw that there was a connection between me and Himiku.

　That means.

“Oh~ so that’s what she meant.” (Jiro)

　If that is the case, that supervisor was making that statement in anticipation of the situation where I would have to marry Himiku.

　And my veto power over that action was pretty much blocked.

　If I were to let Himiku go now, the problem would fall on me.

　If I did, the damage would not only be to me but to Suela and Memoria as well.

　The outer moat has been completely filled.

　I could not help but think of the supervisor’s expression, a wicked smile on her face.

“What’s wrong, Master? You look like you’re in a lot of pain.” (Himiku)

“No, it’s nothing.” (Jiro)

“Got it!” (Himiku)

　For a moment, I had a headache, but then Himiku looked at me as if he was peeking into a room.

　Her expression was worried, but when I told her I was fine, she smiled at me.

　I was wondering if just seeing that would somehow make me feel better, so I guess I’m getting used to the working culture over here.

　　Not everything was settled, but it was probably for the best.

“It can’t be helped.” (Suela)

“Sorry to put you both through the wringer.” (Jiro)

“I don’t mind. Right, Memoria?” (Suela)

“Yes, please rely on me more.” (Memoria)

“I can always count on both of you.” (Jiro)

　I was surrounded by the goodwill of two people who seemed to have anticipated my heart, and I felt happy for sure at that moment.

Note for the Day

When dealing with changes in the environment, be sure to accept the facts.

T/N: WTF?! Just like that? What about the Ogre Princess or a Dominatrix Demoness? The third bride was accepted way too easily. I want Supervisor Evia as the third or fourth wife!

A/N: That’s all for this issue.

I guess this arc will end with the next one.

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