Otherworld Company Chapter 141.2: Just the Way the Heart Is

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 I think I must go home, but even if I do, I wonder if it would be okay to go back a little slower.

 

 While I was moving around with these thoughts in my head, I found myself fighting demons again.

 

 As soon as they saw me, they unleashed magic on me, but there was no way they could break my restraint, and even if they did, I wouldn’t receive a scratch on my body.

 

 They summoned a spirit, but it was intermediate rank and similar to the magic they used earlier.

 

 I waited a little to see if they would summon a higher-rank spirit, but there was no sign of that.

 

 I thought that if I cornered them, they would come up with a stronger attack, but they just prepared and released several balls that were neither magic nor anything but just solidified magic power, and those demons ran away.

 

 That was just fine.

 

 I will just let them lead me out of the dungeon.

 

 I can kill them after I get outside.

 

 With that in mind, I drove them away so that I wouldn’t kill them this time.

 

 The demons are leading me out of the dungeon smoothly because of the strength of the monsters.

 

 If they keep going like this, I will be able to go outside in no time.

 

 I was thinking so, and as I was blasting away the attacking spirits with moderate force, then I felt a magical power standing in front of me.

 

 

“…” (Himiku)

 

“Haha. It’s a fantasy trope, but honestly, I didn’t want to fight one.” (Jiro)

 

 

 When I felt that magical power, my thoughts halted for a second.

 

 A soul with gentleness and warmth that is different from demons and monsters.

 

 I felt from his soul a sense of dependability like that of a large tree that, though wounded, remains unbroken and rooted to the earth.

 

 It was love at first sight.

 

 I loved the colors of the soul that appeared in my vision.

 

 The strength to just stand there quietly and support other people.

 

 Oh, I was attracted to the color of his soul.

 

 

“If possible, can we solve this by talking? Ms. ‘Angel’.” (Jiro)

 

 

 That was all it took for my emotions to be shaken.

 

 Ah, this sealing instrument is frustrating, I want to talk to the owner of this soul.

 

 I want to see the face of the owner of this soul.

 

 I want to hear his voice firmly with my own ears instead of perceiving his words using magical power.

 

 What should I do?

 

 What should I do?

 

 The seal is in the way.

 

 Oh, it’s in the way.

 

 If I swing it as hard as I can, will it break?

 

 It’s frustrating. If I don’t speak to him soon, the owner of the soul in front of me will leave.

 

 Oh, I don’t want to do that.

 

 I hate it.

 

 I know what my sister said.

 

 I understand.

 

 The sisters said that heroes and angels are compatible.

 

 At the time of the previous hero, I thought it was a lie, but ah, this is what it is.

 

 Oh, he is my hero

 

 This is in the way.

 

 This seal is a hindrance.

 

 Both hands and feet, using the seal that I wear, I swing it around, but it doesn’t seem to come off at all.

 

 It may be natural since it was made to seal me, but right now I resent its performance.

 

 As I was thinking that I must remove the sealing device as soon as possible, the color of his soul became even stronger.

 

 A great big tree.

 

 A big tree that supports everything and gives us peace of mind that soothes us by spreading its branches and leaves from the strong light.

 

 Oh, it’s wonderful.

 

 Show me more of that color, let me look at your soul.

 

 Before I knew it, my magical power increased to see more.

 

 I also strengthen my magic power to respond to his soul.

 

 But he seemed to have thought it was a hostile action.

 

 The magic power of the weapon, comparable to a holy sword, jumped greatly.

 

 Oh no.

 

 I do not want to fight you.

 

 No, no, I don’t.

 

 I try hard to block his attack with a barrier.

 

 I’m desperately trying to think of something to do, but I can’t think of anything.

 

 Sad.

 

 I am sad that I am being attacked by the owner of this soul.

 

 And I am sad that I can do nothing.

 

 If I don’t do something, he will defeat me.

 

 I don’t care, but at least I want to see his face.

 

 So, I do nothing and feel his soul, and suddenly he stops attacking me.

 

 This is a once-in-a-million chance.

 

 If I miss this chance, it will never happen again.

 

 But I couldn’t remove the seal.

 

 I desperately tried to remove it with my bound hands, but I could not.

 

 I put more and more force into it, and when I thought I was about to receive a stronger attack, I sensed his magical power through the sealing device.

 

 Am I in his grasp now?

 

 His soul is giving off an air of concern for me.

 

 He is concerned about me.

 

 That alone brings me joy.

 

 As it is, he moves around me, removing one seal after another.

 

 And finally, the damned seal is broken.

 

 Oh, what does he look like?

 

 I wondered as I was feeling a sense of buoyancy.

 

 Huh?

 

 What kind of conversation should I have with him?

 

 From the atmosphere of his soul, he is a human.

 

 If that is the case, conversation is a must.

 

 That’s fine, I want to talk to him too.

 

 However, it has been hundreds of years since I was sealed up, and the last time I spoke to a human was with that hero.

 

 To begin with, can we call it a conversation when all I said was either a “yes” or “no” and pass on information?

 

 A different kind of impatience comes over me.

 

 I was in a hurry, but I couldn’t come up with a good idea at all.

 

 In the meantime, the seal dissolves.

 

 Ah, first impressions are crucial.

 

 What should I do?

 

 Come to think of it, the previous heroes were happy when they were first called Hero.

 

 The sisters also said that the people they met were happy to be called Hero.

 

 So, let’s use that as our first greeting.

 

 That would give me time.

 

 Just in time for the seal to be broken.

 

 Let’s go!

 

 

“You have freed me, Hero. I thank you.” (Angel)

 

“No, wrong person.” (Jiro)

 

 

 What?

 

 Was that not the right response?

 

 He is not pleased when I called him Hero.

 

 Rather, he looks like he doesn’t like it.

 

 That expression is kind of cool, but no, no, this is not good.

 

 The mood of his soul isn’t too pleased either.

 

 So, did I make a mistake in the introduction…?

 

 What shall I do! I made a mistake. They say that the first impression is important.

 

 All I can do is not show my anxiety, and that I’m cringing and impatient inside.

 

 

“Also, put this on for the time being.” (Jiro)

 

 

 He averted his eyes and held out a cloak to me.

 

 With the sound of cloth moving, I quietly accepted it, I felt warmed by his thoughtfulness.

 

 I tried to talk with him about going with him, but he never agreed.

 

 It was refreshing to see him give off the vibe that angels are like a bad luck charm, but for my part, I was troubled by his response.

 

 Somehow, I managed to appeal to him to stay with me without telling lies, but it did not go well.

 

 Well, you’re right.

 

 I didn’t tell him how I felt.

 

 Because I was embarrassed.

 

 So, I’m sorry, but I could only honestly tell him my other reason.

 

 Then I learned that he was a member of the Demon King Army, but strangely, despite the fact that we should have been enemies, I didn’t feel any dislike for him, but rather the idea that if he was there, I would be too.

 

 Maybe that’s why.

 

 

“Okay! I’ll just become a Fallen!” (Angel)

 

“How did you come to that conclusion?” (Jiro)

 

 

 I want to be with him. He looked at me with doubt when I said those words with that one thought in mind.

 

 Well, I think it’s absurd for me to say it, but please don’t look at me like that if you can.

 

 And please forgive me if the reason is shallow.

 

 I’m too embarrassed to explain these feelings for the first time.

 

 I did a lot of convincing and appealing after that.

 

 I am not proud of it, but I was created by God.

 

 I am confident in my appearance.

 

 I don’t want to tell him that I liked him because he didn’t flinch at the first reason.

 

 

“…I have no choice, I’m taking you with me.” (Jiro)

 

“Really?!” (Angel)

 

 

 Even I thought it was a victory of persistence.

 

 But I was really happy when he said those words.

 

 I also thought that this was the only time to do it.

 

 I wanted to be with him forever, so I took his lips as a contract.

 

 However, the truth is there is no need to do this.

 

 It has nothing to do with becoming a Fallen Angel.

 

 In the first place, a Fallen Angel only dyes her wings black to show that she no longer obeys the Lord God, so it would be easy to do, it’s just irreversible.

 

 I just wanted a connection with him.

 

 That was the only thought that drove me, but my heart was full.

 

 He brought his fist to my head after that, but it didn’t matter to me because I was so full of happiness.

 

 I thought it was a little bit too much, so I said it was a contract and went through with it.

 

 Then I heard his name.

 

 

 Jiro

 

 

 The name of my master, which I had learned by slurring it over and over again.

 

 Just saying that name warms my heart just a little.

 

 Then, after all, that happened, I met my master’s bride.

 

 I felt a little sad in my heart, but they treated me well and allowed me to stay with my master.

 

 They said I would have to do some work if I wanted to stay here, but for the time being, I would be able to accompany my master in his training.

 

 I’m better at fighting than doing paperwork!

 

 

“Master!” (Himiku)

 

“What is it?” (Jiro)

 

“After training, how about some dorayaki?” (Himiku)

 

“You like it, you want one later?” (Jiro)

 

“Yes!” (Himiku)

 

 

 After all, it’s the first food my master promised me.

 

 I will enjoy this happiness forever and ever.

 

 

A/N: That’s all for this arc.

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T/N: Damn. Himiku is so pure. You are now a waifu candidate in my eyes, Himiku. Don’t be a hindrance to my Dhampir dreams. Jiro x Memoria is life. Kuudere is justice! Nephilim is not bad though. Half-Elf (Dark) is cool too. I want Cambion/Hanyou too. I usually hate harems, but Jiro is so manly right now. I’m ready for more ships.

 

 

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