Otherworld Company Chapter 207.1: It Doesn’t Matter If You Smile Bitterly At The End, As Long As You Can’t Help But Laugh, I’ll Think It Was Good In The End.

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　After kicking out the crying Kaido for the time being, I somehow managed to finish the paperwork in time for the party, and that was my last task of the day.

“Well, here we are.” (Jiro)

　I had to pick up Amelia, who was in the infirmary.

　She was not in an ordinary medical ward.

　There was no way that Amelia, whose Demon King soul had run amok, could be admitted to a normal hospital ward, but the presence of a burly-looking guard gave me an idea of how important the facility was.

　The area that requires special permission seems to be an area where secret research is conducted, but in essence, it is a place where high status beings can be hospitalized in secret.

　The facilities are state-of-the-art, and in a sense, it is a place that could be called a special ward in a modern Japanese hospital.

　I enter a place where I have to fill out a form and get a permit issued by a supervisor even to meet, let alone visit, a patient.

　Naturally, there were no ordinary visitors.

　I am the only visitor.

　And it is almost time for dinner.

　Doctors and nurses are sparsely seen in the corridor.

　I walk slowly down the quiet corridor.

　Then, he knocks with a familiar hand on the spot where he has arrived, and says,

“Hey, delinquent girl. You haven’t been practicing dancing, have you?” (Jiro)

“Um.” (Amy)

“You did, didn’t you?” (Jiro)

　Enter the room of a hospital patient who is probably too healthy to stay still.

　If I open the door based on the sign that there is no movement inside, the private room is spacious and a space where you can do some light exercise opens up in front of me.

　But that didn’t mean it was okay to exercise in the hospital room, so Amelia, who was doing a one-hand handstand and spreading her legs in the room, looked embarrassed and casually sat on the bed, pretending that nothing had happened.

“That’s too late.” (Jiro)

“I’m sorry.” (Amy)

　When I warned her of such futile action, Amelia apologized to me.

　I sighed at the uncharacteristic behavior of a hospitalized patient.

　For Amelia, who had been diagnosed with no abnormalities both physically and mentally; but had undergone thorough examinations to ensure that nothing would happen, this hospital life must have been extremely boring.

　Thanks to this, I often witnessed this kind of indoor dance practice, even if it was only for the past few days.

　That’s why I call her a “delinquent girl.”

　If you are a hospital patient, I would like to tell you to behave like one.

　I understand that life in the hospital is boring, but if something like this happens every time. I come to check on her in the spare time I have when I am buried in paperwork, I would at least look at her with dismay.

　I guess he had a bag on his bed with a change of clothes in it, and the rest was just waiting for me to pick him up.

“Huh, I was told by your mother to take good care of you, so I hope you’ll behave yourself.” (Jiro)

“Uh, Mr. Jiro, it’s a cowardly thing to bring up my mom.” (Amy)

“Then, you’d better hold back a little, or you’ll be found out.” (Jiro)

“You’re not going to tell me not to do it, are you, Mr. Jiro?” (Amy)

“I’ve done something similar before. I’m not going to be that harsh.” (Jiro)

　Whether good or bad, Amelia’s actions might be the same as what I would do if I were in the same situation.

　Precisely because I have such feelings, I cannot completely deny her.

　I entered the room with this thought in my mind, picked up the bag, urged her to move, and left the hospital room with Amelia.

　Walking next to me, Amelia is wearing comfortable clothes that her mother must have prepared for her.

　She is wearing jeans and sneakers on the bottom, and a slightly thick white hoodie on top.

　She is dressed in what I would call an American-style, casual and easy to move around in, which is typical of Amelia.

　Perhaps it was because I was standing next to her, but she lowered her eyes to the ground and occasionally looked at me while we talked along the way.

“But you didn’t have to come visit me every day, Mr. Jiro, did you? You were busy, weren’t you?” (Amy)

“I was busy, but it wasn’t impossible. I would have felt better if I could have done it.” (Jiro)

“Is that because my mom asked you to do that?” (Amy)

“It’s one of the reasons, but it’s not the only reason.” (Jiro)

“Hmm, I wanted you to say that you wanted to see me.” (Amy)

“I think you should only say that line when you’re a little older. Then I’ll choose the right response for that.” (Jiro)

　Visiting Amelia was not a job assigned by the supervisor.

　It started with a request from Amelia’s mother, Mie.

　Amelia was an ordinary high school girl before she was abducted into another world, except that she had a somewhat peculiar relationship with people.

　She and her mother lived a good life together as a single mother and child, but she enjoyed dancing.

　Then, a group of children including her went missing during a school event.

　She was caught up in a kidnapping case that overcame the barriers of the otherworld using hero summoning.

　Naturally, the sudden disappearance of her only daughter, Amelia, caused her to panic.

　However, she quickly calmed down and acted calmly, perhaps because she believed in Amelia, or perhaps because she thought her heart would break if she did not hope that she was safe.

　She worked hard at her job to leave behind a livelihood for Amelia so that she could return anytime she wanted and spent her spare time making flyers at her own expense and distributing them in front of train stations in order to seek information from people other than the police.

　Her actions made a solid connection, and the information was passed on to me.

　From there, as I know from first-hand observation, trouble after trouble after trouble, the students somehow managed to return safely without missing a day of school.

　At one point, the story was picked up by the news, and was even mentioned on social networking sites as a “miraculous return”.

　It was a relief to hear that the students had returned safely.

　It would have been better if that had been the end of it, but Amelia was carrying a bomb on her return.

　That is the Demon King Soul.

　For the Demon King Army, Amelia, along with the other heroic candidates around her, had become an existence that they could not let go of.

　That is why, as a special exception, Amelia was able to work at a place where she would not normally be allowed to work part-time without her guardian’s written consent.

　And she did so without fully informing her mother.

　This was neither forced nor requested by the company.

　The company tried to ask for her cooperation, that they would explain everything to her, but Amelia herself refused.

　She said it would cause too much worry.

　I can understand the concerns and feelings of a child who is living in a single-parent household, but I cannot say it is a good decision considering the risks.

　Normally, this would not be allowed.

　However, as a special exception, Amelia was allowed to do so.

　However, this special exception turned out to be a setback this time.

　A hero from the Demon King Army appeared, which normally would not have happened, and the light of the holy sword caused the Demon King Soul inside Amelia to run amok.

　As a result, she disappeared for the second time.

　Even if it was just once, it was not enough, but twice she suddenly disappeared from her mother’s presence.

　For once, I couldn’t afford not to explain.

　For organizational reasons, the company handled the matter with the police, and the case was considered closed, but that was not the case with Mie, Amelia’s mother involved.

　I could have concealed it from her or taken magical measures, but I did not do so.

　With the president’s consent, I rescued Amelia and as soon as the first diagnosis showed no abnormalities, I made an appointment with Ms. Mie with the supervisor and invited her to this company to explain everything.

　At the time, Ms. Mie was in tears and happy that Amelia was alive, but at the same time, after hearing the explanation, she strongly objected to any contact with this company.

　It was a natural reaction for a parent.

　No parent would allow their child to work for us knowing the risks involved.

　Ms. Mie’s reaction was common sense, very normal, and from my point of view, a reaction from a resident of a peaceful world that I had fond memories of.

　Although I did not tell Amelia, the company was prepared to offer her good severance and was considering letting her go from the company as it was.

　The Demon King Soul was no longer in Amelia.

　She has acquired the unique ability and knowledge of a sage, but it is not enough to allow for special exceptions.

Therefore, it was decided to leave the future progress to the will of the guardian and the person in question.