Otherworld Company Chapter 69.1: People Panic Over An Avalanche of Work

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Amelia Miyagawa: 16 years old

Occupation: High School Student

Magical Aptitude: Eight (General Class)

Hero

 

 

~Amelia’s Perspective~

 

 

“Oh, are you sure this is alright?” (Amelia)

 

(Hmm, I think the magic, the technique, and the power are all perfect, right? And besides.) (Mike)

 

 

The air is thick.

 

The concentration of magical power is so thick that I can feel it on my skin as if I was in a humid room.

 

 

(There’s nothing left to hold you back. All that’s left, I think, is to take action.) (Mike)

 

“I don’t think this is the way to solve this problem.” (Amelia)

 

 

The chains that had bound my legs were easily put to use by this mysterious voice, Mike.

 

The pieces of metal that were ruthlessly broken were chains until just a moment ago.

 

The chain was forced to flow in the opposite direction of its original course, which would normally flow only in one direction, and was subjected to high tension.

 

It was natural that it would break if I did so, and I was able to regain my freedom as I had planned.

 

I was supposed to be burdened by what I had done, but Mike’s technique reduced the burden to the point of just being a little tiring.

 

And as a result of the absorbed magical power clumping and scattered as it kept hitting the door, it is now drifting around me.

 

Now I’m scattering gunpowder all around me and trying to light it.

 

It’s not that I can’t stop pounding.

 

I’ve been thirsty since a while ago.

 

It may be rude, but I’ve been hacking many times since a while ago.

 

 

(Now then, let’s talk about what happened after we escape. Do you see the path in your mind?) (Mike)

 

“Yeah, I have.” (Amelia)

 

(There’s no need to be so nervous. If the need arises, just aim at the ceiling and use your magic to escape.) (Mike)

 

“Mike is delicate and rough.” (Amelia)

 

(Amy, I wonder if you realize that those words are contradicting. I am answering because I know what you mean, but sometimes brute force can be the rational choice. I just know it, though I don’t know why I know it or even who taught me.)  (Mike)

 

 

Mike says he does it because he has to.

 

That’s the way it is, I think.

 

In fact, I didn’t know what to do in this situation.

 

 

“Hmmm, is this what it feels like to throw a Molotov cocktail?” (Amelia)

 

(I can’t imagine what that feels like, but you should prepare yourself as soon as possible, okay?) (Mike)

 

“Why?” (Amelia)

 

(Because there is some kind of high-profile group approaching your location.) (Mike)

 

“Eh?” (Amelia)

 

(Specifically speaking, they will be there in about three minutes.) (Mike)

 

(You should have told me that earlier!) (Amelia)

 

(Oh, you have to put up a solid barrier.) (Mike)

 

“[Ignition]!” (Amelia)

 

 

I was actually swept away by the situation, and thinking that I had to hurry, I hurriedly deployed the magic circle and ignited the magic power that had filled the room.

 

At this time I pondered.

 

I thought an explosion would make a booming sound, but when I heard it right next to me, I realized that it was only in an instant.

 

The magic I used shouldn’t have been that big

 

 

(What are you doing before when I said it was dangerous?) (Mike)

 

“…Ouch.” (Amelia)

 

(Of course, you had a directional effect on the technique, so there was no direct damage, but the shockwave is different.) (Mike)

 

 

The amount of magic that was floating around the room was too much and it quickly turned into great magic.

 

What in the world would have happened to me if the magic circle had not been a shield?

 

Thanks to the powerful explosion of magic power, the entire magic circle was sent flying backward.

 

Thanks to this, my back hurts.

 

But,

 

 

(Yeah, you’ve got a nice hole there.) (Mike)

 

“Woah~” (Amelia)

 

 

The door was blown off with all the metal fittings, and the walls around it were gouged out as if it was the aftermath of an explosion.

 

 

(So, I said that it was safe to some extent, but I guess the phrase ‘it’s dangerous to use advance magic in an enclosed space’ is said to prevent people from doing things like this.) (Mike)

 

“I won’t use big magic in confined spaces anymore.” (Amelia)

 

(Maybe, it depends on when it’s a wise choice. Also, I don’t think we have much time to relax. There’s been a lot of commotion from the explosion just now.) (Mike)

 

“Yes.” (Amelia)

 

 

I think back on it, I may have done something amazing.

 

The first time you go through this experience, you don’t want to go through it a second time.

 

If I stayed in this place, I would be moved to another room.

 

That would mean that it would not be worth causing indirect damage.

 

I switch my mind to that and ease the pain by applying magic power to my aching body, and after confirming that I can move, I kick the floor with a thud and run out of here.

 

 

(Oh? That’s not the exit.) (Mike)

 

“I can’t leave Mike alone!” (Amelia)

 

 

But the destination is not the exit, but the room where Mike is supposedly being held captive.

 

The way I did it was dangerous, but I was able to escape, if he helped me, I have to return the favor.

 

 

(So, you are willing to help me?) (Mike)

 

“Of course!” (Amelia)

 

(I don’t recommend that you do that.) (Mike)

 

“I know, I do! But I want to!” (Amelia)

 

(…If you want to go, I can’t stop you as someone who wants help. You can only help a little if you want to. To be honest, I was also wondering what kind of situation I am in right now. It’s a great opportunity for me. I’m grateful for the help.) (Mike)

 

“Okay! Wait!” (Amelia)

 

 

With that in mind, I put more power into my running legs.

 

I want to avoid encountering people by hiding in the shadow of the walls or clinging to the ceiling with my enhanced body.

 

 

“There are a lot of people here.” (Amelia)

 

(That’s expected, the person they were holding ran away anyway. It would be bad for an organization not to move people here.) (Mike)

 

“That’s right… but I can’t get close.” (Amelia)

 

 

In addition to that, there are more and more people as I go deeper into the building.

 

The closer I got to Mike’s location, the greater the risk of coming in contact with personnel stationed in key locations.

 

Is that how important this facility is?

 

 

(Now, what are you going to do? I have no complaints if you get out of here.) (Mike)

 

“…I’m afraid I can’t say that.” (Amelia)

 

“Well, it looks like they’ve noticed you’re not heading for the exit.” (Mike)

 

 

I could hear the sound of many footsteps coming toward me.

 

Now there was no turning back.

 

 

“So, it comes to this…” (Amelia)

 

(Hmm? What are you gonna do?) (Mike)

 

“Run as fast as I can!” (Amelia)

 

(Eh?) (Mike)

 

 

I cloaked my whole body with magical power and assumed a posture of a crouching start.

 

Mike, who had been showing an aloof attitude, showed his confusion for the first time.

 

But I didn’t care, I stopped hiding and started running as fast as I could.

 

 

(Hahaha, I didn’t expect you to be this bold, you know?) (Mike)

 

“I get told that a lot!” (Amelia)

 

 

However, I was running on the ceiling, not the floor.

 

Mike laughed at how exhilarated I was, and I ran up to the wall and to the ceiling, turning my vision upside down.

 

The environment in how I run through was done by offsetting the downward force with the forward force which is delicate that one misstep and I would crash to the ground.

 

 

“Did you hear something?” (Guard)

 

“Oh, did you hear that?” (Guard)

 

 

I run through before they notice me.

 

It was risky, but that was the conclusion I reached.

 

Fortunately, my physical prowess as a hero made it possible, and on top of that, the ceiling area was dimly lit and of a reasonable height.

 

It was a strategy that I thought was a blind spot.

 

Someone down there would have been looking around with concern, but in the meantime, I would be running over them.

 

 

(That’s a reversal of common sense. If the floor doesn’t work, then the ceiling will. It’s a good strategy that reverses the stereotype of the ceiling as something that prevents things from coming from above. The only drawback would be that you can’t start again if you stop.) (Mike)

 

“Nuuuu!” (Amelia)

 

“Then, there’s also blood rushing to your head, huh?” (Mike)

 

 

It’s been a few minutes since I started running, but my head is getting fuzzier and fuzzier.

 

I can’t even afford to reply to Mike, which I was able to do at first.

 

I can’t even concentrate unless I keep my mouth tight.

 

I just ran across the ceiling, using centrifugal force and forward momentum to reach my destination.

 

But it was worth the effort.

 

 

“I’m here.” (Amelia)

 

(I can only say, “Brilliant.” It looks like our pursuers aren’t coming this way. The guards must have reported that you were not coming this way. That should buy us some time.) (Mike)

 

“Yeah, now all we have to do is…” (Amelia)

 

(Well, now we just have to deal with what’s in front of the room.) (Mike)

 

“If possible, I should get in there before someone comes.” (Amelia)

 

 

I got to near my destination safely.

 

While I was letting the blood on my head fall down as I got down from the ceiling, I was now using [Acoustic] to search the end of the corridor from the shadows around the corner.

 

And there are about three guards in front of the door of the destination.

 

One who looks like a wizard and two who look like knights.

 

There aren’t many of them, but I don’t feel comfortable fighting them without weapons.

 

After seeing Ann like that, I am not comfortable with the idea of fighting.

 

I want to get through that door in a peaceful way if possible.

 

 

(Some other method… huh?) (Mike)

 

“No explosions, okay?” (Amelia)

 

(Do you think I’m an insane person who likes to blow things up? I have no memory of it, so I can’t deny it, so I have to accept the impression.) (Mike)

 

 

“Accept it.” (Amelia)

 

 

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