Otherworld Company Chapter 77.2: The Relief of Knowing You Can Go Home Is Comforting

“I forgot to tell you! It’s going to be a little bumpy, so be careful, brother!” (Dragonfly Rider)

And then, as he tells us that it’s going to be a bit of a rough ride, I hear the cry of the bug man coming from outside.

The shaking is to be expected since the plant is moving and we are going underground.

“It’s going to be pretty slippery, so bear with it, brother!” (Dragonfly Rider)

“What?” (Jiro)

The last disturbing comment was dropped.

Before I had time to react, something that looked like mucus filled the vessel with a force that submerged me in a state of panic.

The mucus is strangely harmless and breathable and is probably made up of magic or something else.

But…

(You deceived me!) (Jiro)

(I feel like I’m going to be sick!?) (Amelia)

I didn’t expect to be shaken by the force of going down, resulting in an overwhelming feeling of nausea almost beyond my capacity to endure.

I endure such a plunge into the dungeon desperately persisting, vowing in my heart to beat that bug man to death the next time I see him.

He probably doesn’t know what I’m talking about, but Amelia and I are screaming in the mucus.

There is no such thing as a seatbelt.

Every time we sway, we bump into each other, even if the mucus absorbs the impact.

Though it doesn’t hurt, it’s still uncomfortable to have your body shaken.

The trip on the plant coaster, which is the worst kind of ride, takes only a few minutes to complete.

After an abrupt stop, the lid opens, and we are thrown like a bucket spilling water on the ground.

“How are you feeling?” (Memoria)

“…the worst, Memoria.” (Jiro)

“I’m sure you must be. Still, I’m glad you’re safe.” (Memoria)

“I doubt I can say for sure I am safe after being subjected to such an experience at the end of the workday.” (Jiro)

As I spread out my limbs to distract myself from the discomfort, someone looks down at me, peeking at my face.

I know who it is right away.

Holding her silver hair with a hint of purple in one hand and peeking into me, I answer the inquiring look with a wry smile.

“Even so, this mucus is terrible.” (Jiro)

“It’s a luxury cosmetic product in our country.” (Memoria)

“Really? This mucus?” (Jiro)

“Yes, the mucus quickly vanishes into magic particles, and that magic is effective in moisturizing and treating inflamed skin. By the way, Dungeon Elevator’s seeds are so rare that the military and the finance department fight over them, you know?” (Memoria)

Is it the operability to move around the dungeon or the boost in the economy, opening up the wallets of the wives of their world?

The Demon King’s Army is also torn between two great things.

I admit that it is convenient and economical, but the combination of the comfort of that ride and the grossness of the mucus is not good.

At any rate, to forget the unpleasantness, I looked at the palm of my hand to check the beautifying effect that Memoria had told me about.

As I look at my palm, the mucus left on my palm disappears nicely like it was nothing.

And after it disappeared, my palm was shiny as if it had been soaked in a high-quality lotion.

Come to think of it, that bug man…

“Don’t worry, brother! If you don’t antagonize them, they’ll send you back with glowing skin!” (Dragonfly Rider)

Was this what he was talking about?

I had no way to measure the value of my skin, which had become so beautiful that I felt it was unreasonable.

As a result, I could only laugh.

I looked in the disgustingly quiet direction to see if Amelia, a woman, could tell me anything.

“…” (Amelia)

“…so, Memoria.” (Jiro)

Amelia, who is the perfect combination of energetic, lively, and cheerful, was quietly and silently applying mucus to her face in a desperate, devil-may-care manner. Yes, let’s pretend I didn’t see it.

“The students?” (Jiro)

“Over there.” (Memoria)

“…let’s treat them a little more decently.” (Jiro)

“We had to do it that way because the streets are so narrow. Besides, it would be troublesome if they got out of control.” (Memoria)

“Is that so?” (Jiro)

Putting that aside, I acted on escaping from reality, when I asked about the results of my stint as a decoy, Memoria pointed to the things in front.

Looking ahead, the golems were silently stuffing something that looked like black bagworms into a container.

I knew that the bagworms were students and that the containers belonged to our company.

Based on the information that Memoria told me when I go on a rampage, I was told that this was a possibility since we had taken the choice of abducting them.

In that case, I have to say that this treatment can’t be helped.

There is no need to go to the trouble.

I got up, sat down, and silently watched the crime-like scene with such excuses.

“Are you ready to go home?” (Memoria)

The return passageway is hidden in this dungeon and is also a close transfer area.

It is too narrow and small to bring an army.

That is why the dungeon elevators are placed here and used only for covert operations.

“The gate will be ready soon, but are we going home soon?” (Memoria)

“Please, I’m exhausted.” (Jiro)

“…What are your plans when you get back?” (Memoria)

“If it’s work, a report. If it’s my private life, I’ll…” (Jiro)

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that I would be able to return home smoothly without any disturbances.

The feeling of finally being able to go home after a business trip makes me feel even better.

What do I want to do?

It’s been a few months since I left the civilized modern world for the world of fantasy, and I feel as if I’ve been here for a long time.

Listening to my own desires, I naturally thought of Suela’s face, whom I had not seen or heard from for a long time.

I felt cold sweat running down my face during this period of time when I would normally be confronted with the reality that I had been forgotten.

“I’m sure Suela will be fine. To begin with, a few months is no more than a few days to a Dark Elf.” (Memoria)

“Was it obvious on my face?” (Jiro)

“Somehow. So, you want to meet her?” (Memoria)

“Oh, I want to see her.” (Jiro)

“More than me?” (Memoria)

“…” (Jiro)

“I’m kidding. I’m just happy to have more exclusive time than I had planned.” (Memoria)

“Is that so?” (Jiro)

A woman’s intuition is keen.

And they are cunning.

When you’re in a two-timing situation, it’s hard to answer at times like this.

I can say that both are important, but they want to know which one is the best.

Well, I guess it is a weakness of being in love that I still find them lovable.

“It looks like we’re ready to go.” (Memoria)

“Oh, we are going home… are they going to ride too?” (Jiro)

“It’s more efficient that way.” (Memoria)

“I see. Come on, Amelia, let’s get the hell out of here.” (Jiro)

“Please, just a little bit more, okay!?” (Amelia)

(I know what you’re thinking, Amy, but maybe you need to learn to read the air more.) (Mike)

The cart is packed and all that’s left is for us to get in it.

I grab Amelia by the collar, who is still reaching for the mucus with a sharp tug.

It seems the other students have been stuffed into a container by the golems.

I throw the resisting Amelia into the container and climbed in.

“Everyone on board?” (Memoria)

“Yeah.” (Jiro)

After confirming that everyone had boarded, Memoria closed the door.

“Then I’ll start the transfer.” (Memoria)

Then she touched the console-like thing by the entrance.

The dense magic power is the sign of transition that I felt when I came to Ithar.

Now the business trip is over.

Amelia scurries around due to the massive magical power.

“Transfer.” (Memoria)

With her words, Amelia felt like she was riding an old elevator that start up with a clank, and then a floating sensation.

“Ah, we can go home with this, right?” (Amelia)

“Yeah, it’ll be a little while before you get home, with the medical checkup and all, but the next time that door opens, we’ll be in Japan.” (Jiro)

Before I could even think about what I was going to do with the time I had before I arrived, Amelia called out to me.

Amelia’s attitude changed from the one that had been seeking cosmetic mucus earlier, and she was just another girl fidgeting and restlessly waiting for the door to open.

She looked at Memoria standing quietly in front of the console and asked her like a child if they were there yet, to which Memoria replied, “Not yet.” (Jiro) [T/N: Fufu… Mommy Memoria and Daughter Amelia with Daddy Jiro. There’s a very jealous Dark Elf on Earth.]

How many times had she done this?

“We have arrived.” (Memoria)

After feeling the landing with a thud, Memoria quietly announced our arrival.

After a moment’s delay in reaction, the door opened with a click, and Memoria stepped out first.

A few seconds later, Amelia rushes out after her.

And I am the last to go outside.

“Jiro!” (Suela)

But before I could take that first step, a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time caught my attention.

“…I’m home, Suela.” (Jiro)

“Yes! Welcome back!” (Suela)

The welcoming words came out naturally.

With those words and Suela’s greeting, my business trip came to an end.

Jiro Tanaka: 28 years old – Has Girlfriends

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

Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Regular Employee)

Magical Aptitude: Eight (General Class)

Job Title: Warrior

Note for the Day

Welcome back is a nice phrase.

A/N: That’s all for this time.

I know I’m giving the impression that this is the end of the arc, but I’m going to insert a couple of chapters as an epilogue, so this arc will still continue.

I hope you enjoy it as well.

Thank you for your continued support of this work

T/N: RIAJUU EXPLODE! Envy aside I love this arc where previously introduced characters reappeared, and there are lots of chapters with Memoria being adorable. I hope you enjoyed Jiro’s Kuudere waifu in this chapter. There are two more chapters before this arc ends. Thanks for reading!

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