Chapter 493 – Episode 493: Uniform Fetish 3
Yeji sprinkled poison on the Avatars.
Of course, it wouldn’t be poisonous, and other Avatars who saw Yeji and I were also interested in playing in various uniforms.
In the first place, uniforms are so wide and diverse, and since they are ultimately clothes that I wear, there is no reason to have different likes or dislikes. There is a saying that clothes are wings, but isn’t there also a saying that the completion of fashion is a face?
So, while we defeated the filth giant and enjoyed a brief festival atmosphere at the academy, we also had fun at our lodgings.
Following Yeji’s revelation that she is a member of the Academy’s defense force, Harin, who is studying the remains of the filth giant, is given a white research gown, Haeun, who is researching the magical power of the Dream Demon, is given a tailcoat like a host’s, and Yena and Sasha, who are busy with their teaching duties, are sent to the East Continent. And wearing the traditional ceremonial uniform of the Northern Continent.
Inside the academy, they said they held emergency response meetings every day because they heard that the island’s underground Isekai is infested with filth giants, but there’s nothing I can do.
Even so, it feels a bit uncomfortable to just let go, so the place I headed for after a long time was the space of the constellations where the elf Nunna was waiting.
“Oh my, what’s going on?”
“It’s been a while since I came to see your face.”
“… Hehe, my little Lime still has some of the thoughts he had when he was human.”
No matter when you visit her, you can enjoy the refreshing air from the tip of your nose to your lungs, and when you walk to her mansion in the form of an elf boy, she welcomes you with a big smile.
As a giant tree that never withers, it must have been taking care of the farmers of the Eastern Continent. After clearing away the holograms of water droplets and the like, it came towards me and gave me a light hug.
Did this happen because of the relaxed nature of elves and the infinite life of a constellation? To be honest, this is a relationship between a man and a woman that can be considered a common-law marriage rather than a romantic relationship, but they are so relaxed even though they haven’t seen each other for several months due to being busy.
Still, having someone who is always waiting for you and always welcoming you is very psychologically stable. I gave him a big hug and patted his back a few times, then naturally followed the hand leading him to the mansion and looked at the surrounding flower fields.
“Nothing changes here.”
“It’s only been less than a hundred years, so it’s natural. Still, I’m thinking about bringing in new plants.”
“A hundred years is only…”
As always, this is a garden where wild grasses, flowers, and vines bloom in harmony and radiate a variety of mana. It was a utopia that alchemists would drool over when they saw it, but I passed by it without much inspiration and entered the mansion.
Unlike the garden, which is filled with the refreshing scent of grass, the interior of the mansion is filled with the sweet scent of flowers. The scent is so strong that it’s a little confusing whether it’s the flowers and world trees that beautifully decorate the interior of the mansion or the elf’s unique body odor.
As the giant tree that never withers says, I feel like it will welcome me just like this even if I come back not a hundred years but a thousand years from now. Of course, it is funny that a soul who is a constellation and has not lived for even half a hundred years talks about that long time.
I treated it as if it were my own home, walked in leisurely, sat down in front of the low table, and the tea naturally poured. Maybe it’s because I prefer cool iced tea to hot tea, but the tea water, with its subtle floral scent, rattles the ice and cools the teacup.
“So, what’s really going on? It doesn’t matter if you’re here to have fun.”
“Have you seen that filth giant at the Academy?”
I feel like I want to lie down leisurely, intoxicated by the elf scent, but I have to do my job. It’s not something the Constellation that enjoyed sloppy cosplay sex should say, telling the Avatars to wear cosplay costumes instead of wearing cosplay costumes, but there’s a reason they came here anyway.
It’s been a long time since I visited by human standards, but I felt like I’d seen it often by elf standards, but of course my goal was the filth giant that appeared at the academy.
Of course, no matter how many filth giants there are beneath the Academy, it’s not a major crisis. To be precise, it is closer to the Academy’s ‘financial’ crisis. To put it bluntly, if we give up just a little bit of the academy’s infrastructure, we could destroy them with space battleship bombing or dimension splitting.
The problem is that when the foundation of the academy is destroyed like that, the damage is severe. I took over an entire island and used all kinds of magic and incantations, but I can’t give up everything because I can’t handle even one magical power of a dream demon.
“We have Lime and Hwashin, so of course I saw them. “Is that why you came because you were worried?”
“I feel a little bad because it’s where I stay.”
Free food and free house. They said they would treat the Holy See with the utmost respect, so they renovated one of the Academy’s buildings into a hotel and provided me with unlimited convenience.
Rolling around in the bedroom, eating breakfast at the buffet, enjoying the endless snacks provided just by request, and immersing yourself on the internet while enjoying the air-conditioned breeze. I was so lazy that I couldn’t tell the difference between the bed and the sofa, and lived a lazy and debauched life with the gods.
The life of an ultra-luxurious reformer would have been declared a heresy based solely on laziness and self-indulgence if a slightly conservative and extreme religious person had seen it. I had no intention of giving up on these things because of the stench of the filth giant.
Someone gave me unlimited access to a 5-star hotel and a premium black card with unlimited limits. Would I give that up just because I’m afraid of flies and cockroaches?
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The reason I came to the giant tree that never withers is because she knew something about dream demons. Like the burning tyrant and the giant tree that never withers, they are dream demons from another world, but they are constellations that know more than me.
There are differences between the SF worldview, the fantasy worldview, and the magical girl worldview, but I think there is a feeling that they are fundamentally similar.
That’s because I also swallowed a dream demon from a fantasy world.
I am a fake dream created by drugs, with a nuclear missile at the source of the dream. And a real dream horse that leads the nightmare of the devil’s army in the fantasy world. Since those two were treated as the same dream demon, wouldn’t a dream monster from the magical girl world be treated similarly?
“The dream demon that struck the barrier and hid under the academy… Then even if you send an avatar to invade, there will be no way to stop it.”
“Really?”
“Because Dream Demon’s ability is literally related to dreams. Anyone can enter if they have the ability to enter other people’s dreams. “It is not a barrier that necessarily blocks intruders like magic or witchcraft.”
So, take a sip of tea and talk to the elf Nuna. It’s old common sense that’s hundreds of years old and comes from another world, but I think it might be helpful.
According to her explanation, the world created by Mongma is ultimately a dream world. She says that although it has the advantage of being secretly hidden, the disadvantage is that there is no way to prevent beings who know how to enter.
In fact, even in creative works such as comics, there are many cases where we enter a place called the mental world or unconsciousness of a person having a nightmare. Since it is a shared dream, it feels like it is not blocked even though it is hidden.
In short, the magic barrier is like a front door with a lock at the entrance, while the dream demon’s barrier is like a hole hidden by a thicket of bushes.
“And how to get in… Because I’m an elf.”
“I didn’t expect it to get that far. “I have to do that.”
“Our Lime is already smart.”
“… “I’m not old enough to say it’s already.”
“So, you’ve lived less than half a century, and less than 10 years have passed since you became a Constellation. How many times do other constellations leave it to the incarnations and leave them alone?”
We chatted endlessly while talking about the dream. Considering my age in my previous life, I am now over 30 and should be approaching 40, but it feels strange to be treated like a proud child.
What should I say? I’m just thinking of resolving this issue because it feels good to be enshrined as a constellation, but I’m so proud of it that I should say it’s ridiculous. Well, if you look at all the trivial constellations that sent invitations and the like in the past, you can see that they are a diverse group of people.
Constellations are the last survivors who were fortunate enough to be rescued from a world that was destroyed. People like tyrants who burn fire or swords that cut through chains are special cases, but most of them are arrogant, suffer from PTSD, etc., And there are many constellations with various tastes.
‘Oh… ? If you put it this way, I am at the top in terms of personality… ?’
So, even though I live a leisurely life at the academy, playing, eating, and embracing women, the voices praising me are growing louder.
Personally, I felt like I was an evil instructor who just gave me a topic and told me to do it, and I just played around with it. However, it wasn’t some kind of delusion that I was a slave trader from another world, and I was praised for that alone. Even though I only paid attention and talked to him, he was so surprised and thought, ‘You’re paying attention!’
“By the way, our rhyme.”
“Huh?”
“Do you want to try this on?”
As I settled into the academy and interacted with beings who were higher in various senses among the constellations, that is, higher in strength, power, and humanity, I almost forgot about the constellation average.
While I was thinking about that, a piece of light cloth naturally stuck out to the side of the left table.
“It’s our traditional clothing.”
“Ah.”
It seems that what our elf Nuna saw wasn’t just the filth giant.
