Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

"Ayame, what's up? I guess my legs are feeling better, huh?

Mr. Zelalk said to me that he was still sitting around, even when it was time for me to leave.

"Er... I just can't stand up well"

Answering Mr. Zeralk with half his soul missing, he crouched down and peered into my face.

"Are you all right?

In the morning sun, purple eyes twinkled.

"Haha, haha"

I accidentally leak a suspicious laugh at a handsome do-up.

"It's okay, good luck"

"Good boy."

You know, stroking your head, this handsome guy doesn't know his destructive power!

I'm not proud of you if you get nosebleeds in the morning, but even if you have a lot of nadepot to do to this Osawa Ayame girl, none of it has ever been done!

And when he laughed gently, he reached out to me, supporting his rising body.

And I stood in his arms, and said unto him, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Leg fatigue recovered considerably following Mr. Zeralk's full massage.

However, it seems that my mental fatigue was greater than that because I was rubbed all the way to a remarkable place, and I was in a crushed back state.

Oh, there's still a touch of Mr. Zelalk's palm on my leg!

If this was the teacher of the whole sport, it wouldn't matter how much it was massaged.

But I met this handsome muscle man, and he slept on his shoulder car, and stared at his clear purple eyes at close range.

When I was in a thin state that was untimely in another world, a good prince who wanted dark blue hair appeared, and with that tenderness I entered all the way into the heart of a unfortunate woman who had no boyfriend = age.

As soon as I was aware of it, hot contact!

Contact with the darkest, youngest man in your life!

Dodgy chest cum contact with a budding lover!

It's a sword, a man who's sweet and kind to me for some reason on top of cool. This formed hand crawls around my entire leg...

Shh, shy, well, I'll lose my hips too!

Ha-ha-ha, I'll do that too!

... Yeah, I know he doesn't have any bottom line.

Anyway, for Mr. Zelalk, it's "The Noble Boy," so I...

Hmm, and I sighed and said, "Sorry, I had to go to town today," and I stood alone, and I knew I'd flutter a little.

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

Mr. Zelalk's big hand supported my shoulder like that.

"Ayame, don't push it. For a luxurious, fine aristocratic boy like you, the journey with us, who's been practicing from time to time, is too harsh. You won't be able to walk today."

"What, wait, don't leave me here, okay? You can still walk!

I don't want to be dumped here!

If you pick it up, take care of it till the end. Okay, please!

I looked up at Mr. Zelalk in haste, but he said to me that he would throw his luggage "ho" at Mr. Keel.

"I wouldn't leave you, though. Being carried will also strain your legs, so today."

"Uh-huh!

"Let's go with this. Keel, let's go."

"Yes, yes, yes, over-protect stability"

The baggage thrown at Mr. Keel had been taken as a matter of course.

So this is what Mr. Keel was expecting?

Take this, "Holding the Princess"!?

Unbelievable!

I thought this guy was a zombie, and he had a health problem.

Though the trees are sparse and the roads wider than yesterday's forest, the forest is the forest. Not even my feet are good.

But!

This tall, shoulder-triangulating, exuberant swordsman is clutching his exuberant grand chest muscle to me at all costs. The fleshly handsome man is walking toward town, mocking the dark blue hair of Sarah!

Keep me in your arms with your biceps stretched out!

"Mr. Zeralk, it's heavy, isn't it? I'll walk myself down."

I said to Mr. Zelalk as he turned his arm around his thick neck and held the princess.

"Sorry, Ayame, you're as light as the Holy Spirit, so you're not in my way of running! This is more efficient, so grab it quietly."

Laughing niggardly, Prince of Amethyst Eyes.

I was captured by his love, an innocent deep-window courtier?

Or maybe a princess who was about to be daughter-in-law to another country, running off with her knight in her hand?

... Yabe, my head is boiling in unfamiliar situations!

Because it's not the heroine of the girl cartoon I lent Mityl.

I know.

If I had a convenient delusion, I'd be the one who'd get hurt later.

It is not in my place.

But... just for now, can I dream about being treated like a girl?

I'm sure it's only now that I'm tall and disappointed for a woman that I'm in shape to have a princess hold me.

Admirable princess hug.

A princess hug who had given up that she wouldn't even be able to get married to her.

Shit.

I'm so glad.

Thank you, Mr. Zeralk.

When I put a lot of effort into my hands, I found Mr. Zelarc's neck moist and damp.

"Oh, I'm sweating..."

When I put it in my mouth without thinking, Mr. Zelalk raised his eyebrows and laughed at me.

"Sorry, I smell like sweat."

"That's not true. I'm sorry I enjoyed myself."

"Never mind, it's not a big deal...... yeah? Ayame smells good."

"Nha."

Mr. Zelalk gave it to me!

Blood rises on my face, or it gets hot.

"No, no sniffing!

I got embarrassed and buried my face in Mr. Zeralk's chest... I could smell him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, we smell each other!

Besides, it smells good. Ooh, ooh, sorry for the pervert!

"Ha ha, you're getting kind of powerful! Ayame has a strange power."

Hmm, no!

I don't think so!

For some reason, Mr. Zeralk's appearance running in a good mood and laughing is a little dangerous.

To Mr. Zeralk, whose gummy speed increases, Keel, who chases him, says, "Am I the only one who feels a perverted odor in what I'm saying? Just the smell," he murmured.

"Drop it, Mr. Zeralk"

I got to a town called Ikru.

I got a gatekeeper check at the gate.

Stay hugged.

People around me are watching me so much!

When Mr. Zeralk and Mr. Keel show what looks like an ID, the gatekeeper says, 'Who the hell is this?' Seen me with a gaze.

Mr. Zeralk said, "He's an exotic aristocratic boy, Ayame. I am unfamiliar with traveling because I am a nasty boy, and I have broken my legs, so I carry them to reduce the burden like this. Things make me Ayame's identity guarantor," he said.

Pretty unscrupulous story, but Mr. Gatekeeper was nodding with his hand on his chin when he looked at Mr. Zeralk's ID and said, "I see..." Maybe Mr. Zeralk is a pretty big guy.

"... ok, if you say you'll be the back shield, you won't have a problem. Then proceed as we will issue a provisional ID in that room over there. Shall I refer you to a doctor?

"No, the people in this town have handouts, so it's okay."

"Really? Take care of yourself."

And the gatekeeper said unto me without a dust: and when he was pelted and uncle while he was held, he leaned his neck slightly, and then opened the drawer of his desk, and let him still hold a small wrap in my hand without a dust.

When I opened the package on my way to the back room, a candy ball came out of the inside.

"... Um, Mr. Zeralk"

"What?

"The gatekeeper gave me candy."

"Good for you."

"Mr. Zeralk, can I ask you something?

"What?

"How old is Mr. Zeralk?

"28, but"

"Wow, you were only in your twenties... Me, you look young, but you're actually 25..."

"... 15 years old?

"25 years old"

Mr. Zeralk's leg stopped perfectly and Mr. Keel said, "Huh!?"

"... Ayame, now that I'm 25, that's what you said?

"Yeah."

……

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"... adult, is it"

"Yeah, adult"

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The muscular gentleman and I stared at each other for a while, and eventually Mr. Keel said, "25! You're just 25! I got candy, 25! They're holding me. I'm 25!" I laughed so fucking hard.

"No, no, I'm sorry. Speaking of which, you didn't really introduce yourself, and you didn't even hear about the years! No, because I thought you were a child..."

Still laughing, Mr. Keel said.

I backpacked my provisional ID and walked on my back.

Yes, I finally got Mr. Zelalk to grate me. It's because they're holding hands.

"I'm an adult. Sure, you might look younger than the people here because of your folk traits. Still, I'm not 15."

"You're more convinced than they say 25, huh?

'Don't get lost in a town you don't know,' said Mr Zelarc, who joins hands. Even if I know I'm 25, I'm still overprotective.

"I mean, Ayame looks young or weak around here, so I don't know what kind of bad guy he's going to put on. Don't be alarmed."

"Yeah."

"He could be trapped and sold off."

"All I can think of is the fact that I'm going to half-kill that guy. Oh, Ayame, that's the Glowing Bell Pavilion."

Mr. Keel pointed and told me.

Apparently, there was a permanent residence for Mr. Zeralk and the others.

"Since this is already an ally with Graciad, the Keshtail guys can't make a big face. Let's get some rest and then head to Graciad. From here on out, we'll move on with horses."

"The Glowing Bell Pavilion" was the finest inn in town. Mr. Zelalk drew my hand into the building, and I looked around at the luxurious inn for a moment.

"Surprised. Mr. Zelalk was rich."

I just thought he was a strong but Heira soldier because he would storm the enemy line and get caught, but he doesn't seem to be.

"Is that it, great somehow long? Soldier chief? No way, General?

"Yeah... not like that"

Mr. Keel proceeded to the inn and received a large package that he apparently had kept.

"Is Mr. Keel one of Mr. Zeralk's men?

"Friends...... right"

"It's an honor! Amulet under the name of a friend"

For some reason, niggling, Mr. Keel said.

"Come on, shall we go to your room and take a bath? It's a lot of dirt, so let's refresh it. Ayame, are you dressed?

"Oh, hold on. No."

I only brought sweets and memma!

"I'll have Keel arrange a western shop, so you can wait in your room."

"Yeah? Aren't you going to go buy it?

"Let us prepare the finest things worthy of the noble prince."

Copy that.

"Yeah, yeah? You can wear it everyday."

Who the hell are these two?

Do Graciad soldiers make that much money?

And when I was put through to the best room in the best inn in town, I said to Mr. Zeralk, "You won't be able to take a bath without a squire, shall I wash you?," he said in his face, "Hi-yep, fine! I can wash myself! It's perfectly fine!" Desperately declining, "Mr. Keel said," Ayame doesn't need 25-year-old adult boys - Zeralku, adult boys - overprotections - "he tackled Mr. Zeralk's education.

... I'm not a boy!