Entering a Company From Another World! – Chapter 137

I am glad that the new character’s reception has been better than expected.
I want to do my best to make this character shine.

“Jiro-kun! Are you alright!”
“That is!?”
“Yes, well, if I had to say whether I’m alright or not, physically I’m fine. Yes, physically… mentally I might not be alright.”

A dry laugh is the kind that comes out at times like this.
The sounds of battle quieted, I had been forcibly contracted with an angel and felt like I was cheating even though I hadn’t, so I suppressed the urge to collapse and greeted the two fathers who had rushed to my aid.
Upon seeing the angel, now a fallen angel, standing before me, they were surprised and immediately drew their weapons.

“Unexpectedly, Mental Magic!? Damn, I shouldn’t have sent Jiro-kun out alone that time.”
“Lament later, prioritizing saving our son-in-law is the priority now. The enemy is a fallen angel, but if we bet our lives, it should still be possible!”
“!”
“Indeed. This long life, it’s not a waste to burn it for the sake of future children!”
“In that case, I will open a way out. Don’t worry, I’m hard to kill. I’ll buy you some time.”
“Yes, please. If that’s the case, then I’ll use Dark Elf forbidden magic…”
“Ah, then!”
“Wait a minute!! It’s alright! It’s alright!! I’m healthy!! I’ve already recovered mentally too!! You don’t need to make such grand resolutions, I’m fine!! So please calm down!!!”

My poor choice of words led to a misunderstanding that escalated dramatically, but is a fallen angel truly that terrifying?
To think that they would immediately adopt a resolute expression and try to save me… In an industry with magic and special abilities, you have to think before you joke…

“Master, should I eliminate these men holding weapons for now?”
“You, shut up for now!!”

It has no sense of atmosphere.
No, to silence the fallen angel who has no sense of atmosphere, I once again use an iron claw.
Using all the grip strength in my right hand, I grabbed the fallen angel’s head, but perhaps it has learned, because even while suspended, I feel a faint membrane of magic power around its head.
It’s trying to defend against my grip, but I’m tightening my grip to counter.

“Wait, Master, you’ve been treating me roughly! I’m a fallen angel, you know, quite rare. Specifically, a being you’d be lucky to see once every hundred years! Well, from the enemy’s perspective, it’s a once-in-a-century misfortune, but wait, I’m a fallen angel now. Then maybe once every thirty years?”
“Your wording is subtle! What do you mean ‘quite rare’! And convey the information accurately! It only complicates things. Haa, it’s getting complicated, so be quiet until I explain the situation, seriously.”
“Understood.”

Though it fell silent while being gripped, I turned to Mr. Gray and the others, worried it might say something else.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’ll explain the situation, so could you please listen?”
“Are you alright, that fallen angel?”
“Yes, I’ll explain that, along with everything else.”

Mr. Mait looks at the fallen angel and me alternately with concern, but if I were to deny anything now, the conversation wouldn’t progress, so I proceed without saying I’m alright.
Then, after explaining how I fought and eventually contracted with this restrained fallen angel, I suddenly realized.

“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Did I not introduce myself?”

I forgot to ask for the fallen angel’s name when introducing it.
After all, the battle started without any pleasantries.
There was no time to introduce ourselves, and even after the battle, I was swept up in this fallen angel’s pace and hadn’t introduced myself.

“I don’t recall you introducing yourself in my memory.”
“Is that so, I didn’t introduce myself?”

As far as I can recall, we haven’t introduced ourselves since we first made contact.
If we had, I wouldn’t still be fixed on calling this entity an angel or a fallen angel.

“Conversely, do you know my name?”
“I do, the Dark Elf over there told me.”

Perhaps it’s a misunderstanding, so I try to confirm by asking if I introduced myself.
However, as per my memory, neither of us introduced ourselves, and it seems this fallen angel only knows my name because Mr. Mait called out to me.

“Master’s name is Jero.”
“Who do you think I am, an enka singer? If you’re listening to Mr. Mait, remember it properly, idiot. It’s Jiro. Jiro Tanaka.”

It answered confidently, but the name that came out was close, but completely different.
Although I’m currently speaking Common of Isal, proper nouns and my own name naturally tend to lean towards Japanese pronunciation.
Even with the support of magic tools for language, there’s still a discrepancy there.
So, actually, pronouncing my name correctly requires a bit of skill.
Those who can pronounce it easily do so, but…

“Ta-u-ka-ji-ro?”
“Ta-na-ka-ji-ro-u!”

Rarely, it’s not possible.
This fallen angel seems to struggle with Japanese pronunciation.
There’s quite a difference between hearing it and pronouncing it.
Even when I say and have it repeat each sound and correct it, the ideal pronunciation doesn’t come out.

“Mmm, the pronunciation is difficult. Ta-nu-u-ka-ji-ro-?”
“Why is it becoming a strangely native pronunciation… Haa, just call me Jiro then.”

After mumbling it a few times, I shake my head and indicate “no” when the fallen angel asks if this is correct, then offer a compromise.
Ideally, I’d have it practice more, but there isn’t time to correct it right now.
So, as long as it’s recognizable as me, I’ll accept it as a nickname or something and be content.

“I see. Then Jiro. My name is Himik. I was originally in the position of a Seraph, but that’s irrelevant now?”
“A Seraph!? Unexpectedly, a highest-ranking angel directly created by God, one of the original twelve angels!”
“!?”
“Mr. Mait, do you know about Himik?”
“I don’t know of her existence, but in the ancient texts and legends of our Dark Elf clan, the existence of angels fighting alongside heroes is recorded. Among them, there are records of high-ranking angels being sent from heaven when the hero occasionally fell into a disadvantage.”
“Is that a Seraph?”

Thus, I finally learned the fallen angel’s name, Himik, but her name, or rather her former position, was a big name that surprised not only Mr. Mait but also Mr. Gray, who has few changes in his expression.

“Hmm, do you know of my sisters’ achievements? Yes, I was the seventh Seraph.”

However, I myself was unable to be particularly surprised, as I hadn’t understood how amazing the angel I had been treating like an idiot earlier was.
Himik, unconcerned, spoke as if she were a minor figure, saying, “You knew about me? That’s something.”
In stark contrast to us, Mr. Mait and Mr. Gray had extremely serious expressions.
Mr. Mait began to ponder deeply, and Mr. Gray stood ready to draw his sword at any moment.

“Were you amazing?”
“Probably.”

I asked due to the reaction, but the words that came from her didn’t support Mr. Mait’s words or Mr. Gray’s actions.

“It seems I was amazing.”
“Why so vague? It’s about yourself, isn’t it?”
“I was constantly practicing with my sisters in heaven, but I rarely won against my elder sisters or younger sisters. That said, I wasn’t particularly smart either.”

“I see,” I thought, a thought that solidified within me within the first ten minutes of meeting her.

“I was also the slowest among my sisters when it came to paperwork. I can’t really evaluate myself. Still, if others say I was amazing, then I suppose I was.”

Somehow, Himik seemed to be a typical example of low self-esteem, thinking she wasn’t that great compared to her exceptionally talented sisters.

“As for combat experience, it was only for a few weeks fighting alongside the hero, but, hmph, how about that, Master, I’m amazing, aren’t I!”
“It’s probably your sisters who were amazing.”

Why does this one end with a punchline?
Her behavior is what prevents people from thinking Himik is an amazing being.
As a result, whether she’s amazing or not…
I don’t know how to evaluate her.
From the combat when we first encountered her, I could feel that she possessed considerable power even in her sealed state.
So, as Mr. Mait said, if a Seraph’s power could aid the Hero and help defeat the Demon Lord, it’s highly likely.
That power is comparable to the Hero’s.
I understand why the two fathers are worried.
However, while I appreciate their concern, I don’t currently fear that her power will turn against me.
This conclusion is weakly grounded, based partly on intuition, but what I am about to say is undoubtedly true.
I lightly tell the boasting Himik to stop puffing out her chest and exchange glances with Mr. Mait and Mr. Gray.

“Mr. Mait, Mr. Gray, she is currently under my control. According to her, it’s not wise to linger here. You may not agree, but for now, please trust me and act. Can you do that?”
“…”
“…”

After a few seconds of locking eyes.

“Understood. If Jiro-kun insists, I will believe you. Is that alright, Mr. Gray?”
“…”

Mr. Mait closed his eyes once before agreeing, and Mr. Gray unspokenly, but clearly, indicated his assent by sheathing his sword.
They both communicated with their eyes that they would act if something happened, but they did step back.

“Thank you, both of you.”

I thanked them for listening to my opinion and decided on the next course of action.
If the story about monsters no longer dropping materials in this dungeon is true, then this dungeon is like a dried-up well.
And if we have captured the fallen angel who used to keep that well flowing, then for those who profited from that well, we will not be beings to be ignored.

“Let’s return to the Adventurer’s Guild to discuss future plans. Regardless of the circumstances, I think they should hear about this matter.”
“Yes, that would be appropriate. The Dark Elf party I healed earlier has already run to report to the Adventurer’s Guild, so it would be good to head there to correct that report as well.”
“…”

And then.
Due to the extremely swift decision-making of Mr. Mait and Mr. Gray, I completely lost the timing to discuss kissing Himik, and while internally pondering what to do, I considered future matters without changing my expression.

Today’s word:
Whether to say it or not, it’s better to make that judgment quickly.

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