The Neighborhood High School Girl, Miss Isezaki, Is the Great Saintess Returned from Another World~ And I, Suddenly Awakened as Her Exclusive Mana Supply Uncle, Travel Between Earth and Another World with Time-Space Magic~ - 19. Return

19. Return

For a moment, I felt a sensation akin to riding an elevator rapidly ascending, then found myself standing on an asphalt-paved road.

The time was still night, just like when we teleported, with only the light from the street lamps illuminating the ground. But—

“Whoa…”

I couldn’t help but mutter. The road was covered in a thick layer of bl00d, almost like the scene of a murder. This bl00d… it must be mine, right…?

It had been about a full day since that incident, yet there were no signs of anyone cleaning up or investigating it as a crime scene.

It felt as though we were back to the scene just after we teleported to the other world—

“Soo-ha! Soo-ha! Haahs, haahs, haahs! Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo! Soo-ha, soo-ha!”

“Oh, Isezaki-san.”

Lost in thought over the bl00d-soaked road, I suddenly remembered Isezaki-san, who was leaning against my chest, with her labored breathing sounding like hyperventilation.

“Soo-ha, soo-ha! Haahs, soo-ha, soo-ha, soo-ha!”

“Hey, are you okay?! Isezaki-san, you need to stay calm! Come on, take deep breaths, slowly now…”

While gently separating Isezaki-san, who was hyperventilating, I spoke to her as softly and calmly as possible.

In response to my voice, Isezaki-san raised her head. Her face seemed to be in extreme disarray, with sweat drenching her cheeks, her face flushed red, and even drool dripping from her mouth. This was bad. Could this be a flashback caused by trauma…?

“Hah! …I-I’m sorry. I got a little worked up. I’m fine, really!”

“Are you sure? If you feel even the slightest bit off, we’ll go to the hospital right away, okay?”

“Y-Yes. I’ll keep that in mind… By the way, about this scene—”

It seemed that Isezaki-san had truly regained her composure. She lightly brushed her hair back and surveyed the surroundings.

“Yeah, it’s like the scene before we just teleported. What do you think this means?”

“I believe it may be because time flows differently between this world and the other world… But we can only clarify the details by further verification. After all, the dimensional teleportation between worlds is something only you can do, sir.”

“Is that so? Well, I do want to investigate the flow of time in the future, but for now—”

As I gazed at the bl00d-soaked road, I suggested to Isezaki-san,

“Before anyone else comes, should we clean up this bl00d with ‘Purify Clean’?”

Isezaki-san twitched her eyebrows in response and murmured discontentedly in a low voice.

“Sir, why would we do that? This bl00d could serve as definitive evidence of the… the… Who was it again…? Anyway, it could be crucial evidence of the hockey team captain’s crime scene. Although your wounds have healed, we could later slightly injure you again to make it appear that you miraculously survived with only minor injuries from being stabbed and lost a lot of bl00d. It’s okay, there’s also Light Healing Magic to make the pain disappear. With the evidence of the stabbing and the bl00d, if we get Grandma to hire a skilled lawyer, everything will work out. And we must absolutely make him realize the severity of his crime and atone for it with his life. I won’t forgive him. I won’t forgive him, I won’t. Never. Absolutely. I won’t forgive him, absolutely, never, DEATH.”

Isezaki-san continued to speak with vacant eyes. It was a bit scary. And by the way, I think that boy was in the soccer team. It doesn’t match the hockey team at all.

“No, it’s okay. Because if we make such a big deal out of it, Isezaki-san might attract attention from those around us, right? Even if she was the victim, there’s no guarantee that there won’t be someone who’ll make a big fuss about it.”

Especially students are always hungry for gossip. Whether it’s baseless rumors or not, it’s not easy to stop them.

Upon hearing my words, the light returned to Isezaki-san’s eyes.

“Well…! So, sir, are you forgiving… forgiving that trash from the hockey team for my sake?! Is that what you’re saying!?”

As she said this, Isezaki-san’s eyes welled up with tears, and she firmly grasped my hand.

“Huh? Yeah, well, mostly, I guess?”

Of course, that’s the main reason, but it’s not the only one, so I avoided giving a clear answer.

When things escalate, I’ll also end up dealing with the trouble. Right now, there are plenty of other things I want to do rather than wasting time on that. Of course, there’s a need to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again in the future, but I know someone who can handle that better than me or Isezaki-san. First, let’s discuss—

“Sir, I’ve cleaned up the road! Please take a look!”

While I was lost in thought, Isezaki-san seemed to have used “Purify Clean” on the road.

At a glance, you couldn’t tell at all that there had been a bloody incident here. It looked like an ordinary road you could find anywhere.

“This should be fine. Alright, I’ll walk you home. It’s just right there.”

“Yes!”

—

Right near the modest apartment where I live, there stood a completely out-of-place traditional Japanese-style mansion.

Normally, we’d say goodbye at the gate, but this time, I walked through the gate with Isezaki-san. I couldn’t avoid explaining the incident where Isezaki-san was almost attacked to that person.

“Grandma, we’re back.”

When Isezaki-san raised her voice upon opening the entrance door, nearby sliding doors slid open, and a woman who wore a flashy black T-shirt with bold prints on it greeted us.

“Welcome back, Seina… Oh? Matsunaga-kun, how rare. Well, come on in anyway.”

That was the landlady, Isezaki-san’s grandmother—the woman who played the role of a landlady to me.