Walking Skeleton 13: Mr.
Walking Skeleton Upon hearing Yotsuya Miko speak her name, Yuen recognized the girl from that semi-slice-of-life world.
Although he hadn’t finished watching that particular anime in his past life, he was aware of the character and the general plot.
“So, Yotsuya-san…” Being addressed with such a formal honorific by a god made Yotsuya Miko feel incredibly awkward.
She whispered, “Umm, Kami-sama…
you can just call me Miko.” “…Very well, Miko.
Do you want me to remove the mark of the false god from your body?” Although he found the aura of the false god repulsive, Yuen vaguely recalled that it served a dual purpose: tracking Yotsuya Miko and protecting her.
Therefore, he needed her consent before removing it.
Yotsuya Miko’s eyes lit up, but her expression quickly dimmed as a thought crossed her mind.
She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
“Kami-sama, I…
I can’t afford to pay you.” “It is free.” Seeing Yotsuya Miko’s cautious demeanor, Yuen found it amusing.
Just how much had her “Sight” tortured this vibrant young girl?
“Really?” Yotsuya Miko doubted her ears, looking at Yuen with disbelief.
Yuen nodded gently.
“Then please…
I beg of you, Kami-sama!” Yuen flicked his index finger, and a gentle beam of light shot forth.
The aura of the false god surrounding Yotsuya Miko was shattered instantly.
Whether it was a hallucination or reality, Yotsuya Miko thought she heard a roar of anger and fear fading into the distance.
“Done.” Yuen lowered his hand.
“Although I have removed the mark, try to avoid approaching that false god’s territory when you return.
It might track you down by following your aura.” “Thank you, Kami-sama!
Thank you so much!” Yotsuya Miko thanked him with genuine sincerity.
This was the kind of god she had imagined—one who helped people without asking for anything in return.
That Fox God really was a fake.
In truth, what Yotsuya Miko wanted most was to stop seeing evil spirits altogether.
But she wouldn’t push her luck.
Being helped once by Yuen was already an incredible blessing.
Just as Yotsuya Miko was thinking about how to leave politely, the Torii gate she had entered through burst open with a loud bang.
A skeleton clad in magnificent black robes emerged from within.
“A…
A walking skeleton!?” The smile on Yotsuya Miko’s face froze instantly.
Terrified, she instinctively hid behind Yuen.
A walking skeleton was far more terrifying than the evil spirits she couldn’t physically touch.
Two visitors from other worlds in one day…
such frequency surprised Yuen slightly.
Moreover, the newcomer was a character who had left a deep impression on him.
—The Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown.
Sensing Yuen’s gaze, the crimson points of light in Ainz’s eye sockets turned, locking onto Yuen.
A shrine, a kimono, a JK…
Am I back?
Ainz Ooal Gown felt a surge of excitement in his heart, but his passive skill activated immediately, forcefully calming his emotions.
Ainz coughed dryly, adopting what he considered his most dignified tone and voice.
“…Human.
Tell me, where is this place?” Hiding behind Yuen, Yotsuya Miko didn’t dare take another look at the skeleton, let alone answer his question.
Yuen, on the other hand, watched Ainz’s performance with interest.
That familiar, pretentious tone took him back to his younger days of chasing anime episodes.
What’s going on?
Is my approach wrong?
Ainz paused slightly, noticing the distinct lack of fear on this handsome Tokyo boy’s face.
Assuming Yuen might be nearsighted and couldn’t see him clearly, Ainz deliberately stepped closer.
Yotsuya Miko, frightened out of her wits, gripped Yuen’s sleeve tightly.
Yuen snapped out of his reminiscence.
He looked down slightly at Ainz, who was a bit shorter than him.
Ainz expected to finally see fear, but Yuen remained perfectly calm, as if seeing a walking skeleton were the most normal thing in the world.
“Are you not afraid of me?” Ainz asked, pointing a slender skeletal finger adorned with a magic ring at his own skull in confusion.
Yuen shook his head and calmly uttered a sentence that made even Ainz shudder.
“Actually, Suzuki-san, your body isn’t all that scary.” “Y-You…” Ainz’s emotions flared, but before he could say another word, a green light enveloped him, and his emotional suppression kicked in again.
Calming down, Ainz asked, “How do you know my surname?” “It is a long story, but what I can tell you is that I am somewhat similar to you, Suzuki-san.” “You are also…?” Yuen nodded.
With a wave of his hand, a teleportation array resembling a water mirror appeared in the void.
“Would you like to come in and sit for a while, Suzuki-san?” “Teleportation magic?” Ainz was surprised, though only slightly.
He was familiar with such magic, as he often used it to leave the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
“Something like that.” Yuen turned sideways and looked at Yotsuya Miko, whose body was still tense.
He invited her, “Would you like to come too, Miko?” Yotsuya Miko waved her hands frantically in refusal.
“N-No thank you, Kami-sama!
I just remembered I have something to do, so I’ll be going back now.” “Thank you again for your help today, Kami-sama!” Sitting down for tea with a moving skeleton was simply too much for an ordinary person like Yotsuya Miko to handle.
After speaking, she forced herself not to look at the black-robed skeleton and bowed deeply to Yuen.
“…In that case, Miko, just walk straight through the Torii gate.
The door will open automatically and send you back.” “Okay, Kami-sama.” Watching Yotsuya Miko disappear through the door, Yuen led the Sorcerer King, Ainz Ooal Gown, into his dimensional space.
“Is this…
an alternate dimension?” Ainz had initially thought it was teleportation magic, but upon entering, he realized it wasn’t.
He couldn’t sense the presence of any living creatures here.
Creating a unique space of one’s own…
even as a Super-Tier Magic Caster, he couldn’t accomplish such a feat.
“Please, make yourself at home, Suzuki-san.” Yuen snapped his fingers.
Tea cups instantly materialized in front of him and Ainz, followed by green tea slowly filling them to the brim.
“Umm…” Ainz wanted to ask something, but realizing he didn’t know the name of the young man before him, awkwardness welled up inside him.
Yuen took a sip of tea, noticing Ainz’s dilemma.
“You may call me Yuen.” Ainz took a deep breath—metaphorically speaking—and asked calmly, “Yuen-sama, are you a god?” His hearing was fine; he had naturally heard the high school girl address Yuen as such.
“Yes.” “…Just now outside, Yuen-sama, you said you were similar to me.
Does that mean this is also a game world?” Yuen shook his head slightly.
“This is the real Japan.
When I said I was similar to you, Suzuki-san, I meant that we are both reincarnators.” Ainz asked cautiously, “So, Yuen-sama used to be human too?” “That is correct.” Yuen gestured for him to drink.
Ainz hurriedly picked up the tea cup and poured it into his mouth.
Although he had an undead body, he could still perceive taste.
“This is truly good tea.” The familiar taste filled Ainz with nostalgia.
Tea didn’t exist in the game world.
It had been a long time since he had tasted decent tea.
When Ainz placed the cup back on the table, it refilled itself instantly.
Yuen took another sip himself and continued, “I know you precisely because I was human in my past life.” “Huh?” Ainz’s jaw dropped open, unable to comprehend Yuen’s meaning.
“Suzuki-san…
in my previous life, you were an anime character.” “Me?
An anime character?”