Homncrus is NOT ROM - What Homncrus Has Returned Less Being In Another World -

A month ago, I got a strange request.

I'm standing on stage as an actress next to working as a service in an Amarchian liquor store, but after last month's performance, a red-haired man came to the playhouse and was told.

"Odette Breeze!

I like your lawn!

Why don't you play one act on one stage where I'll be the chairman!

That would be a frequent guest request.

But then something went wrong.

The man... the appearance fee offered by D (...) R (...) A (...) B (...) was incredibly high.

If you're offering the same amount to other actors, it's not something that can be covered by the seating fee at the playhouse very much.

And the content of the script I play was also odd.

When it comes to stories we deal with in theatre, Adventure Tan, featuring heroes, dominates, but what we're going to play next is a tale and a mutation of the bad wizards trying to conquer the world.

The bad wizards are going to create an organization called Idea's Room, fight man and demon tribe together, attack where both are exhausted and rule the world, but eventually they are all killed by super strong warriors.

Honestly, I don't think I'm gonna be ugly.

Though the body of the story is well maintained, the clutter of detail is noticeably overwhelming...

It's finally a bad script.

All the other members of the team, who are named sitting chairmen, are all actors working in Amarchia and know my face.

They were also fished by Drave for a high commission, apparently, and no one knows who he is.

That's why I concluded that Drave was a big merchant or something. He was a lousy sidekick and thought of doing a play.

Crude things and behavior are noticeable for the upper class, but this would be the case for a savage Sowen person.

Isn't it good to just use Santa Monia?

This appearance is not a bad story either if you split it it with a good temporary job.

Besides, if the script is bad, we can do something with the help of the actor.

It's time for my arm to be tested.

"Hey, hey! I'm the one!

That's it for you, too!

... the problem is that some actors do my jamming as well.

"Mr. Drave......

Um, can you handle some more?

"Huh? What the hell?"

My client's man, Drave, looks at me with a gnawed eye.

I get barometric pressure from that trileukocular pressure.

"No... it's nothing"

"Hahaha. Well, this one's amateur.

Follow me to the good salt plum. "

That's what Drave says and laughs nicely.

If you like theatre, you don't even know what you want to do. But I'm not, but I'm just too bad.

Dialogue turns are bar readings that just read the lines out loud.

Physical ability is high, I guess, but standing around with no core on your body loosely makes you look uncomfortable on stage.

Extremely, there is no awareness of matching the lines and movements of other actors at all, so I can hardly accept the conversation, and it floats on one stage.

I'm not a stumbling block because I'm going to show off that lousy play in grandeur.

"Hey, let's do this for today's archery and go get a drink!

Odette! Follow me!

"What!? Even today!?

It's time to finish it in earnest...

The show's next week. "

"It's okay, it's okay.

We'll figure it out. "

That said, Drave followed the auditorium, and I reluctantly followed.

The destination is a tavern that goes into a fairly luxurious category even in Amarchia.

He asks for fancy liquor and dishes without threading on the gold, so it's not all bad to keep them with you.

"That's obedient, my lady."

"Because if a sponsor drinks and fights and the gig crumbles, we'll have trouble.

I mean, are you a lady?

I'm a lady, but I'm lonely for life. "

"Hmm. Somehow I smelled like this lady.

If you don't mind, why don't we change it?

Um, mistress or something?

"You're rude! I'm only 17!

I haven't given up on marriage. "

"Seventeen ah! You're lying...

I know 17 years old feels a little bit more like Shomben. "

"I'm an old face anyway!

Drave laughs cuckoo when I get angry and it seems delightful.

Though the Sauennes say they are more scared than the Auga, this man in front of them just looks like a charampolan.

"Isn't Mr. Drave the boy?

It wouldn't be common people's behavior to show up in a city you don't know Flirri, let money say things, and try to act like a troupe. "

"Hey boy...

Well, I guess my parents adore me. "

"Good morning."

I ramblingly snap his glass and pour alcohol.

Even if I had a slightly different destiny, by now I would have been loved by the vast mansion as a butterfly, a flower, and the servants would have forced me to spend my days marking my fiancée at the ball.

The turning point was seven years ago.

My father, who was the Earl of Santa Monia, was suddenly in a conversion.

Moreover, my father, who drowned in alcohol, became a nonreturning man who quarreled with a chimp on his way home from the tavern.

The family left to leave the territory so that they could be chased, and my mother, who was unfamiliar with her underwork, also fell down with hard work and followed my father.

Being older than myself, I was also evicted from the flat where I lived, and I was to start living like a dove rat in the alley behind the city.

But the thread of salvation drips in any dark place.

Successful incorporation into the owner of a girl hobby tavern allowed her to work in the tavern, and she learned to dance to dancers who were coming to the store while serving and taking the stage.

Originally, I was fortunate enough to learn to dance as a preference for the noble lady, and by the time my hands and legs were stretched out, I had become a reputational dancer in the city as well.

Few men came to me as beauty beauty bearers reminiscent of my late mother, saving pennies from them and flowing into this Amarchia two years ago.

And as before, I lived in the service of a liquor store and the work of a dancer, but a troupe formed of Amarchian citizens came to that liquor store as guests, and they were to see me and join my people.

Theatre is good.

Unlike dancers, you can get a taste of a prime guest without being seen with a drunken nasty eye, and it's fun to be able to experience someone else's life that's completely different from yours.

I think the joy of polishing the arts and working with my colleagues to create a single stage is something I can't taste no matter how much money I have.

I can get drunk that I'm special enough to enjoy the pleasure.

It's a somewhat different shape from the future I had in mind when I was a kid, but now my day is full and fun.

I go to bed alone every night, wishing these days would go on forever.

"Mmm... ugh..."

My head hurts......

You drank alcohol yesterday...

I hope I didn't tell you about today's archery, but when I try to get up with my hand thinking about it, I get a hard feeling in my hand.

"Hmm...?

Nwwwwwww!?

Surprisingly, I fell out of bed.

"Yeah... you're a bad sleeping woman"

And Drave, who was with me, said in a sleeping voice.

"Duh, duh, duh, Mr. Drave!

Huh!? Yadda...... "

"He's rude...

I'm sorry I'm with a drunken woman like you.

Don't worry.

I didn't do anything. "

When he gets his body out of bed, his head finally starts turning.

This is a city inn.

But that Drave owes it...

Are you with a drunk woman?

"Humph. Mr. Drave is a gentleman by the looks of him, too.

I can't believe you don't get your hands on me with a beautiful woman like me. "

I lusciously try to speak as I lick my lips with my tongue,

"Don't be complacent, drunk.

I've always held a better woman than you.

Don't ask me to complain until I'm the right woman. "

And he laughed at me with his nose.

I crush my hips in humiliation and stick my face against the bed.

"But, well, theatre is good.

Your spicy, sour, licking experience will make you a good art fattener. "

"What... did I say something?

to my words. Drave laughed with a kuck,

"The story of the rise of a fallen warrant lady.

It was great for booze dishes.

I'm gonna see your play, and I'm gonna change my eyes. "

And, lying, he left the room.

I was left alone in the room,

"Siac......"

and groaned powerless.

Then a few days later, Drave's play came on the same stage but quite a bit to watch.

"Idea's Room Ambition" and a flyer with a big name for the performance are affixed to the arrival of the city, which makes me feel the performance is getting closer and tighter on my skin as well.

Did Drave also change his mind. He no longer lets me hang out with booze after archery, archery until night and on his way home he sends me home.

"Three more days!

Looking forward to it, drunk!

"Saudesne......"

My name has gotten drunk...

There's no doubt that you're a lady or a mistress, so I think you should have compromised.

"Did Mr. Drave ever get to watch the stage other than from your country?

"Ooh. I also watched a play at the Imperial Theatre in Ifestio.

That was awesome.

The sitter was a hell of a genius, and the script, the performances, and the play were about as great as they seem to be in the world.

You can introduce me if you want. "

When it comes to the Imperial Theatre of Ifestio, it is the largest theatre on the continent.

That would be great if a troupe were to perform in such a place.

"I would definitely ask you.

Although I don't think I can go to Ifestio for the time being. "

I also know that Eisenburg, near the border with the Ifestio Empire, is occupied by the Demon King's Army.

Many people are frightened that this city, which is relatively close to Eisenburg, will be the next target.

"I wish a hero showed up to get rid of the Demon King Army like a fairy tale. Hey.

Ahahahahahaha. "

I laugh at Drave, but Drave is serious sometime... no, he looked murderous.

"... intoxicating.

Run for the house when I signal.

And lock up and go to sleep right away. "

said that in a low voice. I wondered if his eyes had been opened,

"Go!!

I said and looked back and flew towards the back.

That move was too fast, and the next thing I saw of him was the girl who was behind us? It was the moment Drave hit by.

A blow that never stops in Drave's eyes strikes the girl, but the girl fights back with one hand without it.

"Huh... Huh? Yeah eh!?

I was perplexed by the sudden situation and completely oblivious to what he was saying and on the bar.

I think Drave and the girl are fisting each other while running......

Dry sounds of skin and clothes beating each other echo the night lane like percussion performances.

I can't tell you how many times I've seen a punch fight between guests in a tavern, but their bodies are so advanced that they fall in love so quickly that they can't compare to them.

And Drave pokes his butt with a foot payment released by the girl after the reward of an endless blow.

Something like a blade protruded by the girl with her left arm stops perfectly in front of Drave's eyes, and the two move stops.

Then Drave started laughing cuckoo,

"Looks like you got your arms up pretty good."

and speak to the girl.

"To the point of exchanging noisy greetings"

And the girl to give back.

And Drave hugged the girl gaggedly.

The next day, in the auditorium, Drave introduced the girl in front of everyone.

"Koitz is k (...) li (...) s (...).

He's a stage actor in my dachi.

So, I want him to be my understudy, so thank you, everyone. "

And, in addition to the sudden announcement.

"Hey! I only have two more days!

I can't do that. "

"I'm fine. No problem.

Compared to putting this radish actor on stage. "

Chris blocked my protest.

"Yeah, no problem, no problem.

Even you lousy amateurs would rather have experienced beauties on the same stage. "

"Beautiful man..."

That Chris, who looks like this girl, is a man...

Even though the beautiful actress there says she's the beauty beauty owner of the level where she escapes barefoot...

"Even if it's the most experience, I've only been on stage once.

And I'm losing one arm. "

"It's okay, it's okay, you can do it.

A knight with arms is cool.

That spear is quite a business. "

Drave is in a better mood than usual.

It's not an interesting story to be scratched around the stage that has finally come together at a level where you can compromise, but I'm jerking off in front of you with your proud Chris...... it sounds interesting to stay shitty and do it.

You look a little pretty, so maybe your sitter liked you and let you take the stage at the playhouse, but I'll tell you that the theatre isn't that sweet.

... what a thought.

A kid like this Chris, he's good at messing around.

Naturally, the script is coming to mind overnight, and of course the basic skills I said voice, slip tongue, and do, most importantly, the expression of emotion is outrageously clever.

I'm about to be swallowed by the emotions he unleashes when I'm exchanging lines.

Natural and existential plays, as if they possessed the characters through playing, can't help but feel the power of the performer who built him up with a degree of completeness that doesn't seem like a one-time actor with stage experience.

Plus, I'm going to put my ass on Drave's written scripts and performances and quickly rebuild the stage that was rattled.

The actors gathered besides me had also taken off their hats as such.

"There are amazing people in the world."

Exhausted by denser than usual auditorium, I fell asleep on the floor of the auditorium and squealed so.

"Huhun. Did drunkards think of the awesomeness of my secret weapon"

Hearing my crush, Drave wins like he does.

"Hey... who the hell are you?

"Though thick and generous to my brother-in-law, a very common Sauennese"

"Don't make fun of me.

If we had that kind of delicacy, we wouldn't have had to come all the way here to set the stage.

What the hell are you hoping to do with this gig?

To my question, Drave thought a little,

"World peace......?

What an answer.

It got ridiculous and I stopped asking questions.

In conclusion, our performance was a great success.

Seating fees were cheap, boxes that could accommodate more than 200 people were filled day and night, and the reputation for the key performance content was quite good.

Especially the knight in the beauty ship played by Chris grabbed the hearts of the audience and overflowed with an audience shouting Chris' name in curtain calls, both male and female.

"Oh! Ugh!

I won't do it!

I screamed one person out of the playhouse.

Everyone else is starting to drink inside the playhouse.

"What a girl! Suddenly he comes out and singles out the audience!

That unscrupulous drave accompanied me for a month and made me deal with booze and the result is here!?

Oh, there's nothing loco about being caught in the immediate gold!!

I deliberately shout out loud and scream on the street.

I wish I could give water to the thriving people inside, what a thought.

But three people in robes came to me because of the noise on the street.

"What. What are you complaining about?

When I say that,

"I need to ask you something."

I've said it intimidating.

It's a woman's voice.

"You know about Idea's room?

I answer with a laugh in my nose.

"Didn't you see that?

I was on stage, too.

Are you waiting for Chris?

Always this one, hun!

I turned my heels and tried to return to the cabin, but the women held me back.

"Oh, already! Ugh!

Out of the way!?

The women took the sword out of their robes.

"Only those who approach Idea's room die"

The woman waved up her sword when she said so in an inorganic voice with no emotions on it at all.

Kill me?

And that was the moment I thought.

The tree wall in the playhouse blew up and a shadow popped out of inside.

"You finally called me!!

Don't miss one of them!

Cruz! "

It was Drave and Chris who popped up.

We both have swords in our hands.

"I know."

Chris cuts down a woman in a robe with one blow when he says so.

I fell off my knees and watched as Drave and Chris cut down the women in robes.