Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 183: A Visitor
After finishing our adventure with Ren and the others, I went back to my peaceful farming life.
Nothing major had happened lately, though Lua and her team had started occasionally hunting Noir Crabs.
“Noir Crab” was the name Yui came up with for the crab monster we hunted last time.
These days, they focus on those crabs and sometimes bring back other sea monsters—but the Noir Crab is still the only real “hit.”
I figure there must be all kinds of monsters farther out at sea, but free diving that far is too risky.
Someday, I’d like to build a magic-powered boat or buy a strong aquatic monster to help with hunting. That’s my current dream.
While I was thinking about that and tending the fields, I noticed something flying toward me at high speed.
That big black shape in the sky—no doubt about it, that’s Yato.
“Sato! Long time no see, it is!”
“Yato-san, it’s been a while. …Hmm? Who’s that behind you?”
I expected to see Ashros with her, but the person following Yato wasn’t her.
She had dark skin and silver hair—her features so strikingly well-formed that they looked almost sculpted, with sharp, vivid eyes.
And most noticeable of all… her chest looked ready to burst through her clothes.
Standing next to small, childlike Yato, she exuded an overwhelming sense of mature allure.
I forced myself not to stare at her chest and focused on the conversation.
“This is Isabella, a Dark Elf! She came to visit from the Elven Kingdom, so I brought her along!”
“Greetings, I’m Isabella. I heard from Yato-sama that there was a very charming man here… but, well, you look rather plain to me.”
Ugh.
I got insulted before I could even introduce myself.
She was about 180 centimeters tall—taller than me—and the way she looked down at me with those disdainful eyes was… humiliating.
Or rather… disturbingly pleasant. Which only made it worse.
“Hey! Isabella! Don’t say rude things to Sato! He’s actually amazing, you know!”
“It was just a little joke. Don’t get so worked up. Since he’s your favorite, Yato-sama, I’ll treat him with proper respect. Nice to meet you.”
“I–I’m Sato. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
We shook hands. Her skin was soft but her palm was rough—clearly the hand of someone who’d wielded a sword for years.
That instantly told me she was a skilled warrior, and it helped me regain my composure.
Just who exactly was Isabella?
“Next time you say something rude to Sato, I won’t forgive you!”
“It’s fine, really. I don’t mind. I’m not anyone important anyway.”
“You’ve got a surprisingly big heart for such a plain face. In that case, I’ll just be myself.”
“No! If my reputation drops because of you, I’ll tell Rose every bad thing you’ve said about her, right to her face!”
“If you do that—even as Yato-sama—I won’t forgive you.”
“Oh? And what would you do if you didn’t forgive me? Will the elves and dragons go to war?”
“Please stop! Both of you, calm down!”
I quickly stepped between them before things could get out of hand.
If the dragons and dark elves started fighting just because someone insulted me, that would be absurd.
Honestly, after being treated like garbage during my corporate days, Isabella’s attitude barely registered.
If anything, being looked down on by such a beautiful, seductive dark elf felt like… well, a guilty pleasure.
(Not that I could ever say that out loud.)
I asked Sheila for help calming Yato down while I stayed with Isabella to talk.
“Feeling calmer now, Isabella-san?”
“I’ve been calm all along. I just wanted to tease Yato-sama a little. I didn’t expect her to get that fired up.”
She didn’t look calm at the time, though—especially when Yato threatened to talk about that Rose person.
“Well, as long as you’re fine. Let’s just wait for Yato to settle down. In the meantime… may I ask a bit about you?”
“Of course. As long as it’s not anything sexual.”
“I wouldn’t ask that! I just meant proper questions.”
“Hehe, I’m teasing. You seemed like a dull, ordinary man, but you’re surprisingly cute when you fluster like that.”
She was definitely toying with me.
She was elegant and alluring, but I was pretty sure I was older than her.
Still, I couldn’t help getting nervous around her—feeling a little ashamed of myself as I prepared to hear her story.