Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 28. Sniff Test
I was a bit excited, but upon calming down and thinking it through, I realized-what’s the point of being able to attack from the safety of the storage—my safe zone.
Even if I throw a stone, well… maybe I could attract some attention?
To stab with a spear, I’d need the enemy to be really close, and I’ve never used projectile weapons like a bow before.
Back in high school, a friend of mine was in the archery club, so I’ve seen it before, but those take quite a bit of strength. I liked the shape of the bow string —it was pretty interesting.
Other projectile weapons? Hmm, The only projectiles I can buy for 1,000 yen repeatedly are probably water pistols or silver bullet gun.
It was there a long time ago. Silver ball guns.
Looking at my purchase history, I found a record of buying one for 100 yen. The balls are about 10 yen each.
Nostalgic, I felt like getting one, but after buying some vegetables and seedlings, all I was left with is 381 yen for the day. Wasteful spending isn’t good.
Well, even just being immune to attacks is a cheat, right? Storage-san.
Honestly, I think I made a good choice back then. Thank you, God, for being flexible.
By the way, what’s the name of that god? Should I go to church and look it up to thank them?
But then again, I’m just an innocent victim caught in all this.
Thinking back on it, I don’t think I really need to thank anyone. Yeah.
Since I’ve wrapped up the storage verification, next up is the eagerly awaited sniff test.
I take a special sale carrot that costs 18 yen—each—using my 1,000 yen repeat purchase.
It’s hard to believe it’s 18 yen.
When choosing carrots, it’s best to pick ones with small stubs where the stems were cut. I picked it, so it should be a quality carrot.
There was a sale once for carrots for only 10 yen each, but the white roots were starting to sprout and the tiny yellow leaves were growing from the stem, so I wondered what year the carrots were from? I decided not to buy it. No matter how cheap, I couldn’t accept that. I still remember it clearly.
Holding the sale carrot in my right hand and the one I just took out of storage in my left, I turn my back to Jude-san to hide them, then turn around and approach him.
I hold the carrots on either side of his nose, like a microphone offered at a press conference, and say:
“I need you to please smell this!”
“Huh?”
Today, I seem to be catching Jude-san’s surprised face quite a lot.
“Just guess which carrot was eaten by Luna. By the way, Luna could tell at a glance.”
Huh?
Saying it out loud, I realize—if she can tell just by looking, maybe scent doesn’t matter?
No, Luna’s nose is so sophisticated that she might even be able to distinguish between them from a distance. So this is an important test.
Judo-san, with a distant, somewhat fox-like expression, shakes his head from side to side and wiggles his nose, as if he’s realized something.
No matter how good-looking your face is, flaring your nostrils makes you look a little silly.
By the way, I have a weird skill—I can intentionally widen my nostrils. A friend of mine said they could move their ears by will. I always wonder how they did that.
Speaking of which, Jude-san’s ears move quite a lot too. They seem to move completely free. I’d love to learn how he does it someday.
While I’m lost in these thoughts, Jude-san keeps sniffing away.
“I can’t tell the difference,”
After carefully sniffing it a few times, Jude-san looks up at the sky and says.
Oh no, he can’t tell.
“can’t you tell just by looking or by any sign that one is different?”
“I can’t tell the difference,”
He repeats more firmly than before.
Sorry about that.
It seems that the difference between carrots from other worlds and Japanese carrots isn’t their smell.
One possibility eliminated—this was still a worthwhile experiment.
“By the way, this one was the carrot eaten by Luna,”
I show Jude-san the carrot in my left hand.
Please take it home for Luna.
He looks a bit confused but nods and accepts it.
Seeing him like that, I suddenly remember something.
Ah, I remember when I first met Jude-san.
“Are garlic and herbs okay?”
I asked nervously, thinking cats probably shouldn’t eat onions or garlic, and Jude-san replied confidently:
“In this form, it’s no problem.”
I recall that vividly.
While I was observing Luna, this fleeting thought had crossed my mind. I must catch this thought before it slips away.
“ In this form?”
I asked eagerly, and Jude-san made his third surprised face of the day.
“You said ‘in this form’ before, right?”
In a hurry and unable to explain things well, I just list things that should not be given to cats, such as onions, garlic, avocados, and lilies.
“Can you eat them?”
“No, I don’t eat lilies,”
That’s not what I mean!
“Calm down. I somewhat understand what you’re trying to say. It’s true that when I turn into a beast I basically only eat meat. Vegetables, not so much.”
I see, so he really does transform into a beast form. I want to see that.
I’d love to see it, but let’s put that aside for now.
“Then Luna might be like that too?”
Yeah, I think so.
“If she has a human form, her preferences are the same as ordinary people.”
Well, maybe that’s not the case.
“But somehow, her beast side seems stronger,”
When I said that, Jude-san lowers his gaze.
“Luna, she…”
He hesitated for a moment, but then he looks up and meets my eyes, as if determined to convey what was necessary.
“She can’t transform into a beast…”
Huh? Is that really that important?
From a Japanese person in another world’s perspective, I just think “Oh, so that’s how it is,” but from what I get, maybe it’s a pretty serious problem?
From what I hear, it seems like a sensitive issue of identity for beastmen.
But wouldn’t those abilities be weakened if one were mixed or a hybrid?
That’s what I thought, but it seems the laws of genetics are different here, and races tend to be born quite distinctly.
Since ancestral blood can sometimes be present, it’s possible for a canine-race child to be born to feline-race parents.
I listen, captivated by what he’s saying.
However, there are exceptions, and very rarely, children are born without the typical race traits—somewhat “mixed,” but not quite.
I think of Luna’s cat ears, I remember she had a nice tail too. I remember staring at her, wanting to touch it.
I just wanted to touch her, but I didn’t actually do it—I wouldn’t touch her without her consent. No touching.
No matter how much she looks like a cat, if she can’t transform into a beast, then she’s not truly part of the Feline race.
I feel sorry for Jude-san, who must be suffering seriously, but to be honest, I don’t fully grasp how difficult that must be.
To me, Luna is a very adorable cat-eared girl.
I want her to eat lots of vegetables, and grows up healthy and big.
I don’t really understand everything, and I didn’t solve the mystery of the vegetables, but I’ll just buy vegetables with 1,000 yen repeat or grow some Japanese vegetables to give to Luna.
That’s what I decided.