I was transported from Lobotomy Corporation to another world.

[Perspective: Reid/Noelle]

The two people and the dog walked towards the town ahead, but after entering through the city walls, they found themselves outside the town.

Instead, it's a road leading to town; if you don't want to waste time walking or get tired, you can take a horse-drawn carriage from the side.

The condition was that money was required, so Reed chose to get on the carriage.

Noelle carried Bodie into the car, and then Reed took out the money he had just picked up from the guard's corpse from his pocket.

"Alright! Both of you, buckle up! We'll take you to the town entrance now."

The coachman raised the rope in his hand and began to pull the cart forward, with other coachmen along the way.

The grooms looked as if they'd eaten shit when they saw other drivers picking up passengers.

The horseman was overjoyed, firstly because he had gotten a fare, and secondly because the passenger paid the fare very casually without haggling.

Noelle leaned against the side inside the carriage, then crossed her legs.

Noelle, whose eyes had been somewhat clear, suddenly realized her posture and quickly put her legs down.

Reed: "What are you doing?"

Noelle: "Did Reid see how I was sitting just now...?"

Reed crossed his legs, just like I am now. What's wrong?

Noelle: "That's so embarrassing! Reed, forget about it!"

Reid thought, "I really don't understand. Is this some kind of aristocratic theory of manners you're talking about? It's so troublesome."

"Seriously, I was a little surprised that you crossed your legs just now."

Noelle: "Okay, let's not talk about this! Reid, the wound in my chest seems to have reopened, and it hurts more than before..."

Reed sighed unhappily, having originally planned to take a nap first…

He turned slightly to face Noelle, reached out and grasped the hem of Noelle's dress, then lifted it up.

Noelle: "Could you not do it so suddenly? It's so cold... don't look at the rest of my body, okay?"

A cloth was covering the front of the carriage; if you lifted the cloth, you could see the coachman controlling the horses.

The main reason for covering the passengers with a cloth was to provide them with some privacy, so that the driver couldn't see what the passengers in the back were doing.

Furthermore, as long as the passengers don't talk loudly, the noise of the road pulling the carriage forward can easily drown out their conversation.

Noelle: "Reed, your finger is a little sensitive here... How's the wound?"

Reed's wound did reopen a little, but it's not bleeding, so it's not a big problem. The bandage needs to be changed.

Noelle: "Do I have to tie myself up all over again? And speaking of which, Reed had already lifted my clothes before I passed out."

Reed: "Yes, so don't move. And you, you lousy dog ​​on the ground, if you dare bark even once and disturb me, I'll turn you into jerky."

Bodi nodded (Void Detection, how did this get dragged into me?!).

Noelle lifted her dress, and Reid took care of bandaging and other treatments.

Seeing Reed focused on his treatment, Noelle asked, "So Reed is quite skilled at healing?"

Reed: "Of course I will. Would I be surprised?"

Noel was genuinely surprised, given that Reed had previously seemed unconcerned about the severity of his injuries.

"Anyone who knows how to bandage and treat wounds knows their own body is in terrible shape, so why was Red like that back then..."

Reed: "Because I don't need it, and it doesn't hurt much anyway, it'll be fine in a bit."

Noelle: "But if we do this all the time, my body won't be able to take it."

"And have the cracks on Reed's body healed?"

Reed lifted his arm, revealing shocking cracks across its scarred surface.

These cracks appeared on my body inexplicably, without any pain, and apart from the increase in the number of cracks, nothing else happened to my body.

Reed waved his hand. "It's nothing to worry about."

Noelle: "But...!"

Reed interrupted, "Shut up! I don't want to hear your pointless worries."

Reid only managed to successfully replace Noelle's bandage after he tore off a section of it.

Noelle glared angrily at Reid, put down her clothes, and stopped talking to him.

Noelle has a temper too; she was clearly very worried about Reed, but he not only didn't thank her, he also refused to accept her gratitude.

Noelle knew that Reed strongly resisted praise like "worried" or "kind."

But we can't let Red keep resisting forever! But it seems we've failed again; Red doesn't want to listen…

Noelle didn't want to argue with Reed, and if Reed didn't want to listen, then she wouldn't say anything.

Reid then used the bandage he had taken from Noelle's chest to wipe the pickaxe.

The pickaxe was stained with blood; since I had nothing else to do, I might as well clean it.

"Reed, don't move~ I'm going to sleep." Reed heard Noelle's soft voice, and then saw Noelle's head resting on his knees.

Then she rested her head on Reid's lap. Reid, who was wiping away blood, looked at Noelle, who was using his lap as a pillow, and said, "Go to sleep."

Noelle shifted her gaze, opening her eyes to look at Reed's face. Her bandaged right hand touched the other eyepatch. "Reed, do I look cool like this...?"

Noel's voice sounded soft and sleepy, as if she was tired. "One-Eye, it was quite itchy here before, but it's not itchy now."

Reed: "What's so cool about that? Do I look cool?"

Reed had only said it casually, but Noelle took it seriously and started looking at the screen. "Reed's cool, even though his clothes are a mess."

"But that's what makes a seasoned, battle-hardened mercenary adventurer look like, waiting until it's all over..."

"I promise to give you a lot of money so that you'll never suffer again in your life..."

"I hope it won't end badly," Noelle mumbled sleepily before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Reed looked at Noelle, who was curled up in the seat using her lap as a pillow, but in the end, he didn't lift Noelle to the side.

Reed looked at the blood-stained pickaxe in his hand and the dirty, blood-stained bandages.

Bad ending, good ending? Red doesn't care...

Red wiped the last trace of blood from the pickaxe with bandages, but given a choice, Red wanted the better ending.

So I had to hang the pickaxe back on my chest, lean against the wall, close my eyes, and take a nap.

Time passed...

The coachman used the rope to stop the horse, and the carriage arrived at its destination.

What you see before you is a small town in the public area, with all sorts of shops, liquor stores, restaurants, blacksmith shops, and more.

But there were no witches among them; the residents completely ignored the witches who had recently fought against monsters outside the city walls.

They were even unaware that their country had recently been invaded by monsters, and that the people were making a ruckus in the streets.

The coachman turned around but didn't lift the curtain. Instead, he politely knocked on the side and announced, "Passengers! Passengers! We've arrived at our destination!"

Reid was the first to be awakened by the knocking and the coachman's voice; Noelle rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them.

Reed responded, and the coachman stopped knocking.

Reid tidied his belongings, while Noelle, sitting beside him, straightened her long hair.

Once everything was ready, Reed and Noelle lifted the curtain and went outside.