Romeo and Juliet -4- "Let's Put This Off for Later"
"Let's put this off for a bit later."
"Dau~♥"
At my words, Masa pulled her hands away from her pussy and ass as if she understood, then stood up.
-Drip...
Masa tidied up her disheveled appearance and returned to her prim maid form, but her pussy was still leaking love juices, as if her arousal hadn't fully subsided. I was pretty pissed about getting interrupted mid-sex, but since we were undead with all the time in the world, I decided to check out these guys first and figure out how to deal with them later.
"You lot, fall back too. We'll finish the rest later."
"Au..."
"Ue..."
"Hua~"
Kangjang, Dena, and Mari, who had been clinging to my body and serving me, peeled away reluctantly. As we were getting ready to head out, a thought suddenly struck me.
'Meeting isekai locals in my current getup might be a bad idea.'
For reference, I was still in the school uniform I'd worn from Earth. Undead didn't produce waste and stayed perpetually clean thanks to Clean magic, so laundry wasn't an issue. But showing up like this to isekai folks was problematic. Up until now, monster activity had kept the roads sparse, and whenever we'd passed people, I'd been inside the carriage, so no one had seen me. But that was about to change.
In this isekai, Rakushuin High School uniforms were what Heroes wore. Getting outed as a summoned Hero from Earth could lead to headaches, so I planned to hide it.
'The clothes I brought from Earth are all modern stuff anyway—doesn't fit here.'
But I had a way to make new clothes.
Corpse Refining
I activated the Corpse Sculptor's skill. A few monster corpses from my morgue were consumed. In the game, even trash like cloth armor counted as gear, so I crafted new clothes to cover my body.
-Scrape...
A black outfit made from various monster parts wrapped around me.
A long black overcoat, leather gloves, a stylish hat with a brim, and a distinctive beak-shaped mask with red lenses. The classic plague doctor getup.
'No plague doctors in this world, but it fits a medieval vibe.'
And best of all, it covered me head to toe, hiding my skin completely—no way to spot my Hero identity.
I changed in an instant, and—
-Creak.
As if reading my intent, the ghost carriage door swung open automatically.
-Swish.
-Thud.
As I stepped out, the carriage interior warped—from the space housing my Living Death servants to something the size of a normal carriage interior, matching the outside. The ghost carriage's mimicry ability.
Mari and Masa might fly under the radar, but Kangjang and Dena's originals were famous figures, so even with Mari's illusion magic, I wasn't taking chances.
-Step, step.
I walked toward the front of the carriage.
"Heehee."
-Swish, swish.
"Mmph!!"
"Mmph mmph!!"
"Mmmph!!!
The coachman fiddling with her whip, ready to lash out anytime, and the horses growling threateningly ahead. To me, they looked like beautiful women in slutty outfits acting coquettish. But to outsiders, they'd appear as a burly middle-aged coachman and muscled stallions—real threats.
-Smack!!
"Mmph!!♥"
To calm the coachman and horses, I smacked the ass of one of the rear horses—the green-haired one—as a signal. My handprint joined the whip marks on her flawless, plump, juicy rear. What a delectable ass.
With the horses and coachman settled, I turned my attention to the culprits who'd halted our journey.
"Hmm..."
Three men on horseback came into view. One knight in what looked like fine armor covering his whole body, sword at his hip. A tall, slender elf-like man with long ears, hood pulled low, bow and quiver on his back. And a squat, muscular, bushy-bearded dwarf. The most stereotypical lineup imaginable.
-Clop, clop.
Then the lead armored knight approached me.
"Good sir, are you the owner of this carriage, as the coachman described?"
"Yeah, that's me."
His tone was polite enough, but fresh off nearly turning my maid's virgin pussy into a sloppy, degenerate fuckhole only to get cockblocked, I replied with my old life's cocky rudeness.
"I see..."
-Swish.
He removed his helmet at the same time.
'Oh?'
The face revealed was familiar. I'd never seen it in person, but I remembered it indirectly—from when I'd fished Juliet's corpse (Masa's material) out of the river and used Memento Mori out of curiosity about why it was there. Those blue eyes like Juliet's, but brown hair instead of black. A stern yet warmly handsome, neat, unrumpled face.
"First, allow me to apologize. Judging by your speed, you were clearly in a hurry to your destination... I'm truly sorry for blocking your path."
-Bow.
Despite my rudeness, he bowed to me. Utterly courteous and proper.
"Though my skills are humble and unpolished, I am Tibalt Capulet, heir to the Capulet Barony governing these lands."
His self-deprecating humility was straight out of some chivalric romance novel.
And the Capulet name—this guy was Juliet's brother.
"As for me, Diogenes Cynicus. Dog."
He'd introduced himself and apologized for the rudeness, so I gave my name and softened my tone a bit.
"????"
Tibalt tilted his head, not quite getting it, so—
"Kidding. As I said, Diogenes Cynicus, wandering mage and scavenger."
Scavengers were like Earth's mercenaries—unlike guild-bound adventurers with rules and restrictions, they handled jobs adventurers wouldn't for the right price.
"I... I see..."
He eyed me up and down, his face screaming 'You? A mage!?'
'Yeah, my build's a bit much for a mage.'
Even now, old life habits made physical movement feel more natural than magic.
"So? Why'd you stop us?"
"I... I see. Once more, apologies for halting you, but I must ask something, swallowing my shame."
Tibalt answered promptly, then—
-Swish.
—reached into his saddlebag.
I could guess what he wanted.
-Swish.
"By chance, have you seen this girl on the road?"
He held out a finely drawn portrait—a magical painting used in place of photos here. It depicted Masa's current look, or rather Juliet's, in a proper noble blue dress, not slutty maid garb.
"And she would have worn a ring bearing our family crest like this."
Tibalt showed me a ring on a necklace around his neck. Gold and gem-inlaid, stamped with a hawk emblem—the Capulet ring from Juliet's memories.
'What to do...'
Seeing the ring, I pondered briefly. Juliet's death was undeniable fact. Lie and say I hadn't seen it? Mix truth and lies?
As I mulled—
"..."
—Tibalt's eyes, filled with desperate longing for his sister, caught mine.
'Fine... I get the pain of losing family or friends.'
I'd grown numb from mercenary life, but I'd mix truth with lies.
"Come to think of it..."
-Swish.
Pretending to rummage my coat pocket, I opened my inventory and pulled out the exact same ring I'd looted from Juliet's corpse before making Masa—just in case.
"Ran into an orc pack on the road earlier, took 'em out... She had one of these."
I showed it to Tibalt.
"!!!"
Tibalt flinched, reaching for the ring—
-Stop!!
—then halted himself.
"S-sorry. Might I examine the ring?"
"Sure."
What an upright guy. Even desperate, he kept his manners. Total opposite of my old thug self.
-Grab.
He took the ring from my hand and inspected it closely.
-Clench...
"Urgh.... Juliet..."
He gripped it tightly like a treasure, calling his sister's name as tears flowed. His stern eyes brimmed with shattering sorrow, radiating helplessness, grief, despair, and pathos.
"Orcs... You said orcs...?"
"Yeah."
"Wait!"
As I confirmed, one of Tibalt's companions interrupted.
-Clop, clop.
The handsome long-eared man on horseback rode forward.
"My friend, I know you're grieving, but these matters require clarity."
"Elarión, what are you—"
"Heh, our pointy-eared pal's got his suspicion bug again."
The dwarf behind snickered. The elf ignored him and approached me.
"Apologies, but my friend is too trusting. Someone has to suspect for him."
"Elarión, it's not that bad..."
"Quiet, naive friend."
He narrowed his eyes, staring intently, as if missing nothing. The implication was clear.
"You're suspecting me. Regrettable, but I didn't kill that girl."
He didn't drop his suspicion. Understandable—I'd suspect too. Tibalt blindly trusting me was the odd one.
"I've seen many humans over long years. Brave and excellent, yet capable of unimaginable evils."
'Wise one.'
Fitting for an elf—centuries of life bred insight.
"So, nameless mage, might I see inside your carriage?"
"Be my guest."
I accepted the elf's request calmly. At the same time—'Mari, amp up the carriage illusion.'
-Hua~
In case isekai senses pierced the mimicry or illusion, I mentally ordered Mari. 'You amp yours too.'
-Heehee.
I snapped to the coachman, one with the carriage.
-Snap.
The horses veered aside, the carriage following, door facing us.
-Snap.
-Creak.
The door opened automatically. Fine for a self-proclaimed mage.
The interior visible through the open door matched the mimicked normal size—a typical upscale carriage.
"רוח רוח"
Strange words—not even I could parse them despite translation—
-Whoosh.
—and wind stirred. My wicked wisdom identified it instantly.
'Spirit.'
A wind spirit from this world. Not very strong.
"בעד ניווט"
More words—
-Whoosh!
—wind swept over and into the carriage.
"..."
The elf's narrowed eyes relaxed.
"You're innocent. Forgive my rudeness, nameless mage."
"Apology accepted."
The elf withdrew. Good—no piercing the illusion.
"Seems orcs did it for real, my friend. The wind child caught their foul, filthy blood stench near the carriage."
"Grrgh...!!"
Tibalt's grief turned to rage; he clenched the ring, grinding his teeth, eyes blazing vengeance.
"Hmm, before coming here, we heard from locals about a small orc village nearby..."
"Right now...!! I'll kill the bastards!!"
The dwarf replied instantly.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Tibalt breathed deep to calm, then turned to me.
"You said... scavenger?"
"That's right."
"If it wouldn't offend, might we hire you to wipe out the orc village? We'll pay well—lend us your magic."
No need to think. Even without pay, I couldn't leave monsters alive. Now that I knew they were there, they'd die by my hand regardless. Pay plus a debt from nobility? Jackpot.
"Deal. I accept."
"Thank you..."
He bowed again. Courteous to the end.
-Shing!!
Tibalt raised his sword skyward, declaring heroically.
"I swear on this blade to avenge my fallen sister!!"
The elf and dwarf drew bow and axe in response.
"My bow joins you, friend."
"My axe too!!"
Like Heroes off to slay the Demon King—though they looked weak.
'Do I have to too?'
I joined in, raising my staff high.
"My staff stands with you."
'And your sister too...!!!'
-Dau?
