51 – Special – Isabelle Martinez

A week has passed since the incident in the ‘Fairy Forest’.

The agent’s contract and the chase of a certain crazy woman. And even the Distortion of the Forest, which was presumed to have been cast by the dryad in a hurry.

To put it all to shame, after coming out of the forest, the past week has been very peaceful.

“A strong, strong morning!”

“Oh, Isabelle awake?”

I woke up early in the morning and stared blankly ahead.

I was sitting on a log and staring blankly in front of me. One day I woke up and Isabelle spoke to me with a smile on her face.

She sat down next to me without saying a word and threw the firewood.

I asked Isabelle a question.

“Come to think of it, what did Isabelle do on Earth?”

“Well… do you mean? on Earth.”

Come to think of it, until now, I didn’t know anything about Isabelle except that she was forcibly summoned by a goddess just like us from the same Earth.

I thought it would not be a bad thing to know in order to go on adventures together in the future.

Isabel fell silent for a moment at my question.

She seemed to be contemplating where to start explaining, but soon opened her mouth and started introducing herself.

…

Isabelle Martinez.

She was a human being worthy of being free.

He lived only in pursuit of interest and fun, and he was a person who hated being oppressed.

Her family was quite, perhaps very wealthy.

I don’t know the exact number because Isabel herself wasn’t interested in that part.

However, in the fact that there is a fairly large house in one of the wealthiest villages in the United States, Isabelle also knew that her house had considerable economic power.

Her grandfather was a successful wealthy farmer.

To be honest, Isabel’s grandfather’s farming was a business that had already transcended the realm of agriculture.

It was honestly difficult to say for her ignorance in that respect, but it is said that her grandfather’s company probably manages large-scale farmland not only in her country but also around the world.

Also, you said that you invest in various businesses with the income you earn from farming, such as the development of sustainable technologies. Anyway, I was developing something complicated.

Both of her parents were preoccupied with their work, so from a young age she had to find a way to overcome the swarming boredom by herself.

Her parents, who return every other day or every other week due to frequent business trips, wanted her to improve her studies and build up specs.

With such ability, she wanted to inherit her grandfather’s company in the future. However, due to Isabelle’s personality, it was just a nuisance to talk about the future or inheritance.

That’s why she let all her parents’ words go in one ear, and from a young age, she only focused on what she found interesting.

For example, painting, reading, sports, music, etc., if interested, I tried everything at random. However, one thing always caught her ankle.

It was her personality.

Isabelle, she had a personality that easily got tired of anything.

As soon as it was time for a few weeks at the shortest and a year at the longest, the roaring interest, as always, cooled down.

My parents looked at Isabel pathetically and disapprovingly. But with my grandfather, it was different. I always supported her, and there was no law to criticize her no matter what she did.

“My dear, you will always live your life doing what you want to do. Don’t worry about the rest and leave it to this grandfather. Isabel, as long as you are happy, I have nothing to ask for.”

I don’t know if it’s because she’s the only real granddaughter in the world, but my grandfather always loved and cherished Isabelle more than anything else.

While searching for the next target in the midst of that, what she discovered was none other than the Internet. The Internet has been interested in several times before.

At that time, all I had to do was read articles on portal sites and play online games a few times at a roughly young age. Of course, you are already tired of it.

But this time something was different.

What she found was a large community site.

A tsunami of information on a different level than portals hit her.

Isabelle felt as though she had been hit hard in the head.

The vast community of posts that have not been censored at all, such as profane language. To her, who easily gets bored with anything, it was like an inexhaustible fountain.

“That’s f*cking lit…”

She looked at the posts one by one as if possessed by something.

From then on, going around all the bulletin boards in the community and looking through people’s posts became her biggest hobby and daily life.

Not stopping there, she started social media and occasionally wrote articles.

[Today was so much fun!] ( ♥+1,100 )

(Picture of doing a V in front of the Capitol, which has become a mess)

[#TODAY #MAGA #FUN^^!]

It was a time when I was living a worthwhile life, finding fun every day.

Misfortune came suddenly.

As she scrolled down, Isabelle’s gaze was fixed on one post.

[ Make Isekai Great Again! ]

As soon as she clicked on the post out of curiosity, a 1:1 chat window popped up on her computer screen.

[Goddess] : Congratulations, You passed! 😉

A user with the nickname ‘goddess’ suddenly started chatting.

Isabel, who was tilting her head for something, accidentally looked down at her feet and froze.

“What the hell…”

And, a blue magic circle spewing out from under my feet.

In just a moment, Isabelle disappeared from the room.

***

The damn goddess muttered something to herself.

And Isabel’s opinion was sent straight to this world without asking even once.

“it’s okay! This is it! Another world.”

Certainly, I thought Isabelle wasn’t bad.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, this was a world different from the world he lived in.

I thought it would be full of interesting things that would surely make my heart pound and satisfy myself.

But the problem here is ‘I thought.’ Instead of ‘I was thinking’ in the past tense. It was there.

My experience in this world that I faced in person was the worst.

Perhaps she has never experienced such a terrible life in her life…

Life in this world was a series of oppression and coercion that she hated so much.

“It’s time for the saintess to cough.”

“It’s time for the saintess’ morning prayer.”

“Saintess, today is the day of suffering, fasting.”

“The saintess’ people yearn for salvation… ”

“Thank you to the Holy Lady and the Goddess… ”

“Saint Sacrament of Confession… ”

“Saint… ”

“Saint… ”

At that moment, something snapped in Isabelle’s mind.

“You go f*ck yourself! damn world! Who is the saint? Hear words of immature sex! I don’t give a f*ck! do it. By-self.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Isabelle decided to run away. It seemed that if I stayed there, I would indeed wage a carnage.

It was a country that had nothing to do with her anyway.

He had already been working without pay for several months, so he robbed the church donation box and ran away as a fair price.

After that, I boarded a ship with no destination.

The place where the ship arrived with the sound of a whistle was a port city.

There she could rest comfortably for the first time.

Now I thought it was liberation from that damn prayer or worship.

But it was a huge misunderstanding.

The tracking party that was chasing Isabelle ended up finding her resting in peace. The peace was broken in an instant. If they were caught like this, it would be really the end.

At that desperate time, I met them.

Perhaps by great luck, they were the same people summoned by the goddess from Earth.

I was so happy.

All three were Asians. but that’s somewhere I was just grateful that they were people who lived on the same earth.

They were each very individual.

“Yankee! wwww that gives me a buff right away”

The Japanese word for Kyoko is, in a word, very cute.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s short, but it’s cute how he gets angry when you stroke his hair a few times.

He said something while getting angry, was it Youngmi, a devil… Anyway, watching her jumping up and down with her short stature, Isabelle only laughed.

It was cute how Kyoko always turned into a honeyed mute when she fought back as a little boy.

“… ”

Lin, who is Chinese, stared at Isabelle every day.

For some reason, she couldn’t understand at all that she was looking at her with resentful eyes.

Isabelle simply asked what had happened in 1989.

Each time, he repeated that nothing had happened, and since Isabelle didn’t give her a satisfactory answer, all she had to do was ask dozens of times a day.

I thought I didn’t do anything to make Rin hate me, but she still looked disapproving of Isabelle.

Isabelle still liked Lynn.

Because every time I asked a question, her reaction was very interesting. One of Isabelle’s daily routine after joining the party was to watch Rin shudder in surprise every time.

Lastly, the Korean who introduced himself as Joo Hyuk…

…

Tsutsutsut!

Isabelle, who was recalling her memories, suddenly woke up to an unpleasant sensation near her calf. Then, as if he was the flagship, he shouted in amazement.

“Aww…! Monster… ”

Push-!

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Joo Hyuk quickly pulled the sword out of the scabbard. Then, in an instant, he pierced the head of the beast that was quietly crawling under Isabelle’s feet.

After that, Ju-hyuk retrieved the sword expressionlessly and brushed off the blood.

“What do you see, American gays? Oh, did you just get hurt? If you have any pain, don’t hide it, tell me, gay… ”

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Joo Hyuk tilted his head.

He was making an expression as if he was wondering what was going on with Isabelle, who had a bewildered expression.

Isabelle murmured with a moved expression.

“As expected, Joo Hyuk is. Badass…!”

She thought.

As expected, since I accompany these people, every day is fun.

I was just by your side, but I enjoyed every day like this.

What else will happen tomorrow, Isabelle’s heart has always jumped with anticipation ever since meeting them after coming to this world.

“I’m looking forward to it. Everyday…!”