Chapter 3 The Classic Isekai Teleportation！？.txt
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…Guess this is where I’m supposed to say, ‘A ceiling I don’t recognize’… huh.”
Kanata let the “classic” line tumble out of his mouth, then sighed. He *wanted* to do it properly—every protagonist had to, right?—but it didn’t quite work when there was no ceiling.
Well… technically, there was one.
”Hmm. This really looks like… a cave.”
He muttered to himself while glancing around. Jagged stone walls rose on all sides, rough and uneven, like old teeth. The air was dim but not dark; there was some kind of light somewhere, enough to let him make out the shapes around him. He was standing in a small open space maybe five meters across, and the ground was carpeted with soft moss and stumpy grass, like some green rug nature had rolled out just for him.
”This is… moss,” he said, crouching down. He plucked a bit between his fingers, held it up to his face, and watched it glow faintly. A proper protagonist would probably say something smart here—”This must be *such-and-such* moss, which means…!”—but Kanata didn’t know the first thing about moss. Even so, he could tell this wasn’t anything he’d seen before. He’d never seen moss that *glowed*. So this was probably the light source.
”…Which means, this isn’t Japan… or—wait, maybe it’s too early to assume that.”
He fell quiet, thinking. Thinking was something he was actually pretty good at. He’d liked it for as long as he could remember, just spinning thoughts and what-ifs in his head. It was his favorite way to kill time, second only to reading.
”Alright. Step one: check my current situation.”
He looked down at himself. Still wearing his school’s blazer uniform, exactly what he’d put on this morning. That meant at least everything up through talking with Asagiri this morning had been real. Which raised the obvious question—was *this* the dream? A lucid dream maybe?
Lucid dreams were when you knew you were dreaming while dreaming. He’d had them before. They were always floaty and random, like they didn’t quite follow logic, and that was how he knew they weren’t real. But this…
”…doesn’t feel like that at all.”
Everything was too sharp. Too heavy. Every tiny sensation hit like reality. That was what made it so unnerving.
”Okay. First, I need to do *something*.”
He decided right then. Dream or not didn’t matter—what mattered was acting as if it was real. If it was real, that would save him. If it was just a dream, well, then it didn’t matter what he did anyway, right? So he might as well pick the option that helped if this turned out to be real.
”Alright, so… where do I start?”
He began checking his pockets. Usual stuff: the little multipurpose folding knife he always kept tucked in his pants pocket. Blade length 5.95 centimeters, short enough not to break any laws. The back edge was serrated, enough to saw small branches. The handle hid a flathead screwdriver and a tiny magnifier, and the butt end was capped in steel so it could double as a hammer. Basically, a five-in-one knife—blade, saw, hammer, screwdriver, magnifier.
He’d always carried it around thinking, *”You never know, might be handy someday,”* but even he hadn’t really thought *someday* would actually show up.
Also in his pockets: a folded handkerchief, his student ID booklet and pen tucked in his jacket, his phone, and a collapsible eco-bag. That was everything.
”Phone’s… no signal. Yeah, figured.”
He powered it down and stuffed it back away. Then, with a small, weird grin, “…Huh. There *is* magnetism.”
Before putting away the student booklet, he checked the tiny compass set into the back cover. Why was there a compass in it? No one knew. It was one of the Seven Mysteries of Zuiryuu Academy, rumored to maybe have something to do with the orientation game held right after the entrance ceremony—or maybe not. Either way, knowing north didn’t help right now.
”Man, if only I had my bag.”
His bag had barely any textbooks in it, but *lots* of survival gear—like a bottle with a built-in water filter, a climbing rope, fire starters. All stuff he’d collected just in case. If he ever, say, got dumped into some unknown wilderness. It was his thing.
He knew it was silly. He knew it would never actually happen. But it was fun to imagine, and collecting the gear for it was a hobby almost as expensive as reading.
”Oh—wait. There it is.”
He spotted it lying a few meters away. Inside: all the usual gear, plus the bottled water and calorie bars he’d bought this morning. Enough to last him three days, probably.
”Alright. Guess it’s time to move.”
He muttered it to no one in particular, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
”First priority: find water. If it even exists down here.”
People could go without food, but not water. He gripped his multipurpose knife and started walking south. There wasn’t a reason for picking south. The tunnel stretched both ways and he’d just happened to be facing that way.
Still… maybe fate had something to do with it.
He’d only gone a little while before he heard it—a scream. A girl’s scream. Up ahead.
* * *
”Stop—no, nooo… please don’t… nooo!!”
The goblin’s mouth curled into a wet grin as it loomed over the girl. She had stumbled into its cave while running for her life, and it had been wandering half-starved when it found her. Lucky. That was all it thought. It didn’t wonder why a girl was here, didn’t consider a trap. It didn’t *think*.
Just hunger. And lust.
It tore at her clothes with stubby claws, and every rip made her face twist tighter with shame and despair. That look alone made heat pulse through its small, vile body.
Soon, her clothes were all gone, and she crouched naked on the cold stone, arms crossed over herself, trembling.
The goblin almost looked sad for a second. Then it grabbed her arm and lunged.
”NOOOOOO!!”
Her scream cracked like glass. The goblin grinned wider—then froze.
Something hit its back. Hot.
*WHAM!*
Its head whipped sideways from the blow.
*WHAM!* again. And that was as far as its thoughts went.
* * *
*WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!*
”Hah… hah… hah… you—!”
Kanata swung a thick branch down again and again, not even thinking, just striking until something tugged lightly at his sleeve.
”Um… you can stop now.”
”What? I can’t, not until this thing—”
”Ah, yeah… but, um… it’s already dead.”
”Eh?”
He stopped and looked down. The goblin’s head was pulp, its body sprawled motionless on the stone.
”Ah… ahh.”
It should’ve been enough to make him throw up. But he felt… fine. He didn’t even notice how wrong that was.
Then he realized the girl was talking and spun toward her—and froze. She was completely naked. And small. Like, elementary school small, with only the faintest curve to her chest.
”A-ah—uh—”
Before he could get a word out, she threw herself against him, clinging tight. Her bare skin was cold. She tilted her face up, wide-eyed, tears clinging to her lashes.
Kanata’s brain short-circuited.
Those crimson eyes were pulling him in, like they were spinning him down a dark, soft spiral, and Kanata’s head started to swim. The girl’s face leaned closer, closer, until—
…ah. Was this… a kiss?
That was the last lazy thought that floated through his foggy mind before her lips reached him.
*chomp.* …*chu…*
…Wait. Was she… drinking his blood?
Her small mouth pressed to his neck, sharp little teeth sinking in, and warm wetness ran down his skin—and that was the last thing Kanata remembered.
* * *
…Ah. I messed up.
Elriese stared down at the limp human boy crumpled in her arms, realizing what she’d just done.
”U-um… what do I do now…”
She fluttered around him, panic flaring. Luckily, he didn’t seem fatally harmed—he just needed rest, and he’d probably wake up soon. Still, she couldn’t just leave him here. He had saved her life, and abandoning him after draining him until he fainted would be… a bit much, even for her.
Besides, she wasn’t fully healed yet. If she played it right, she could use this kind, soft-hearted human to recover properly. That was the little selfish thought curling in the back of her mind.
Now that she’d taken in enough mana from his blood, carrying him was easy. Elriese decided quickly, slipped her arms beneath him, and unfurled her wings. The cave ceiling was low, so she couldn’t fly—but gliding kept her from dragging him across the ground.
A short way deeper in, she found what looked like a shallow hollow. Trusting her instinct, she placed her palm against the wall and let mana flow. Somehow, she *knew* that was what she had to do.
The wall cracked open. Elriese stepped through, still carrying Kanata.
She didn’t know it, but this was the Dungeon’s main room, called the Control Room. She only frowned faintly at the strange presence of a bed, then gently set Kanata down on it.
”Fuu… still not at full strength. That took more out of me than I thought…”
Just carrying him had drained most of the mana she’d gotten back. She couldn’t risk biting him again while he was unconscious… but when she looked at him, the hunger clawed at her.
She had been on the edge of fading out completely. Even with the blood she’d taken, in her current state she probably couldn’t beat even a horned rabbit. If she wanted to protect her savior, she needed to recover.
She told herself that. Built logic around it like armor. Even as her hands slid across Kanata’s body.
”…Just a little more… okay?”
Her fingers traced over his skin as she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.
”Mm…”
Even half-lost to sleep, his body reacted to her touch. Knowing that only made her bolder. Her movements grew stronger, her lips hotter, her hands wandering down—and when a certain part of him stirred awake, she broke the kiss with a tiny sigh.
”Sorry… just a bit more…”
She lowered her head, touching him with hesitant, curious fingers.
Elriese’s father was a True Ancestor vampire, and her mother an ancient Elder Succubus. She was a hybrid—a vampire succubus—and along with blood, she could take in *essence* as well. She had never done it before, but the succubus instinct whispered how. Her mother’s lessons, her blood, her hunger… they guided her hands now.
”…Forgive me,” she murmured, and bared him fully.
”Chupa… chu… chupa…”
She wrapped her lips around him, and he swelled against her tongue.
”Aha… big…”
Slowly, she took him deeper.
Her head bobbed, lips sliding back and forth, stroking while sucking. Before long he trembled, shuddering tight—and spilled white heat into her mouth.
Elriese swallowed it down, every drop.
”…Can’t… stop…”
Her face was flushed, eyes glazed in bliss, her body shivering as the old hunger surged hotter.
”More… give me more…”
She straddled him, lined herself up, and slowly sank down on him.
* * *
He was dreaming.
He didn’t know what of, only that it was warm and soft and safe.
…Wait, don’t go.
Half-asleep, Kanata caught the warm thing as it tried to slip away and pulled it close. Wrapped in it, he let go of everything, release spilling through him, and a wave of bliss carried him away. He didn’t want it to end. He tightened his arms around it—
.
.
.
…nngh… where… am I…?
The warm thing slipped from his grasp, dragging his mind back up. Kanata’s eyes opened—and found a beautiful girl’s face hovering in front of him.
Her long silver hair fell in soft waves, swaying with every tiny motion. She had a young, almost childlike face, but her crimson eyes held something older—a quiet nobility, a strong will—and the mismatch made her look dangerously enchanting.
”…Cute.”
”Eh?”
”Ah—uh, no, I—”
He blinked hard. He must’ve still been half-asleep. His brain hadn’t caught up to his mouth, and his thoughts had leaked out. He scrambled to cover it—then froze.
He was still in the same cave. Nothing had changed… except her.
Probably the same girl he’d saved from the goblin. But… tiny. Like, twenty centimeters tall. More like a fairy out of fantasy books than a person.
He stared into her red eyes, dazed, and she flushed, pressing her fingers to her lips.
”U-um… could you not stare so much… Master.”
”…Master?”
Kanata pushed himself upright, facing her. Her hair spilled down past her waist, draping over her chest—C-cup maybe, he guessed in stunned reflex—and hiding the tips. She looked his age now, and there was definitely something of that earlier girl in her face.
”Uh… so, you’re that… but she was… and you’re… Master?”
His brain jammed on too many questions at once. Instead, he dug a handkerchief out of his pocket and held it out.
”H-here. Sorry it’s not much but…”
”Ah… th-thank you…”
She wrapped it around herself like a towel. It covered her down to the hips, but honestly, it looked *way* more scandalous than being naked.
”…Please don’t look. It’s embarrassing…”
She peeked up at him, hands pressed to her lips, cheeks red. And, yeah—if she’d been full-sized, Kanata probably would’ve just lost to instinct and pushed her down.
”A-ah, um… so, who are you… and where even is this…”
Kanata stammered helplessly, and the tiny girl just giggled softly.
”Fufu. Calm down, Master. I’ll explain, one thing at a time.”
She giggled again, took his hand, and nestled close. Then she began to talk.
.
.
.
Her name was Elriese Feimas. She was a hybrid—child of a True Ancestor vampire and an Elder Succubus. She told him to just call her El, and he agreed.
According to El, this world was called Arcana Place, where humans, demi-humans, demons, and spirits all lived together. This forest lay in the southwest of the great continent Asgard.
A harsh mountain range ran across the center of Asgard, and in the middle of that range stood one peak taller and sharper than all the rest. Rumor said the World Tree grew at its summit, endlessly cycling the mana that wrapped the world.
*All mana flows from Yggdrasil, and all mana returns to Yggdrasil.*
That was the old verse, passed down through every race.
”…So no one’s ever actually seen this Yggdrasil thing,” Kanata muttered, resting his chin on his palm as he sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “It’s just… rumored.”
El nodded, her silver hair swaying like moonlight caught in water. “Mm. Because anyone who tries to get close doesn’t come back. The central mountains… they’re the dragons’ territory.”
Kanata blinked. “Like, actual dragons. Big, fire-breathing, eat-you-whole dragons.”
”Exactly those.” A tiny smile curved at her lips, like she was amused by how his voice cracked a little. “Though the really old ones—the Ancient Dragons [T/N: エンシェント・ドラゴン, highest-rank dragons with intelligence]—they’re different. Wise. You can talk to them if they let you. If you’re absurdly lucky, and the conditions are just right, they might allow you to pass partway through the range.”
”But not all the way?”
El shook her head, and a soft chime of mana shimmered in the air as her wings twitched. “No one goes near Bifrost Mountain. The tallest peak, right in the middle. It’s… sacred. Even the dragons won’t let anyone close.”
Kanata leaned back on his hands, staring at the uneven stone ceiling overhead like it might hold a map. “So, dragons at the center… and around them?”
”To the east and southeast of the mountains lies Midgard,” El said, slipping into that calm, lilting tone she used when she explained things. “That’s where the humans live. They’ve built many little kingdoms there. To the west and southwest, there are the lands of demons and demi-humans. And to the far north beyond the mountains… it’s said ancient giants and old demonkind still walk the land.”
”…Wait. Hold on.” Kanata sat up straighter. “Demons and demonkind are… different?”
”They are.” She brought a finger to her lips, thinking for a moment. “Hmm… how do I explain this… We demons are technically considered demi-humans. Like elves, or dwarves. That’s the human word for us—’demi-human.’ In truth, we’re just different species.”
”…So like how humans call dogs, cats, horses, sheep… all ‘animals’?”
”Exactly.” She smiled, eyes glowing a faint ruby as she leaned closer. “Different species have different traits, yes. So we’re different things in that sense. But if you group us broadly, we’re all living beings on the same level. Humans and demonkind look similar… but they’re fundamentally different. Like how you can tell animals and monsters are not the same thing.”
Kanata let out a slow breath and nodded, though it was the sort of nod that said he was only halfway convinced. “Okay… I think I get it. Kind of.”
”That’s enough for now,” El said softly. “Just… think of it like that.”
”Right… got it.”
The quiet settled back in, warm and steady, like the dim glow of the moss-light around them. El’s voice slipped into the silence again, soft as the flutter of her wings, as she went on telling him about the world called Arcana Place… and the lands that now, somehow, were his too.
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