Chapter 16 Arriving in Town
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Having secured my Guild ID¹, I entered the town without a hitch.
”What do you plan on buying first, Ibuki?” Lisha asked, looking our way. Charlotte looked up at me as well, waiting for an answer.
”First, we stock up on staples – anything that isn’t meat. I also want to find some seeds.”
It was time to test the Cultivation² tab. I wasn’t sure what I’d be growing yet, but since it probably wasn’t people, it had to be either plants or monsters. I figured I’d start small with some basic seeds.
”Are you sure you don’t need meat?” Lisha asked. “Oh, right… you still have all that Orc meat.”
”Yeah. We’ve got enough to feed an army. Literally. And it’ll never spoil.”
Lisha tilted her head at that, but she was smart enough to stop prying. “In that case, we’ll need wheat, vegetables, and seeds. Anything else?”
She was sharp. Lisha seemed far more refined than Charlotte. Hearing her organize our needs while being so considerate made me realize just how disappointing the people she used to be around must have been.
”I was wondering… is soap expensive here?”
”Yes,” Lisha said. “Prices start at a Gold Coin. Since it’s a consumable, commoners can’t afford it no matter how hard they work.”
A Gold Coin? That’s ten Small Gold Coins³. Staggeringly expensive. But if I could replicate it with a Skill, I still wanted it. I’d heard soap-making involves lye and other hazardous chemicals; it sounded like a total headache to craft from scratch. If I could find a small bar for cheap, I’d buy it and try to duplicate it.
”Got it. What do people usually use to start a fire? Is it all firewood?”
”For a normal household, yes,” Lisha replied. “Nobles use Magic Tools, but since commoners do all the cooking, firewood is the standard.”
Coal wasn’t an option for cooking, and gas was a pipe dream. How would I even find heavy oil? If I could just get a sample, I could probably manage with Processing⁴. It’d be great if a fire-based Magic Tool popped up in my Recipes… Wait, I had it backward. To unlock the Recipe, I had to make one first.
I wondered if I just needed to pump Mana into monster materials while using Processing. It was a total cheat, but some instructions would have been nice.
”Stocking up is fine, but shouldn’t we pick an inn for the night?” Charlotte asked, tilting her head.
Lisha and I both froze. Right. We’d completely forgotten about that.
”Ah… yeah, let’s start there. Actually, worrying about noise is a pain. Why don’t we just rent a house?”
”A rental? Even for a short stay, you have to pay by the month, you know,” Lisha said.
I asked about the price. She told me that for three Small Gold Coins, we could rent a bottom-tier standalone house for a month.
I see. That long-stay inn I’d used was dirt cheap by comparison. I could have stayed there for four months for that price. Then again, that place was a crumbling single room. Three coins for a whole house seemed fair, even if it was a dump.
Besides, I wanted to hear Charlotte moan without holding back. At the inn, we’d already been told to keep it down. Watching her desperately try to stifle her voice while crying was top-tier, but I’d always get carried away and trigger another warning.
So, a house it was. No more inns. That was close. I’d almost walked right into my own trap. To think Charlotte was the one luring me in!
”Oh, Ibuki-sama! What is it?” Charlotte giggled as I poked her cheek, looking up at me happily.
I told her it was nothing and headed for the town hall. Apparently, they handled rentals there to ensure all property registrations were official.
Since Lisha was a local with a verifiable background, the process was smooth. We rented a house for a month in her name. When we arrived, it was definitely “bottom-tier.” But the yard was huge. It was an old farmhouse in the agricultural district. It was a weather-beaten, run-down shack, but I couldn’t help but grin. The best part? There wasn’t another house in sight.
”This much space should work. Should I just pop the house out like it’s hidden underground?”
”Is that safe?” Charlotte asked nervously. “If we’re caught, how will we explain it?”
”What are you ‘popping out’ exactly?” Lisha asked.
Seeing Charlotte’s concern, I decided to let Lisha be the judge. I activated my Skill for just a second to show her.
”…If you want to keep it a secret, don’t,” Lisha said after a pause. “As long as you’re inside the house, you can tinker with it a bit.”
Apparently, with these old houses, nobody cares about “repairs.” As long as you don’t burn it down or leave giant holes in the walls, they won’t say a word. Very loose management.
”Fair enough. Let’s do it that way. I’ll tell you the whole story once we’re inside. There’s no reason to hide things from you anymore, Lisha.”
Now that we were out of the village and the chains were off, I didn’t mind telling her. I’d trusted Lisha back at the village too, but that nosy girl Collet was always hanging around. I’d told Lisha I was keeping secrets just so she wouldn’t feel left out.
Lisha looked visibly relieved.
”Sorry about that. I just wasn’t sure if it was safe to show my hand yet.”
Exactly. We were out of that country. I didn’t know much about this place yet, but they shouldn’t know who I am.
I was torn: do I show off my power to secure a high-ranking position and build trust, or do I stay under the radar so I can bolt whenever I need to?
We went inside. I used Storage⁵ on every piece of junk in the room, then used my Skills to layer new floorboards over the old ones and swap in furniture I’d crafted myself. I did the same with the walls, covering them with fresh planks. When it’s time to leave, I can just suck everything back into Storage, put the original crappy furniture back, and it’ll be like I was never there.
In an instant, the room was pristine. I told them to take off their shoes, and we all sat down on some cushions.
Then, I told the bewildered Lisha everything. The fact that I was from another world. That I was summoned against my will and could never go back. That the others were Heroes or combat types, while I was the only one with a Production Class. That when I tried to live a quiet life in town, the kingdom sent assassins to wipe me out.
I didn’t leave out a single detail.
”-And that’s how I ended up in your village.”
”I-Ibuki… a Hero? No, I suppose I should call you Ibuki-sama now.”
”No, look, I’m not a Hero. I’m a Crafter⁶. It’s a special Production Class.”
”But everyone brought through a Hero Summoning⁷ is considered a ‘Hero’ by the general public. Those with the actual ‘Hero’ job are just… special versions of that.”
She went quiet, lost in thought, before suddenly bursting out: “They tried to assassinate someone like you?!”
”It’s insane, right?” Charlotte added.
”This… this would be a massive international incident!” Lisha was practically vibrating with shock.
”Yeah, glad you see it that way. I thought I was the only one. If word got out, the whole world would be gunning for that kingdom. My predictions were off and I wasn’t prepared, so they almost actually got me.”
Lisha and Charlotte both looked heartbroken. Wait, Charlotte… you were one of the victims too, remember?
”Well, that’s why I was hesitant to talk about my Skills. But if that’s your take, Lisha, maybe I don’t need to be quite so paranoid.”
Yeah. If it’s just political squabbling over Heroes, I can probably defend us using my Crafter skills. I was worried about being branded an enemy of the state and having a bounty on my head, but based on Lisha’s reaction, this country might not go that far. Even if they do, I’ll just ditch civilization and build my own village in the middle of nowhere. I might not be a frontline fighter, but I can do everything else.
I didn’t care if a whole country hated me. As long as we didn’t get killed before we could escape, I could always make them pay later.
”So, I want to buy everything we need to be able to run at a moment’s notice. Sorry for dragging you into such a mess.”
”Ibuki-sama, you’ve done nothing wrong!”
”That’s right! Dole is just a vile, evil country!”
”Thanks,” I said, pulling them both close. I decided to ask Lisha more about that place – how it was viewed from the outside.
”Yes. They act incredibly arrogant because they’re the only country ‘blessed by God’ with Summoning Magic. Since the Heroes are always tied to Dole, no one can really stand up to them.”
”I see… they claimed there was a divine revelation about a global crisis. Is that true?”
”I… I wonder. I’ve heard stories about that happening a long time ago. But for context, the Orc incident they keep talking about was a hundred and fifty years ago.”
What? Are they really summoning Heroes for that? If they just thinned the herds, it wouldn’t even be an issue. You just have to subjugate them before the high-level ones show up.
When I mentioned what Lisha had heard from the Guildmaster, she nodded.
”Exactly! I wrote to the town over and over again about it! After the first reply, they just started ignoring me. And that first reply just said it was the village’s problem. The village head said moving the Guild was the guildmaster’s job, and the guild members only wanted ‘safe’ jobs… I tried to warn everyone how dangerous it was getting, but no one would listen…”
She started to tear up, overwhelmed by the memory. I did my best to comfort her.
Yeah. I definitely made the right call in ditching them. If the villagers won’t listen to reason and stand up for themselves, they should have just evacuated. If they get wiped out now, it’s their own fault. If you want to run, you do it on your own steam.
”Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to vent… but honestly, I don’t buy the ‘divine revelation’ stuff. During the last Orc outbreak, the Hero didn’t even make it in time. A local hero was the one who actually finished it.”
So they kidnap people from another world, and then a local has to do the work anyway? Yeah, that “blessed by God” magic sounded like a total load of crap.
”Well, if God isn’t involved, then it raises the question of where these languages and cheat skills⁸ actually came from,” I said, staring at the blueprints. “In the first place, what was Dole’s motive for the Summoning⁹? Was it just a show of force?”
”If that’s the case, then the ‘Demon King’ story is likely a lie as well,” I muttered.
No matter how I looked at them, they were clearly elves or beastmen. I hadn’t believed the ‘Demon Race’ label from the start. It’s hard to trust people who kidnap and threaten you, especially when their only evidence of a ‘Demon Race’ is a few scary illustrations.
”Wait, what’s this about a Demon King?” Lisha asked.
”The King of Dole claimed the world was in crisis because of a Demon King,” I replied.
”I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Lisha said after a pause. “The war with the other races continues, but…”
I tilted my head. “Hold on. Did you say ‘other races’? In Dole, they called them the ‘Demon Race.’”
In our world, they were demi-humans or beastmen, but in this country, they were all lumped together as demons.
”Yes. It’s a wide variety of races-elves, beastmen, dwarves,” Lisha explained. “There are legends of a Hero defeating a Demon King long ago, but now people aren’t even sure if such a race still exists. The conflict is mostly skirmishes in the Rock Valley mountain range. I hear the Dole Kingdom Soldiers call them ‘demon filth,’ but since they’re enemies, no one objects. Though, some people criticize their brutal methods~desuwa.”
If that’s the international consensus, the King won’t be able to keep the other summoned heroes deceived forever. I suspect my upperclassmen are already being enslaved. I can’t move yet, though. I need to gather materials, unlock more recipes¹⁰, and ensure an overwhelming victory. Especially since those seniors might be forced to fight me.
Besides, a crafter’s true value lies in defense. I need to build an impregnable fortress, secure the skies, and ensure I can strike without being touched.
Honestly, I want to vent. I want the power to beat the King of Dole to a pulp. I want to strip them of their summoning magic and tell the whole world to survive on its own merit. “Every other race does it,” I’d say. “Stop pushing your problems onto people from another world.”
If I go that far, they probably will call me a Demon King. But as long as I can live with the people I care about, I don’t mind the title. I might even strike a pose and lean into the role.
”I understand a lot more now, thanks to you, Lisha,” I said. “An outside perspective is vital.”
”I’m happy to be of help, Ibuki-sama~desuwa,” Lisha said, her eyes shimmering. “So… what shall we do for the rest of the day?”
Charlotte stole a glance at me.
”Since I’ve revealed my skills¹¹, I’m going to dress Lisha up,” I announced. “Charlotte, you want new clothes too, right?”
The two of them tried to decline, but I pushed forward. “Then I’ll just use less fabric!” I stood up with that nonsense justification and started crafting.
I was low on cloth anyway, so I’d need to restock tomorrow. I made some cute miniskirts and camisoles. I added some lingerie-the suggestive kind. Charlotte’s wardrobe was almost entirely miniskirts now. Next time, I’ll try something more refined. There’s a classic romance in the idea of a man lifting a long, elegant skirt.
As they changed in front of me, they suddenly rushed toward me, hands reaching for my belt.
”Ibuki-sama, since you gave us such lovely outfits, does that mean it’s okay?” Charlotte asked.
”We want to serve you!” Lisha added.
They pulled my clothes down, and my c**k sprang free. They moved in perfect unison. Charlotte focused on my balls while Lisha sucked on the shaft, their tongues working together. I enjoyed the view-the peek of a n**ips through Charlotte’s camisole, the sheer scale of Lisha’s breasts.
”Lisha-sama, may I go first?” Charlotte asked, her voice trembling. “I’m aching…”
”I am too,” Lisha pouted, “but you’ve been waiting. Go ahead.”
Charlotte climbed on top and guided me in. She slid down smoothly and began to grind.
”Ah! Ah! Yes! This is what I wanted!” Charlotte cried.
”Ibuki-sama… it hurts to watch…” Lisha whispered.
While Charlotte bounced, her breasts swaying, Lisha leaned in for a kiss. I slid my hand between Lisha’s thighs, and she opened her legs wide. I rubbed her clit gently, and she let out a sharp moan. The room filled with their cries. I’m glad I rented this house; stifling these voices would be a crime.
”Ah! I’m coming! Ibuki-sama!” Charlotte screamed.
”Go ahead,” I said. “I’m going to finish in you anyway.”
”I’m coming! I’m… I’m c**ming!”
I hugged her as she shook. “You lasted longer today, Charlotte.”
”I… I tried my best,” she giggled.
”Lisha, your turn. To the bed,” I said.
”Finally!” she replied.
I bared her chest and pinned her down. She was sensitive, her voice turning into a needy, child-like tone. I hammered into her, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the room.
”Lisha, I can’t stop!”
”It’s too much! Ahhh!”
I felt the rush and came deep inside her. Splurt. Splurt. Lisha passed out shortly after. They’re getting more sensitive by the day. I asked Charlotte about it later.
”It’s your fault, Ibuki-sama! Our love just grows every day,” she said.
”I’m not complaining,” I laughed.
After they fell asleep, I worked on the house. I installed a bathtub with a coal-powered heater. Lisha assured me the smoke wasn’t an issue since it looked like normal firewood. The three of us eventually bathed together. Charlotte was a bit dejected that I had to carry her in while she was half-asleep, so I promised to wake her up next time.
After a quiet dinner they prepared, the three of us fell into a peaceful sleep.
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Summary:
Ibuki, Charlotte, and Lisha arrive in a new town and decide to rent a standalone house to avoid noise complaints and maintain privacy. Ibuki uses his Crafter skills to instantly renovate the dilapidated interior. He finally reveals his full history as an isekai summon and assassination target to Lisha.
Ibuki discovers through Lisha that the ‘Demon King’ threat is likely a fabrication by the Kingdom of Dole to justify war against other races. He resolves to build an impregnable base and eventually take revenge on the King. The chapter concludes with Ibuki crafting new clothes for Lisha and Charlotte, leading to a s*xual encounter and a domestic bonding moment in their new home.
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Trivia:
- Soap is considered a high-end luxury item costing a Gold Coin.
- The ‘Orc crisis’ mentioned by the Kingdom of Dole actually happened 150 years ago.
- Lisha’s village was ignored by the Guild because they only wanted low-risk work.
- Ibuki is technically still under threat of assassination from his original summoning kingdom.
- A ‘local hero’ actually handled the previous crisis, not a summon.
- The term ‘Demon Race’ is propaganda for elves, beastmen, and dwarves.
- Ibuki is a ‘Crafter’ class, which usually implies non-combat but he is aiming for total military dominance.
- Lisha is a new addition to the household and was previously unaffiliated with Dole’s perspective.
- The protagonist is worried his former schoolmates have been enslaved by the Kingdom
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Character Insight:
Ibuki demonstrates growing pragmatism, prioritizing a secluded home for both his s*xual privacy with Charlotte and his secret crafting activities. Lisha’s reaction to Ibuki’s truth solidifies her as a reliable ally who recognizes the political gravity of his situation.
Ibuki is moving from passive survival to active, aggressive planning. He is beginning to embrace the ‘Demon King’ label as a form of dark irony while prioritizing the comfort and happiness of his small ‘harem.’ Lisha shows deep loyalty despite having just met him, and Charlotte is becoming increasingly attached.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘expensive soap’ trope is a common isekai landmark used to demonstrate the protagonist’s superior modern knowledge or crafting utility.
The use of ‘cheat skills’ and ‘recipes’ directly references Isekai gaming tropes where the protagonist has an interface-like ability to create advanced technology in a fantasy setting.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Charlotte – Short, skinny late‑teen slave girl with messy brown hair, feline eyes, and a soft, slender body. Was an Ex‑Level 8 farmer, now Level 10 and bound to Ibuki, who she calls “Master” and calls herself his wife. Wears rags at first, then pretty clothes he makes, plus his bat‑wing hairband. Blushy, clingy, protective, and easily emotional, she follows him on runs, fights, and flights while always worrying if she’s useful enough.
• Ibuki – Broke high‑schooler from Earth who got tossed into another world with the “Crafter” class he first thought was useless—turns out it’s totally busted. Black‑haired, germaphobic, and low‑key bitter but sharp as hell. Uses Synthesis, Processing, and Inventory skills to survive, craft gear, and haul loot while exploring. Currently a Level 10 otherworlder, wielding a stone axe, traveling the frontier forest with Charlotte, and just trying to stay alive long enough to find a bit of peace.
• Lisha – Mature‑looking native woman with a soft “big‑sister” vibe, a big, bon‑kyu‑bon chest, and an hourglass figure. Polite, domestic, and secretly shy, she treats being with Ibuki as a blessing and quietly fixes the bedding after they’re done. A skilled cook, hot‑spring lover, and “doer” who melts when others take control. She’s the Guildmaster and receptionist/butcher for the Hasshi Subjugator Guild, good friends with Collet, and lets Ibuki and Charlotte stay at her place, worrying about his safety while torn between duty and her feelings for him. Has a younger sister and family in a nearby town.
• Collet – A small‑chested employee at the village butchery/slaughterhouse and childhood friend of Lisha. Outspoken, provocative, and blunt, she spends a night at Lisha’s house after being brought home, where she reacts strongly to Ibuki’s abilities and no‑nonsense attitude—earning his label of a “walking red flag.” A sharp‑eyed, self‑centered villager, she lashes out at both Ibuki and Lisha during the crisis, clashing with them under pressure.
• Hero – Ibuki’s upperclassman from Earth—summoned as the naive Hero with emotional, mentally fragile personality. Empathetic yet reluctant and inadequate-feeling, lacking survival instincts and political skills. Currently in despair and terrified by his situation.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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