Volume 4 Chapter 61 No Good
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
They left me behind at the open-air bath. Pamela and Rao—they were peeking through the curtain on the other side, and then they just… never came back. Eventually the snow got so heavy and the wind so fierce that the lazy outdoor soak became impossible, and I made my way back to the room myself.
”You’re late.”
I said it with a touch of irony when Pamela finally came back well past midnight.
”My apologies!” she said, her voice warm and teasing. “We got so wrapped up watching the other guests, you see.”
Rao nodded, brushing snow from her shoulder. “Before we knew it, it was a blizzard and we couldn’t get back. Next time, we’ll go together, hm?”
I’m not really that mad, honestly. But the three of us—including this Androgynos Group person—going to the bath? Hard pass, thanks.
”Now then…” Pamela murmured, eyeing the lump on my bed. “What might this bulge be, exactly?”
She poked at the lump under the blanket.
”Ah~”
At the sound of a woman’s voice, she threw the blanket aside.
”And what do we have here?” she exclaimed. “An Amazoness?”
Indeed. The Amazoness I’d met at the outdoor bath—she’d latched onto me and wouldn’t let go, even after… everything was done. She’d followed me all the way to the room.
”Someone I met in the bath,” I said weakly.
Pamela shot me a look of pure disdain.
”Oh ho?” she said, crossing her arms. “So you were having fun, were you? And you brought her all the way here, I see.”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. That look is so unfair! I was lonely too, you know.
”Look,” I said, holding up my hands, “she followed me on her own, we couldn’t communicate, I tried to push her away but she just overpowered me, then I went to the front desk but they couldn’t understand me either, and the receptionist only listened to her side of things.”
I explained all the ways I’d tried not to bring her to the room. And honestly? With that face—so cute—you’d never guess she’s an Amazoness. I can’t beat her in strength. The bath was cramped and felt good, and for someone so adorable, her reactions were really something. Next time, maybe mouth service too…
”For someone who’s so ‘troubled,’” Pamela said, smirking, “you don’t look very sorry about it.”
I don’t?
Just then, the Amazoness, who’d been clinging to me from behind, sat up.
”※々, 〇▽☆彡”
A completely incomprehensible language. But Rao reacted immediately, responding in kind.
While the two of them chattered back and forth, the Amazoness—Kamea, as I’d later learn—settled into a proper seated position on the bed. When she turned, I could see her n**ple peeking through the disheveled yukata.
”What language is that?” Pamela asked, leaning in.
I could only shrug.
”You did it with her?” Pamela pressed, eyes widening. “Even though you can’t understand each other?”
Well… yeah.
”Impressive as always,” she said, shaking her head.
I’ve no idea what’s supposed to be impressive about it, but Kamea got off the bed and straightened her posture, so I followed suit. We ended up seated across from each other on two separate beds, the four of us. Kamea’s awfully close on my left. Pamela’s glare isn’t great, but you’re with Rao too, so… fair’s fair?
”Larry!”
Suddenly, Kamea lunged at me with that name. Over and over—”Larry! Larry!”
It was embarrassing, so I grabbed her shoulders to calm her down. Turns out, someone had told her my name, and she’d gotten excited.
”What’s this one’s name?” I asked Rao.
”Kamea Two, apparently,” she said with a shrug.
”Kamea?”
I repeated it as a question, and Kamea beamed. “Kamea! Kamea!”—and latched onto me all over again.
”She looks young,” Rao said, “but apparently she’s the vice-captain of a trading ship. Brought rice to the trading city of Takere, and now she’s on holiday. Came to the capital alone to see the snow, she says.”
Huh. In between work, huh. But the Amazonesses I know are… well, outwardly very serious. I’ve never seen one so openly affectionate.
”Is she from Nyunpai?” I asked.
The question made Kamea shake her head vigorously.
”This one is from Oceanus—the country of the Dragon God,” Rao explained.
According to Rao, Oceanus is an island that descended with the Dragon God in ancient times. The surrounding islands were absorbed, forming the “Country of the Dragon God.” Apparently, people from Oceanus don’t say they’re from “the Dragon God’s country”—they say they’re from “Oceanus.” Like someone from Japan saying “Yokohama” instead of “Kanagawa Prefecture,” I guess?
Nyunpai, Rao explained, was originally a base for Dragon God’s country to operate in the Southern Continent and the western reaches of the Central Continent. But the population grew, and the royal family branched off and made it a proper kingdom. As for where Oceanus is exactly, Rao wasn’t sure.
”Far north of here,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “Around the equator, supposedly. In Earth terms, maybe somewhere near the Solomon Islands? I wasn’t very good with geography in my previous life either, so take that with a grain of salt.”
Also, the Dragon God’s country—since its founding, the king has been the priest who worships the Dragon God, and they don’t claim to be a “kingdom” because that would be disrespectful to the Dragon God.
So maybe the Nyunpai Kingdom is free from that religious yoke… but…1
I recalled Queen Kakuka, who seemed so laid-back despite controlling a powerful military.
”Does the Dragon God’s country have other bases?” I asked.
”Yes,” Rao said. “From what I know, they have relay hubs for east-west trade—probably near the Sinking Pole. That’s where we buy silk from Daqin and rice from the Angkor Kingdom. Also… somewhere in Central America. I’m not sure exactly where, but they’ve sent quite a few people there.”
”Those large birds that run taxi service—are they from there too?” I asked.
The herbivorous terror birds from the North American continent, if I remembered right.
”No,” she said, “those come through the transfer gate.”
Huh. So if this world is almost identical to Earth, then…
”What about Japan?” I asked, my voice careful. “What’s happened to it?”
I had to ask.
”Ah,” Rao said softly, “I was wondering when you’d ask.”
She took my hand. Kamea pouted at the sight, but this was far too important to me.
That’s the thing… I don’t really know, her telepathy came through in perfect Japanese. The islands that might be Japan are apparently filled with monsters—a land of constant war. Even the Amazonesses have hardly gone there. And in our records, there’s never been a transfer gate installed there either.
I see… I sent back, but the Queen of Nyunpai gave me a Japanese sword once. It had the name “Nagamitsu” engraved on it in kanji.2
Sending that much Japanese through telepathy made my head start to throb again.
Are you alright? she asked.
Not as bad as what I felt in Nyunpai’s palace.
I’m fine.
I see, she said. Well, that does mean people live there, and there’s culture.
Rao let go of my hand. I tried to read her mind to gain more knowledge about this Japan, but the headache made it impossible.
Whether Kamea saw my pained expression or not, she pulled me into a hug and started complaining to Rao in her incomprehensible language. Probably something like “Stop bullying him!”
* * *
The next morning.
The world outside was a silver-white expanse. People were still moving, though—heading to the Hub Tower, the station, then into the city.
After breakfast in the inn’s dining hall, Pamela and Kamea saw me off.
I’d wanted to take one of those walking bird taxis I’d seen yesterday, but they’d all been rented out. Only ostrich-like footprints and ruts in the snow remained.
Bundled up in cold-weather gear from the inn, I trudged through snow knee-deep for some twenty minutes. Passing through the gate that faced the street, I came upon a two-story wooden building. The path inside the gate had been cleared, and the structure itself looked like a stern temple from the front—but the ceiling was surprisingly low.
Inside, it was unexpectedly warm, lit by luminous magic-iron lamps. People who looked like they belonged to the Androgynos Group moved to and fro. The building’s depth was far more than the exterior suggested—we passed several courtyards with covered walkways before reaching our destination.
”Here we are,” Rao said.
She knocked on a door.
A voice from within answered, and we entered. The room was about the size of a magic academy laboratory, lined with bookshelves. Several women (?) clung to their desks. At the far end, a slightly older woman sat behind an imposing executive desk.
”Professor Lilith,” Rao announced. “I’ve brought the Mr. Larry I mentioned.”
Rao probably said something to that effect. As I followed, the women clinging to their desks turned their gazes on me.
”Mr. Larry,” Rao said, gesturing, “this is Professor Lilith, the authority on summoning magic.”
The professor stood, greeted me in Schweilitz, and extended her hand for a shake. I disliked the possibility of mind-reading, but I couldn’t refuse. As expected, I felt her sifting through my memories.
”I see,” she said, her voice crisp. “So you were summoned from the same place as Rao.”
The moment we shook hands, she said it plainly.
And you’re not?
”I’m a bit different,” she said with a playful smile. “I came from Taiwan.”
She must have anticipated my question. With a playful tone, she led me to the adjoining reception room.
”Let me brief you on today’s schedule,” she said. “This morning, you’ll humor me with my lecture. This afternoon, you’ll be in a Q&A session with several professors who wish to meet you in the conference room.”
The moment I sat in the chair upholstered in sheepskin, that’s what she told me.
”Um…” I said hesitantly, “I was told this would take three months…”
At this rate, it sounded like it might all be over in a day.
”My professors told me this would be an exercise in ‘wisdom and practice,’” she said. “We’ll take what we learn from our conversation with you, form hypotheses, run experiments—and eventually, we’ll put it all into practice by summoning your widow.”
I didn’t fully understand, but if it led to Henrietta’s summoning, I was on board.
I underestimated it.
Her “morning” meant listening to hours of nonsense that sounded like a Chunibyo case gone mad.
”A previous life without mana,” she began, pacing slowly. “This world with mana. Different physical laws—different universes—but reincarnation exists, proving a point of contact. Even with contact, reincarnation requires significant energy. So perhaps there’s a third universe with another set of physical laws intersecting. In other words, reincarnation occurs at the intersection of three universes. But what was once assumed to be one-way reincarnation—when he, a Japanese person, swapped with Larry—raises the possibility of another universe’s involvement.”
Ugh… I didn’t understand a word of it.
I sat through this for three straight hours.
Then, after lunch, more Chunibyo-ridden old ladies (?) grilling me with questions. They conducted the Q&A in Schweilitz, but their debates were in a language I didn’t know—so when I zoned out, they’d suddenly ask “What do you think?” about complete nonsense.
I was finally let go after dark. Outside, the stars were bright and the air had turned very cold.
”The physical laws aren’t different at all…” I muttered.
Just as I was about to start walking, a bird taxi arrived. It seemed they’d called one for us.
”Ms. Rao? Are you there?” a Polynesian-looking man called out.
Rao answered, and she motioned for us to enter the bird-drawn box. Inside was smaller than it looked, and the seats faced backward. It was only warm because it blocked the wind. The ride was rough—but what took twenty minutes to walk took less than ten by taxi.
”Good work today,” Rao said kindly. “There’s more tomorrow, so after dinner, please get a good rest tonight.”
More tomorrow?!
As the fatigue doubled, Kamea latched onto me at the inn’s entrance.
”Bath,” she said in broken Schweilitz.
Apparently Pamela had taught her during the day while I was suffering.
”Food. Food,” I tried, hoping she’d understand.
She tilted her head.
”Dinner,” I said, miming eating.
The word didn’t connect, but she seemed to get it.
”Dinner… dinn-ah?” she repeated with a smile.
But that’s not right.
”Dinner. Bath,” she said, having learned “dinner” and immediately proposing “bath” after we ate.
I was exhausted.
”Dinner. Sleep,” I said, miming eating, then making a pillow gesture.
Kamea crossed her arms in an X.
”Dinner. Bath,” she insisted, her voice getting loud.
Was she a child who couldn’t take no for an answer?
Fine—once more: “Dinner. Sleep.” With gestures.
She puffed out her cheeks.
”Dinner. Bath. Sex,” she announced.
Her voice was loud enough for the other guests to hear. They snickered.
Pamela. Choose your words wisely, you idiot.
Fine, fine. I hurried Kamea to the room. When we got there, I scolded Pamela, but the loli elf mage paid it no mind.
”Dinner. Bath,” Kamea said softly.
When I gave up on the scolding, she spoke in a small, sad voice.
She was so cute, I almost caved.
I patted her little head and changed clothes.
The common language for the other three was Schweilitz, and Kamea listened intently, trying to mimic them like a child. She picked up words quickly.
Meat. Rice. Soup. She learned those instantly. “No good” too.
”Bath… no good?” she asked, the sad face returning.
I sighed. “Just a soak,” I said, and headed to the outdoor bath.
We sat side by side in the tub. She pressed her body against me.
”Sex… no good?” she whispered in my ear. Her hand reached for my crotch.
”No good,” I said, catching her wrist. “I’m tired.”
”Larry… mouth… like… no good?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Pamela, what exactly did you teach her?
I was furious, but Kamea clung to my arm, pressing her chest against it, rocking, her face so close and erotic, murmuring warm breath against my ear—and I was done for.
”Mouth… not no good?” she asked, hope flickering in her eyes.
”Mouth… not no good,” I said, my voice giving in. “With pleasure.”
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Summary:
Larry is left alone at the bath, discovers Kamea has followed him, and learns she is an Amazoness vice-captain from Oceanus. Rao reveals world-building details about the Dragon God’s country and the fate of Japan in this world. After enduring a tedious academic lecture, Larry returns to find Kamea has learned new words from Pamela and persistently negotiates her way into his bed.
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Trivia:
Rao is originally from Taiwan in her previous life, not Japan like Larry.
The Amazoness Kamea is a vice-captain of a trading ship, not just a warrior.
Oceanus is an island that descended with the Dragon God in ancient times.
The Dragon God’s country does not call itself a “kingdom” out of respect for the Dragon God.
The Nyunpai Kingdom may have broken free from religious constraints, unlike the Dragon God’s country.
The “walking bird” taxis come through a transfer gate, not from Oceanus.
The islands that might be Japan are apparently overrun with monsters and constant war.
No transfer gate has ever been installed in the Japan-equivalent islands.
Larry received a Japanese sword named “Nagamitsu” from Queen Kakuka of Nyunpai.
Professor Lilith is an authority on summoning magic and was also reincarnated from Earth (Taiwan).
The academic lecture is intentionally absurd and incomprehensible as a comedic element.
Kamea learns new Schweilitz words quickly, including “no good” and “dinner.”
The chapter title “No Good” ironically reflects Larry’s repeated attempts to say no and failing.
Pamela’s archaic speech patterns are a deliberate character quirk, not a regional dialect.
The telepathy between Larry and Rao occurs in Japanese, unlike the spoken Schweilitz.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Pamela – An elderly yet youthful-looking elf mage leading the Engine Department, she balances blunt authority with old-fashioned warmth. A skilled telepath and healer with large mana reserves, she uses archaic speech and moves with scholarly curiosity. Formerly Henrietta-san’s servant, she is now a devoted companion to Earnest, acting as a doting, drowsy mentor who assists with complex colony summoning rituals.
• Rao – The leader of Red of Mount Yue, Fifth Generation. An elegant, confident, and direct Androgynos colony leader. A spirit magic programmer who writes grimoires under deadlines, she manages operations, resources, and her two reincarnated successors. Though casual and sometimes crude, she maintains a refined air. She is a dining companion of Rocani-san and is known to the protagonist for her technical expertise.
• Amazoness – Job: Warrior tribe; Note: Mentioned in context of Lamu tribe; possible connection to Garda’s grandchild.
• Lilith – Job: Professor; Relationship: Conducts meetings in Land of the Fire Ring; Note: Interrupted by intruders, irritated by disruptions.
• Henrietta – Larry’s fourth wife. A muscular, massive-busted orphan, mage, and Royal Magic Academy researcher. A Bizan graduate who guarded the protagonist at East Palace, she was killed by the former Principal during the Haritz Rebellion. Now a deceased associate, her essence parasitizes Larry’s daughter—a fact known to the slave Pamela—leading Earnest to consider summoning her via their telepathic bond.
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