Rakugo in Another World

A familiar tavern.

That's where the rakugo of Teitei Ichifuku was about to begin.

On that day, new works will be added, and the shop is always bustling.

At the counter seat is a brave man in a cloak with a royal coat of arms and a sharp eye.

A young man who seems to be light and a young man who seems strict.The combination seemed slightly unusual to the surrounding eyes.

"Hey, Zinda Spring.This guy is really funny.You've heard so much rumor in court.Hey, I thought you tricked me once.Check it out.

The young man glances at Lucca without changing his expression.For those who knew Zinda Spring well, the sharp expression that seemed to intimidate his surroundings was familiar, but if the stranger saw it, 100 would recognize that he was angry.

So ungrateful, bumpy, emotionless.It was a man named Zinda-Spring, who became the Chief of Staff of the Royal Palace in Cytopia at the age of thirty.

"I thought you were deceived, Luca.I think you tricked me so many times.I won't let you forget the horrible whorehouse you went to 75 days ago. "

"Ha ha ha! You remember everything.The boulder is the staff officer. "

"Shut up. Even the Demon Cytopia invasion is imminent.I can't afford to relax and watch the arts in this place. "

"Well, don't say that, because it's about to start.... nh, what is that?

So Racca found someone in the back seat.

"Zinda-Spring. I'm sorry, just stay here.I'm just going to go to the other seat. "

That said, Lucca left her seat and scratched the crowd apart.

……

Zinda-Spring stares in that direction in the shape of a demon.However, the person is not particularly angry or staring.Incredibly, that's his standard.

Hello, Rainier.

Racca stood in front of the man sitting alone at the rear end of the seat and called out her name.

"This is Lakka."

The man, who was called Rainier, was no less lacking in expression than Zinda Spring.Rainier had a rather weak, unvibrant, vectorless expression compared to Zinda Spring.

"As you've seen a lot lately, do you like raccoons?

"Yes, I'm interested.It's a different culture. "

Rainier's dimpled eyes nodded like that and never looked at Lucca.

"Hmm. Looks like he's new today.What a scary guy.Looking forward to it. "

"Oh, is that so?That's interesting.... "

Rainier replied without any particular interest.This was his standard.

"... well, I'll see you in court.Goodbye. "

Lucca left under Rainier with a bitter smile.

"Oh, that's Rahmaninov.How are you? Ah, Chaikovsky too.What's the matter? How are you? "

While returning to his former counter seat, Racca kept calling out to his acquaintance.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know a little face."

Lucca sat next to Zinda-Spring, saying so.

"You always have a face that you know everywhere.That's Royal Rangers, Lieutenant Rainier, right?

"Ah, did you know?

"Of course. A bow is indispensable to martial arts.And he himself is an amazing ranger. "

"Oh, no, I've never seen you fight.The wizard has such a harsh smell on his face... that people don't look like him. "

"I wonder who you think is brave when you see the worst smile in that light liar.I mean, with him. "

"Hahaha! That's not him!

Despite almost speaking ill, Lucca laughed generously.

"Oh, it's about time..."

When Racca says so, the guest seat lights are gradually dropped and the spotlight hits the high throne.

Then the sound of Lute echoed through the tavern.

What? Luca leaned her neck wondering what song she had when she appeared.Even more surprisingly, looking at the kitchen, Nanase played the lute.

The tune is obviously not from the terminal.The sound of nostalgia, somehow ancient, must be from a blessed world.

- I see. This song certainly has a better vibe.

Racca was vague that this might be the right catch as a raccoon (it seems to be called "Debayashi" when I asked Nanase later).

A blessing rises to the throne according to the song.

Sitting slowly in the cushion, he lowered his head in a big applause.When the drums rang, the lute stopped playing.

"Well, when the young people gather, I think they will talk about it a lot.You may be sad and eager to talk about the future of your country.I think it's good to talk about future dreams and encourage each other.But that's all it takes to get my breath stopped.It's about time, well, it doesn't matter..... "

One blessing slams the ground with a fan.

At that moment, the world changes.