You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The two had completely given up hope on their uncle's thought process and slumped helplessly onto the table.

"I understand your logic... but next time you do something like this, please make sure it's in a situation where it won't cause trouble for others, okay?"

Fujimiya said without any mercy, "You can't do that in Japan. What if Takayuki gets arrested too?"

"If I get arrested, will I be fine?"

"Why not just escape using magic... Oh right, Uncle, how did you escape?"

"Something from another world? Hmm, don't worry, someone came to rescue me later."

Yosuke reached out and adjusted the screen: "Look~ it's Iori! And the fairy lady and the appraiser lady, they rescued me very easily and then shook off their pursuers."

……

After shaking off the villagers, Iori and the others continued to travel through the forest for a while until they stopped at a clearing under a cliff. By then, there were no more lights to be seen, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that the villagers are so terrible, but if a conflict were to break out, it could easily result in casualties, which is something they don't want to see.

"You've really caused quite a stir this time."

As a man, Iori naturally took on the responsibility of carrying the heavy load. He tossed Shimazaki Yosuke, whom he was carrying with him, to the ground and said with amusement, "Didn't I tell you to be careful in the wild and not get hunted like a beastman... How did you end up like this?"

"Mr. Wolf, you have so many wounds. I know some basic holy magic, and I'll heal you right away!"

Farrell quickly stepped forward, grabbed Yosuke's shoulders as he lay on the ground, and turned him over.

"Ugh!"

Farrell suddenly jumped back a step, as if she had been startled.

Miss Elf also subconsciously drew her sword, and when she and Iori looked over, they both froze.

The person lying on the ground with wide eyes looking at everyone was not the Wolf (Yosuke) they knew, but a middle-aged man dressed in the same clothes but with a completely different build and appearance!

"Yo-suke?"

"Um, thank you for saving me. Nice to meet you. I'm Yusuke Taguchi."

"..."

"..."

Farrell looked bewildered: "Did I save the wrong person—?"

"Don't joke around, this is transformation magic, isn't it?"

Iori wasn't going to be fooled. "Yang... Wolf, there's no need to pretend in front of us. Just show your true colors."

"You, I don't know who you're calling."

The middle-aged man turned his head and said, "I am Yusuke Taguchi. You all, like those villagers, probably think of me as the culprit who broke the barrier... I, I'm not a bad person!"

Is this guy trying to get away with it?

Iori raised an eyebrow, and the two ladies also seemed to be deep in thought.

"Could it be that he feels he's caused a huge disaster and doesn't want to run into someone he knows..."

"What are you saying, miss? We're meeting for the first time!"

The middle-aged man's expression was very stiff, and he looked extremely guilty.

The elf said coldly, "You can't fool anyone like this. Just tell me everything—"

"Don't say that. I think this time it might really be a case of mistaken identity. After all, Wolf wouldn't lie to us."

Iori suddenly spoke, which made the middle-aged man breathe a sigh of relief.

Miss Elf and Farrell both frowned, looking at Iori with confusion: "Why are you..."

"I'm sorry, because you were wearing the same clothes as someone we know, and it was dark at night, I couldn't see you clearly. I'll take you back right away."

"Hey, hey, hey! No, cough! The villagers will definitely not forgive me!"

"Yeah, they'll definitely see you as a rare orc subspecies... Sigh, judging from your name, you must be a transferee from Japan. Life in this world must be tough, right?"

Iori's gentle and polite tone, tinged with a hint of pity, deeply moved the middle-aged man.

"It's definitely much more brutal than Japan..."

"After all, there's nothing here—no animation, no movies, no internet... When you're free, you can't even play games."

Iori sighed, then suddenly asked abruptly, "Are you a console user or a PC user?"

"Of course it's the Lord—cough cough cough!"

The middle-aged man suddenly started coughing violently.

Iori patted his back worriedly: "Are you alright?"

"No, it's okay."

"By the way, which company do you prefer, Nintendo or Sega?"

"...Nintendo, of course."

The middle-aged man's lips curled slightly, exuding confidence.

You absolutely cannot let him let it slip!

"Really? What a coincidence, I'm a Nintendo fan too."

Iori exclaimed with delight, "I think Nintendo is the best in the world, don't you think?"

"Yes Yes……"

Come on~ repeat after me~

"Nintendo is the best!"—Say it!

"Nintendo...the world...Nintendo...the world...uh! Nintendo trash—"

Sega is the best!

boom!

A powerful punch to the heart turned the middle-aged man into a boiled shrimp, his face contorted and then rapidly deformed, finally revealing that familiar "orc face" once again.

"Wolf!"

The appraiser rushed over to help Yosuke up, her heart aching for him so much that she almost dropped her little pearl.

"Wasn't that a bit too much?"

"The power of that punch is a symbol of friendship!"

Iori flicked her wrist and gave Yosuke Shimazaki, who was rolling his eyes on the ground, a bright smile: "Right?"

"Um...I'm so...so sorry..."

……

The matter wasn't complicated. After Yosuke Shimazaki told the three of them his purpose, Iori simply scolded him for not considering the occasion, though she could understand his feelings.

Although Iori pointed out a few paths for him, they were obviously not easy to follow. If Yosuke wanted to return to Earth, he would have to try other methods, even if they seemed unreliable. He would have to try them to know for sure.

Nothing happened that night, and the four of them camped in the wild. The next morning, Yosuke, who had made everyone work so hard, took the initiative to go hunting in the forest.

At this juncture, Farrell called Iori and the elf together and hesitantly expressed her thoughts.

"I see... You're worried that he might find his way back at any time, so you want to advance the relationship quickly..."

The elf girl twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "But even if you ask us for help with something like this... that guy is no ordinary person. I think even a stone would be easier to persuade him."

"He is actually quite empathetic, not a stone at all, but he becomes very slow to understand when it comes to himself... Please, this is a once-in-a-lifetime request!"

Otherwise… every time we part, I worry it might be the last… at least, I want him to know about me before he goes back… anyway, that's it!

The appraiser blushed, looking incredibly cute, and even the elf couldn't help but feel pity for her.

"We've tried everything, what should we do now..."

"You don't understand."

Iori suddenly spoke, attracting the attention of the two women. He spoke seriously.

"The so-called 'otaku' keeps silent when faced with topics they don't like, appearing aloof, but they can be very talkative in their areas of expertise. These guys aren't oblivious when it comes to relationships; it's just that no one has hit the spot they like."

Girls, you still don't understand men at all!

"Ha! You really dare to say that!"

The elf girl looked up: "Farael has gone to such lengths, but that blockhead still hasn't realized it. This is no longer a matter of interest. I don't believe there's any way to win Wolf's heart."

"Humph!"

As Iori chatted and laughed, she opened her storage space and took out a flowing, ethereal feather robe. With a slight flick of her wrist, it instantly transformed into a black maid outfit.

—This is a fashion item from Overlord, which can freely change into different styles of clothing (this item does not add any attribute bonuses, but it is more expensive than artifacts).

"Maids and darkness—no man can resist the combination of these two!"

"oh oh!"

Farrell became excited.

The elf girl noticed another important detail: "...Why do you have women's clothing in your space?"

"Tsk!"

Iori shrugged: "My family owns a clothing store, is it strange for me to collect a few pieces of clothing?"

"Mr. Aizen, thank you so much!"

Farrell excitedly took the clothes, while the elf lady naturally pushed Iori away, leaving her some private space.

When Yosuke returned—

"Oh my, Miss Farrell, you've changed into new clothes?"

"Yes, Wolf... um... how do I look? Am I... good-looking?"

"Of course, it suits you perfectly."

"Ok!"

Farrell took a deep breath and was about to speak when Yosuke continued.

"Just like the barmaids in 'XXXX' released in the late 1990s, this black and white maid outfit is really classic."

Oh, right, did you know? There's something like this in that famous work, "XX"...

The man continued talking, and the girl's shy expression gradually calmed down.

"It doesn't work?!"

The fairy girl and Iori in the grass twitched at the corners of their eyes: "How could this possibly happen..."

Iori's eyes changed slightly:

I still don’t believe it!

the next day:

“Huh, they’re not here again… Miss Farrell, what’s going on…”

"I'm a little shy, I've never worn one before—"

"Isn't that the sky bodysuit from 'XXX'? It brings back so many memories, it was back in my junior high school days..."

Day 3:

"It's the classic arena bunny girl! Miss Pharrell, the game you played with me last time, 'XXXXX,' has a duel scene in the second part!"

Day ...

Day ...

"Why is nothing working?! Is he out of his mind?!"

The elf girl punched the thick tree trunk hard, leaving a clear fist mark. Her clenched teeth made her look like a bankrupt gambler in a casino.

"Even though Farrell made such a huge sacrifice, those clothes make me blush just looking at them... Ah, sorry, I didn't mean that... Tsk! Anyway, it's all that man's fault!"

And you, are you really not deliberately playing a trick on us?

"..."