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

Faced with Miss Elf's unfounded accusations, Iori was so angry that she laughed, but did not immediately refute them.

Farrell quickly stepped in to smooth things over, still holding the dancer's dress she had just changed out of.

"Everyone, calm down. This isn't anyone's fault. You've already helped me a lot..."

This might simply be... my lack of charm.

The appraiser smiled reluctantly: "I just couldn't hit Wolf's sweet spot."

“Farael…”

The elf took her hand with concern.

Iori seemed thoughtful: "Yosuke's point... heh!"

……

"Even I feel that something is definitely wrong this time."

Hiding in the grass as usual, the elf looked at the strange blue figure on the riverbank and couldn't help but whisper, "Is this your trump card?"

"It's definitely no problem."

Iori said firmly.

"But……"

The elf hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

That wasn't any kind of everyday clothing or formal attire, but rather an extremely rare, fully covered, heavy suit of clothing in the world... Simply put, it was a mascot costume!

"I don't see any charm in it at all."

The elf quipped, "To be honest, you can't even tell it's Farrell, can you?"

"Humph~"

Iori smiled slightly but did not answer, as if she had already made up her mind.

Soon, Yosuke Shimazaki returned from the forest. Upon seeing the strange blue figure, he was struck dumb, and the prey in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

"Look, he was indeed so shocked by these strange clothes that he couldn't speak."

The elf frowned. "Now, forget about helping Farrell confess her feelings, how can we not let... wait?"

The elf was speechless!

On the riverbank, Yosuke Shimazaki, who had lost his prey, was flushed and trembling. He shouted and pounced on Farrell, who was dressed in a mascot costume, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey!

"Wild, wild—it's a wild Sonic!"

"That works too!"

The elf was so shocked that she almost lost control of her voice, but thankfully Iori stopped her in time.

"No, how could this be... but..."

In the distance, the man's voice, which sounded like that of a pervert, continued to drift over.

"Sonic~ Sonic~ Ahhh, this touch... it's the real Sonic!"

Yosuke rubbed and twisted like a mollusk—to the point that he wouldn't complain even if the police arrested him immediately.

For a moment, Iori began to seriously consider whether it was necessary to maintain her friendship with this man...

"That's not an expression you should let others see!"

"Yes, but..."

The elf was still unsettled. "Even so, all that guy likes is mascot costumes. Isn't Pharaoh just too pitiful?"

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The mascot costume being held by Yosuke trembled noticeably, as if it were panting excitedly, and it unceremoniously wrapped its arms around the other person... It just didn't look like a hug because of the limitations of the mascot costume.

—Can you really accept this, Farrell?

The fairy covered her mouth, a single, glistening tear welling up from the corner of her eye…

Chapter 396 I got married by accident.

On the riverbank, two people and a doll surrounded the man on the ground with a strange smile, falling into a silent silence.

After a long silence, Iori finally said softly, "He just fainted like that... Was the shock too strong for him? It's my fault. I didn't expect his obsession with Sonic to be this great."

"What exactly is Sonic?"

The elf touched Yosuke with its foot, as if it were something dirty.

"A game character, a mascot, a symbol of an era that can stand alongside the Yellow Mouse and the Plumber. If I had to say, it would probably be slightly inferior. In terms of comics, its status is probably like that of Saint Seiya."

"...At least use examples from things I know."

Miss Elf sighed: "Anyway, it's a virtual character, right? Like the protagonist in a chivalric novel."

"You could say the same thing."

“Then there’s no problem. It’s barely understandable if it’s just a die-hard fan, but if they actually exist in reality… Wolf’s mental state is not very reassuring.”

The elf girl pursed her lips.

The forensic expert was one of her few friends; in a sense, they were "fellow sufferers," both afflicted with a terminal illness called lovesickness.

She naturally hoped that the appraiser's love life would have a happy ending—this would give her some confidence.

However, Yosuke was too eccentric, and even though Miss Elf was quite knowledgeable, she was still very worried about Farrell.

She looked at her friend worriedly, but saw that the mascot costume remained still. Curious, she leaned closer and asked, "Farael?"

"Mr. Iori."

A tired girl's voice suddenly came from inside the mascot costume: "Could you do me a favor?"

"Wake this guy up? You wait."

Iori rolled up her sleeves and bent down to pick up Yosuke, but was stopped by Farrell just as she was about to touch him.

"No, that's not it... Rather, I hope you can let him wake up later."

"Ok?"

"What I wanted to ask was, could you please teach me the magic of transformation?"

Farrell said expectantly, "You should be able to, right?"

"To be honest, I do know how..."

Iori looked "Sonic" up and down, her eyes turning strange.

"But why would you want to learn this?"

"It's just a change of image."

Farrell's tone was as casual as if she were about to get a new hairstyle, but the content of her words left the elf looking on in shock.

"I think this mascot costume is pretty cute—by the way, do you guys also have the habit of sleeping with a mascot?"

"Oh dear, this young lady's idea is dangerous!"

After much deliberation, Iori ultimately decided not to teach her.

When Yosuke Shimazaki woke up, Pharah had already changed back into her everyday clothes. In a daze, she thought it was just a dream. After regaining consciousness, she excitedly told Iori and the others that she had encountered a "wild Sonic," and her childlike innocence made the three of them look a little strange.

Even the most oblivious person should have noticed the "Where did Sonic come from in another world?" bug, but considering that this person doesn't understand English and can complete the game without guidance, perhaps they simply don't care about such a small bug.

After all, when he first arrived in this other world, he didn't even know where his ability to "communicate with all things" came from, and he didn't seriously think about it, just using it without a care in the world...

Maybe he thinks that if humans can time travel, then video game characters like Sonic can too... It makes perfect sense!

“I investigated carefully, and no one actually saw how the barrier was broken. It’s just that you were at the scene, and people suspected you, so you ran away because you felt guilty. So you were wrongly judged… but it wasn’t a misjudgment.”

Iori shook her head helplessly: "I don't even know where to begin when I want to complain. Didn't you think about the possible consequences before you did it?"

"If you made a mistake, just roll back the game, right?"

"what?"

"...I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Under the watchful eyes of the three men, Yosuke lowered his head deeply.

He was indeed the type of person who would act impulsively, but even with his thick skin, he knew that he had been incredibly reckless this time, leaving no room for argument.

"Anyway, I'll handle this for you. If you go out on your own, you'll probably get arrested and locked up until you die."

Iori said, somewhat puzzled, "It's strange. You might not be considered particularly handsome, but you shouldn't be mistaken for an orc, right? Why is everyone's first reaction to attack you?"

"I find it strange too. Sometimes, even when I greet people with a smile, they become even more hostile."

"Smile?"

"Hey!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Iori and the other two fell silent, watching that "bright" smile, yet with lifeless eyes, a forced and insincere grin that seemed to embody "treachery" and "evil," and they vaguely realized the problem.

"It wouldn't look out of place in a horror movie... Okay, you should just keep your expressionless face."

"What's wrong with everyone? They all look like they have something on their mind."

Yosuke scratched his head.

Iori seemed lost in thought:

This guy probably hasn't had many people to talk to since his student days, and he probably doesn't look in the mirror on his own initiative. When he plays games, he gets too engrossed in it, imitating the voices and expressions of the characters... Without realizing it, when he wants to show an expression, his facial muscles will form very exaggerated arcs, making it look quite abstract!

As a typical otaku, he's bound to feel a little awkward around others, but Yosuke Shimazaki is an extreme case, and he also happens to have the disadvantages of being unattractive and looking older than his age...

"Ugh!"

Iori raised her hand and gestured, "Why don't we use shapeshifting magic to change our appearance? That way we can definitely avoid a lot of trouble in the future."

"Yep!"

Miss Elf nodded in agreement.

Farrell remained silent, only looking at Yosuke, seemingly waiting for his answer.

Yosuke Shimazaki was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "I am who I am. Perhaps I am ugly in the eyes of others, but I have no responsibility or obligation to please others. How they see me is their problem, but I do not hate my face."

So… I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you, but I've decided to live as I am!

"……Um!"

Farrell's eyes welled up with tears as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, moved. "Indeed, Lord Wolf is just that kind of man!"

The elf also looked at him differently, nodding slightly: "Unexpectedly, you have quite a bit of backbone... Iori?"

"I was just a little touched."

Iori sighed with satisfaction, "In an era where we can't even see a photo of someone without makeup, this kind of belief is commendable!"

"Why are you all so agitated... Am I really that bad?"

Yang Jie looked surprised.

The three of them simultaneously looked away...

……

Perhaps comforted by Sonic, Yosuke, on Iori's advice, mustered his courage and decided to go to the army commander to confess everything and take responsibility.

Iori considered that this guy had an unusual appearance, and since both Earth and the other world are societies that value appearance, especially when laws are not so precise and detailed, people's subjective likes and dislikes can have a great influence on the outcome. Therefore, she warned him not to say anything carelessly and to handle everything herself.

The journey was smooth, and they encountered no obstacles after entering the city. Even when the soldiers saw Yosuke, they were not flustered at all, and even cheered for Iori and the others—they thought that Iori's team had captured orcs and returned them to complete their mission.

"What did you say? This orc isn't the one who destroyed the defensive array?"

In the spacious, palace-like office, the commander sat behind a large table, his gaze sweeping over Iori and the others with a gloomy expression before finally settling on Yosuke Shimazaki.

"How could that be? I have plenty of testimonies here, all clearly pointing to this guy!"