I’m The Only Multilingual Master a Russian Transfer Girl Student Who Can’t Speak Japanese Can Rely On - Episode 45
Chapter 3: Family
Translated by BunnyByun
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 45: Action Plan
“Go home to your parents!”
“What’s the matter, Soji? Are you my landlord?”
At the beginning of my lunch break, I was told to go home by my bad friend.
The bad friend is Shimizu Soji. He’s tall, he’s evil, and he’s the world’s worst looking waste of money who spends his life trying to enrage people.
“Soji-kun is more like a jailer than a landlord.”
Next to him, smiling and looking at Soji, is Yuki Akimoto.
She is the chairperson of our class, a muscle-loving and naturally energetic girl. She is the girl who’s relationship with Soji has been suspicious lately.
“What the heck is wrong with you, Soji?”
“You got furious, so you decided to get rid of your mother, the ultimate Queen of evil wisdom and violence… Now, you should go back to the Imperial Palace.”
“I’m going to be executed. ……”
“I’m going over your corpse. I’ll never look back.”
“Kicking the corpse away?!”
Oga’s teary-eyed rhetoric echoed with my tsukkomi. (E/N: I don’t get it myself but here is the raw text,オ〇ガさん涙目の暴論に、俺のツッコミが響き渡る if anyone know what it means and what its referring to you can message us on the discord server and ill revise it on my free time. )
It’s lunchtime. We’re having a strategy meeting in the science room where we’ve been hanging out lately, eating lunch as usual.
When I say “we,” I mean the three of us, plus Cheena, Miyamoto, and Hosoi.
We’re the only ones using this place, so we can have a strategy meeting without worrying.
“Well, play around like this. Iori, why don’t you go back to your parents’ house?”
“You haven’t finished playing around.”
“Huh… Iori doesn’t understand politics.”
“Don’t you dare diss me in literary terms!”
Seeing me like that, Soji started explaining as if he can do it easily himself.
“It’s a good idea to go back to your parents’ house and get a record of the abuse and, if necessary, the reasons for it. You don’t think the evidence you have now will be enough, do you?”
Ugh, …… for sure.
Since I started living on my own, I have been involved with my mother a lot less.
When my father was alive and well, I didn’t even think about losing custody of him, and since his death, I haven’t been home nearly as much.
When you think about it, I might not have enough physical evidence…
“But your… father left you a video…, didn’t he?”
“The ones I happened to get a long time ago. He kept it for something.”
I nodded in response to Cheena’s question.
My father often took videos of me and Shiori growing up as a common parental foolishness.
Some of them showed my mother giving me a hard time.
My father had even left those videos for me.
I don’t think he was expecting me to lose custody, but I guess he thought it would be a good idea in case of an emergency.
Thank goodness.
But Soji seems to think that’s not enough.
“That was only before I entered high school. If the other side can convince her that things have improved recently, it would be doubtful that she could even get her parental rights suspended.”
“You can’t sue her without proof?”
“You’re an idiot, Lolita. It’s not often that a public organization will act with just talk nowadays.”
It was Akari Miyamoto who asked innocently the plausible opinion of Soji. Her hair is longer than Cheena’s, and she has a baby face that would be ridiculously popular with most people. At a threatening 139cm tall, Miyamoto is a perfect Lolita from any angle.(E/N: HOLY! LONG HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
But Soji, he cares, so don’t tell him…
But I understand that Soji’s argument is correct, and I agree that it is necessary.
I don’t feel like it, but it seems like it’s an inevitable path for me to go back to my parents’ house.
“So, I’ll go back this weekend or next weekend. It’s a hassle, but I’ll leave a message with Shiori…”
“No, you can’t do that, you have to go home in silence, because it would be a mess if you do that.”
My common sense decision was denied by Soji.
This guy is really smart like that.
“And you four also have a job to do.”
“What, for us?”
Soji said that the four of them also had a role to play.
I wondered what it was.
“I want the four of you to split up and go around to all the obstetricians and gynecologists in the area and find out if Saki Kagami was in the hospital 17 years ago… I’m sure she was well known as a dance musician back then, so maybe some of the nurses who have worked here for a long time will remember her.”
“Yes, yes! But I don’t think they’ll tell us such a private thing!”
Miyamo-san, who is called a Lolita and looks moody, raises her hand and replies, saying that it is a rebellion.
That gesture… is truly loli like.
Well, Soji wasn’t shaken at that level.
“You’ll be able to see it on their faces even if they don’t tell you, if you know what you’re doing. That’s all we need for now.”
“What are we going to do now after we identified the hospital?”
“It might give us a clue as to why they don’t like you. You should go to your parents’ house and look for a maternity record or something. It’ll save you a lot of time.”
Indeed, if there is a maternal and child health handbook, the birth should be written in it.
(T/N: The Mother and Child Health Handbook (MCHH), a tool used by almost all parents in Japan, serves as a record book shared by parents and health providers to monitor maternal health care throughout the perinatal period, track the child’s health and growth, and provide educational information. [Source: read more at https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4905145/)
You can go to the hospital to check the facts based on that.
“I mean, we can just go around the hospital and ask if Yori’s mother was there?”
“Yes. She was probably in the hospital in secret, so the nurse you ask should be a skilled one. Also, some of the outpatient clinics may not be open, so it would be better to pretend to be a visitor and go into the ward.”
Cheena frantically chewed over Soji’s instructions and asked for confirmation.
The other three were convinced by Soji’s instructions and agreed with him.
But there was one thing that bothered me.
“What is Soji going to do?” (E/N: Wait, where in the world did hosoi go?)
There were only four of us who had been instructed to go around the hospital. I couldn’t believe that Soji would be doing such drudgery.
My bad friend answered that question without hesitation.
“I’m going to visit the office where the Queen Dolls used to belong. Iori, I’m going to use your name as a trick.”
“My mother’s… office?”
“You said your mother’s retirement might have something to do with why you’re being mistreated. I think so too, and if that’s the case, there must be a manager or someone who knows what’s going on.”
I see. It is true that Soji is the best person for such negotiations.
I’m not sure if my name is going to be used, but if he tells them he’s Saki’s son, it will make it a little easier for them to talk to him.
I’ll trust my bad friend here.
Once the course of action had been laid out, Soji concluded the strategy meeting.
“If everyone is okay with it, we’ll all move at once this Saturday and Sunday. Understood?”
After confirming that everyone had nodded, Soji broke off the conversation and turned to his lunch box.
Today’s menu was boiled taro. It’s as austere as ever.
A/N: This time, the story was a little difficult, and it might have been a little difficult to read.
I need to learn how to write in an easy-to-read manner, no matter what the topic. ……
T/N: Applause to our author-sama who wrote wonders to this novel! 👏👏👏