Returned from Another World, Earth Turned Out to Be Quite the Fantasy Too. Also, Losing Heroines, Stop Looking This Way. - V2 Chapter 63

Chapter 63: “Samael’s on the scene?”

“―Let it go.”

The one who protected Mammon had a woman’s voice. 

Though her voice was feminine, Natsuki couldn’t understand what she said. Given the magical power conveyed, it seemed she might be a demon, thus speaking a demonic language.

“…Who?”

Natsuki was honestly shaken.

The Demon King’s sword was stopped with just one arm, without a drop of blood or even a tear in the clothing. Probably, the person protecting Mammon was, whether consciously or not, cloaked in a power that surpassed both the demonic sword and the magic Natsuki had put into it. 

But that was okay. 

What really caught Natsuki’s attention was her appearance.

She wore a straw hat on her head, a navy jacket with white polka dots over it, pink arm covers on her arms, pants for working in the fields, and knee-high boots.

“No need to fight anymore, pyon.”

“Huh?”

The woman, looking like she just came from gardening, took off her straw hat, and her black hair flowed like the darkest night. 

Her hair, fluttering in the wind, reached down her back. 

The woman was a stunning beauty, looking to be around eighteen, though her real age must be different.

“I will take responsibility for this one. Can you forgive us, young man?”

“Uh, well, um?”

He had been lost since she started speaking.

(So, something about there being no need to fight? It’s somewhat understandable but also not. Could this be not a demonic language but, instead, some kind of Japanese?) 

Internally puzzled, Natsuki tilted his head as the woman continued, seemingly unaware of the language barrier.

“I won’t let him harm you again, I promise you that in the name of Samael.”

“Did you just say Samael!?”

Samael, a powerful demon who once fought against Satan and whom Mammon wanted to make the demon king. 

“So, it was a… woman.” 

Natsuki stepped back from the woman, putting some distance between them.

(I hope we don’t have to fight since there’s no hostility, but just because there’s no hostility doesn’t mean she can’t be an enemy. But why is she dressed like an old farmer? I wish someone could explain that to me.) 

He didn’t sheathe the magic sword but pointed its tip towards the ground, ready to swing at any moment, though uncertain how effective it would be now.

He hoped he could use at least eighty percent of his strength in perfect condition.

“Mammon, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. But now, it’s over. I no longer intend to become the demon king. Not for your sake, but for mine, I want to live my life freely from now on.”

Samael knelt beside the fallen Mammon, gently placing her gloved hand on his severed abdomen. 

Strong magic flowed into Mammon, stopping the bleeding, though his body did not regenerate.

“Samael-sama.”

“This child’s wounds can also be healed in time. You must help too. Wouldn’t you regret letting him die like this?”

Mammon’s voice trembled as he spoke to Samael.

It seemed he was overwhelmed by the appearance of the demon he admired. But as tears flowed, Mammon said,

“Samael-sama… I think you’re trying to comfort me with those words, but I can’t understand you because of your strong accent.”

Actually, like Natsuki, Ihe also confessed that he couldn’t understand what Samael was saying.

“…Right? Me too! I seriously can’t understand what you’re saying! Like, what do you even want to do?”

Natsuki shouted at Samael, feeling a bit relieved.

Then, Samael looked surprised for a moment before clearing her throat as if realizing something.

“Ah, sorry about that. I’m Samael. I once competed for global dominance with Satan and lost. Now, I’m an apple farmer.”

“Oh! She’s Samatan, the farmer YouTuber!”

Kazuto, who was behind Natsuki, blurted out something incredible. 

“Samatan!? Can someone explain what’s going on? And sort this mess out!”

With Samael’s appearance, her granny farmer fashion, and her being a YouTuber, there were too many things to question. 

The serious mood that had filled the air until then was completely shattered, and Natsuki couldn’t help but scream in frustration.

〜〜Afterword〜〜

“Samatan,” the powerful demon Samael, who tried growing apples in Aomori, is an agricultural streamer whose content never really took off. 

Secret setting: Kazuto is a fan of Samatan, always leaving comments on her videos and participating in her live streams. 

※Note※ There’s no intention to demean any particular dialect. I use dialects where I live too.