NPC Town Building Game - Chapter 47 (2/2): Strange Seika
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“Hey, does it look strange?”
“Wow, it’s so beautiful! Yoshio must thinks so too. “
In response to Carol’s question, my true intentions leaked out of my mouth.
… Oh, I’m unconscious right now so I am not going to judge what I am doing.
I look at Seika’s face. She turns her haze downwards while blushing under her makeup.
“Oh, you look great in the kimono.” 
Its just like the New Year during my student days.
She seemed to think so too. We smiled at each other when our eyes met.
Even though it was raining yesterday, the ground around my house was rather dry.
“Didn’t it rain here?”
As we got further from the house, the ground was damp so we walked slowly since Seiko is wearing an unfamiliar sandals.
There was a big shrine just a short distance away from my house. I used to pray here every year before becoming a NEET.
There were so many stalls here. I used to follow my parents when I was a kid here because of all the shops rather than the wish shrines.
Right now, Seika and I are sandwiching Carol in the middle. At first glance, it will look that we are a family but Carol’s hair is blond, and she looks obviously foreign.
I am in plain clothes, Seika in furisode and Carol is a foreigner. 
Isn’t this pretty eye catching combination? In addition, both of them are beautiful.
“Yoshio, there are many shops here! What is that? “
“That’s Yakisoba, its like the baked noodles from yesterday.” 
“What’s that like a cloud! “
“Cotton candy, sweet candy.”
I answer all her questions without missing them.
After touring the stalls, I lined up to visit the shrine.
Seika was smiling happily.
“I’m sorry. We came here together but I didn’t talk to you.”
“It’s ok. It’s quite fun just to look at it. Carol is very expressive and you really seem to be her father.”
I didn’t realized till I was told. Did I really look like her father?
“Hey, why are those guys clapping?”
Following Carol’s gaze who was pulling my sleeves, there were people clapping in front of the offering box.
“That’s how we pray in this world.”
When I teach her about two bows, two claps and one bow again while praying. She starts to practicing till our turn comes.
The worshipers who saw her were all smiling.
This is my Carol, so cute.
“Now, she looks like Sayuki when she is praised by the uncle.”
Our turn came while we were struggling with a happy, itchy and complex mood.
All three of us lined up in front of the offering box.
I learned that paying tribute to the God was important so I donated 1000 yen.
I have already decided my wish.
May the villagers be safe. May Carol return to the village and reunite with the villagers.
Seika closed her eyes and prays for something seriously.
“Dad, Mom, Gams, Murus, Kan, and Ran … Chem. May they be safe. I hope I can meet everyone! “
She prayed out aloud.
To be honest, it won’t be that bad to live with Carol.
I considered the option of living with my parents even if I need to get on my knees and beg them.
But its different. If I wish for Carol to be truly happy then she would have to return to her original world.
“Oh, look at it, they are distributing the sacred sake.”
As she was caught with the exquisiteness and moved her gaze, she saw a women who looked like a shrine maiden at the corner of the shrine who was giving sake to the worshipers.
I have been visiting this shrine since I was a kid. I thought it was kid friendly but this must be only for adults.
“Yoshio. Can I drink?”
“Don’t do it, it’s sake. Don’t drink too Seika, because you are weak with it.”
It was already too late. The red face Seika was walking with staggered footsteps.
She drank it. I am sorry. She didn’t use to drink alcohol even at the company banquets because she is so weak with it. She is drunk with just a sip.
She swirls her cheeks with her fingers.
Its a good habit to drink separately but I am getting entangled in the situationas well.
“Oh, don’t get drunk with just a sip. Carol, let’s move a bit.”
I went around the stalls, secured some food and left the shrine treating the fine spirits.
After the prayer, we bought cotton candy and takoyaki from the stalls. I sat on the bench with happy Carol and ate some yakisoba too. 
I took the drunk Seika and moved to the shore of a pond, a bit away from the shrine.
It’s a secret spot that only the locals know, so it’s not very popular.
When I handed over the water which I brought from the vending machine to Seika, she drunk it all at once and said, “I like it because you are so gentle! I’ll sleep!” And she put her head on my shoudlers.
Its warm today for this season, but its definitely not normal to sleep outside in winter.
I unbuttoned my coat and covered both of us.
“The festival fun and food was delicious. People were nice!”
Carol seems to be happy.
I can see a lot of people. It seems that looking at people from an unknown world gives her fresh joy.
I finished eating the yakisoba so I took out a book out of my inner pocket.
It is the Bible that came with Carol.
It feels different from a hard cover book. The size is larger than a paperback but smaller than a normal book.
When I turned the pages, the oracles which I sent were still written on it.
There is no doubt that the village cannot be seen from the moment the Bible arrived in this world.
Yesterday after changing my way of thinking, I arrived at some assumptions, one of which might break the status quo.
If I was an actor embodying the God of Fate. I wonder if the operator who send me the game was in trouble.
Who is the management in the first place? This is the biggest mystery, but the answer which I got after experiencing these paranormal phenomenas is that the Gods is operating these.
Rather than praising the game and referring the person who made the game as a God, I suspect that the game was made by real Gods.
Otherwise, one cannot explain what has happened so far…..By the way, I am pretty sure I’m still sane.
“Okay, what is this book?”
Seika looks at my book with interest.
What happened? I was prepared for the worst and that is to give her piggy back ride but she seems fine.
“This is book from Carol’s country. It doesnt have much value so I am keeping it.”
“That’s … please give it.”
For a moment, I didn’t understand what was the meaning of her words and reacted stupidly.
Seika reaches out to grasp the Bible and stands up from the bench.
“Oh, hey, what …”
Seika’s face squints quickly and she starts laughing.
It was an otherworldly laugh.
Translator and Editor Notes:
 The kimono is a traditional Japanese garment, and the national dress of Japan. It is a T-shaped, wrapped-front garment and is worn left over right. It is usually worn with an obi belt, alongside a number of other accessories, such as zōri shoes and tabi socks.
 Furisode are the most formal style of kimono worn by young unmarried women in Japan. The furisode is made of very fine, brightly colored silk, and is commonly rented or bought by parents for their daughters to wear when celebrating Coming of Age Day the year they turn 20.
 Yakisoba, “fried buckwheat”, is a Japanese noodle stir-fry dish. Although soba means buckwheat, yakisoba noodles are actually made from wheat flour, and are typically flavored with a condiment similar to Worcestershire sauce. The dish first appeared in food stalls in Japan during the early 20th century.
 Takoyaki is a ball-shaped Japanese snack or appetizer made of a wheat flour-based batter and cooked in a special molded pan. It is typically filled with minced or diced octopus, tempura scraps, pickled ginger, and green onion.
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