Epilogue

The mental exhaustion from using magic was dragging on longer than Diablo had expected.

In the game, as long as you got a good night’s sleep, your HP and MP would be fully restored...

But thinking about it, just like it was impossible for any grave injuries to be healed in just one night, there was no way this fatigue would suddenly disappear in the morning.

In the end, he just spent his days lazing around.

The room he stayed in was similar to the one they had previously occupied.

According to “the idol of the inn, Mei~♪ Kyaha!” the “Peace of Mind Inn” was actually a chain of stores.

Diablo and the others had rented out a room in the franchise’s second location.

By the way, Mei was safe and sound, and was cheerfully working the counter at the Peace of Mind Inn #2.

Three days after the Fallen attack, a memorial service was held for the victims of the incident.

Diablo was bad with ceremonies, so he had avoided going. It seemed Shera and Rem had attended, however, while wearing completely black outfits.

When a person died he felt like he should see off, that’s when he would be there.

His life of depravity continued for ten days.

Diablo was lying in bed today as well.

—Man, this reminds me of when I didn’t play games and lived my life like I was already dead.

He felt like he might turn into mold on the sheets at this rate.

With a thud, Shera had come and thrown herself on top of him.

She was soft.

“Diablo, it’s morning~ I’m bored, so wake up~”

“Mm.”

“Let’s go somewhere! Don’t you think it’s about time we took on a quest or something?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Oh come on, you’re always saying that! Are you really thinking about it!?”

The only thing in Diablo’s head at the moment was how soft Shera’s chest felt against his arm as she pressed up against him.

It was amazingly soft.

—Hold on, doesn’t this feel a bit more amazing than usual!?

Lifting his head up, he turned to look at her.

Her outfit consisted of only thin pieces of cloth; one wrapped around her chest, and another around her waist.

“Wha!?”

“Ehehe, do you think you’ll feel better now, Diablo?”

“Hng!?”

“Well, you see, Sylvie said that wearing this would make a guy feel better.”

—What the hell are you teaching her, you irresponsible Guildmaster!?

Now that he was thinking about it, these clothes that showed off an excessive amount of skin were just like what Sylvie wore. Since she was a Grasswalker, and she still had a child-like appearance, there was kind of an innocent beauty to her when she wore this...

But if Shera was the one wearing it, then her slender body and massive rack unbefitting of an Elf had a much more voluptuous and lewd feeling to it. If this were a game, it would be rated for “Adults Only” for sure.

—This isn’t good! Cross Reverie is going to turn into an eroge; I have to make sure to give her a strict warning here!

—Well, maybe after this.

The sensation pushing against his arm completely washed over him.

Right then, Rem, who had been out and about since early in the morning, had just come back.

Her eyes were as round as dinner plates.

“...What in the... What in good graces are you wearing, Shera!?”

“Huh? Ahaha... Um... It was kinda... Hot?”

“...Of course it would be hot if you threw yourself all over Diablo like that. Get away from him! Get at least 30 meters away from him!”

“But that’s gonna make me leave the inn!?”

“...That’s a good idea for someone like you. Living outdoors is more suited for people who don’t work.”

“Ugh... I-I did a quest too, you know?”

“...All you did was go on an errand for Celes ten days ago. She only gave that to us in lieu of flat out giving us money to compensate us for our troubles. It is silly to call that a quest. If you keep on like this, your qualifications as an Adventurer will be revoked.”

“Whaaat!?”

Diablo couldn’t ignore what Rem had just said.

“What are you talking about?”

“...If an Adventurer has earned less than 10,000 friths in a month, then they are given a warning. If they are given warnings three months consecutively, then they are stripped of their Adventurer title, and cannot re-register with the Guild for a one year period.”

“What!? Why!? It’s a question of money!?”

“...It’s a counter-measure to keep fools who spend their days not working from calling themselves Adventurers.”

Even in another world, there was no relief for a NEET.

Diablo propped himself up.

“Hmph... I get it now.”

“Ah, do you feel like doing something after all?”

“...Did you finally decide that you are actually going to do some work, Diablo?”

“Yes! I will give it my all...starting tomorrow!”

“It’s still morning, you know!?”

Rem sighed. “...It is almost noon.”

Shera had a serious expression on her face.

“What should we have for lunch?”

“...Just get working.”

They still had some of the reward they had received from Celes’s quest left over. But when that amount was used up, Diablo would probably end up losing his Adventurer’s license.

And more than that, he would lose his sense for battle.

—If I can get my head working like this, then I guess that means my MP has recovered.

If he used enough MP to put him on the verge of complete lethargy, then it would take ten days to recover.

Diablo made a note of this in the “Cross Reverie Other-World Ver. Strategy Guide” in his head.

I’ve got a pretty good grasp on my abilities as a Sorcerer,—he thought to himself.

Another thing he had to look into were his skills outside of combat.

Diablo had invested some time into his Combiner sub-class, but he had no idea how to capitalize on it in this world.

In the game, you would just click on the items to be used as ingredients to combine them, which is how you would make potions.

But there was no such thing as a mouse cursor here.

The specifics to how each potion was made wasn’t written anywhere in the game. At best, there was just a list of items you needed to make them.

For now, he would have to collect ingredients and test things out. As long as he was using the Demon Lord’s Ring, he had to rely on health potions.

—I did end up using one of my HP potions when I told Celes to use it on him, didn’t I.

He didn’t regret doing that, but from now on it would be good to stock up on potions, even if they weren’t super high-grade ones.

He also wanted MP potions, too, if possible.

If using a little over half his max MP meant that he was out of action for ten days, then what would happen if he completely ran out...? He doubted he would be able to continue fighting if that happened.

Not only that, but he had to conduct some research about some of the unique magic found in this world: one of them being how to remove these enslavement collars; and the other magic, a way to extract the soul of the Demon Lord Krebskulm from Rem.

By the time he had noticed, it wasn’t just Shera, but Rem was on the bed as well.

“Wh-What is it?”

“Ahaha, now that face is more like you, Diablo.”

“...I was worried that you would eventually become mold on those sheets. You’re all right now, I take it?”

“Hmph, I was fine since the very beginning.”

He had acted tough, but it looked like the girls had been more worried about him than he thought. Enough to make Shera wear an outfit that might as well have shown her naked.

She held on to Diablo while still in that very outfit.

“Let’s go on another quest!”

“H-Hm.”

“...Ngh... Why must you always go out of your way to push your chest against him!?”

“I mean, if I try holding onto him, they just kinda do that.”

-“...Then just don’t cling to him! Have you no shame!?”

“Well, if you were to try and hold him, Rem, then probably all that would touch him is your ribs.”

“Th-That is not true! See!”

Eyes full of tears, she pressed herself against Diablo.

—Rem’s right! Though I think her rib cage may be hitting me a little...

That being said, no matter how small, slim, and child-like Rem’s body may have been, the slight bulge that could be called her chest was indeed soft when she held onto him.

They heard the sound of someone snickering.

Turning his gaze, the door was open, and there was the Guildmaster Sylvie, leaning against the doorway.

“Mornin’. You all seem to be getting along well!”

“Kyaah!?”

With a scream, Rem leapt away from Diablo.

Shera kept holding on to Diablo, without any reservations whatsoever, as she greeted Sylvie.

“Ah, Sylvie, good morning!”

“Heya, Shera. Is Diablo feeling better now?”

“Yeah!”

Shera happily nodded, pressing her breasts which were only covered with a thin piece of cloth against Diablo.

—I’m feeling better in a completely, how should I say, more physical way. Actually, I won’t even be able to get out of bed at this rate; what the hell are you doing to me!? Do it more!!

Since he was stuck like that, Diablo put on his Demon Lord persona with the sheets still covering him from the waist down.

“What do you want, Sylvie?”

“I have a message that might be of interest to you, Diablo.”

“Is that so? Speak, I shall allow it.”

Sylvie wore an unusually serious expression on her face.

“...The governor of Faltra received a request from the Kingdom of Greenwood to hand over one Shera L. Greenwood. The deadline is in ten days. If we don’t comply by then, they will declare war.”

“Declare war!?”

“!?”

Shera’s body stiffened.

Rem narrowed her eyes.

“...A war between races... Are they in their right mind?”

“Who knows? Though, the governor asked me if I would be able to solve this peacefully...”

“So that means you accepted the quest with the intent of handing Shera over to them, is that it?”

Diablo ran his eyes across the room.

—Tch!

Tenma’s Staff was laying on the ground off in the corner.

As of late, he would take off almost all his equipment before going to sleep. Lethargy was truly a terrifying thing.

Shera was shaking in Diablo’s arms, while Rem grasped a Summon crystal inside of her belt pocket.

Sylvie raised both her hands in the air.

Just when Diablo was wondering what kind of magic she would come at them with— She had surrendered.

“Hold it, hold it... There’s no way I could fight with you, Diablo.”

“Weren’t you taking this as a request from the governor?”

“I mean, as the governor, of course he doesn’t want to go to war with the Elves. But just think about it: you’re a Sorcerer who managed to fend off an army of Fallen, Diablo. Do you think that I could take Shera away by force?”

“Hmph, so it seems you aren’t stupid after all.”

—I was suspicious that you’d get me with a surprise attack while I was bumming around like this, though!

A smile spread across Sylvie’s face.

“Then here’s a quest from me and the troubled governor of Faltra: stop us from going to war with the Elves, Diablo!”

To be continued.