As Long as You Have the [Shop] Skill, the Dungeonized World Is a Breeze ~The Bullied Youth’s Payback Lifestyle~

acilities where visitors could try their hand at making earthenware and earrings.

In such a place, I had confirmed the existence of otherworlders.

“―I see, so this is it.” (Hakumen)
I was riding on the [Jet Book] with Yofel and Shiki, viewing the archaeological site from above.
I wasn’t sure if the area was usually supposed to be full of tourists, but I didn’t see any humans around.

The only thing I saw were otherworlders huddled together, carefully watching their surroundings.
Then, I approached them.

Naturally, the ones who noticed my approach all began to freak out.
After all, a huge book was falling in their direction.
And since there were people on top of it, it was no wonder they were alarmed.

The strongest-looking person among the group of otherworlders stepped forward, a spear in hand.

I decided to go down to the ground to hold a conversation with him, maintaining a certain distance in the process.

However, I let Yofel speak first.

“We apologize for alarming you.
But you all must be confused, being transported so suddenly to an unfamiliar place.
We are here to explain and discuss the situation.” (Yofel)
“….? Do you know where this is?”
“Yes, I do.
My name is Yofel Sanbraun.
As you can see, I am an elf from the Femir Forest.”
“Indeed.
So you are, but… I suppose I should return the introduction.
I… No, we… are monkey garbels.
My name is Seng, and I am the chief of this village.”
It must be a big deal to be the village chief despite looking like he was in his late thirties.

But still, monkeys, huh? It was true that he had a somewhat simian feel to him, but it was almost hard to tell he was a beastman.
He looked very much like a human.

“Where in the world are we? If you know something about this place, would you mind filling me in?” (Seng)
Perhaps because no one on our side was human, the garbels were not as wary of us as they might have been otherwise.

I was glad I decided to go with this form in the end.
I hadn’t even spoken to introduce myself, and yet everyone was casting curious, fleeting glances at me.
The women in the group seemed to be directing rather passionate gazes in my direction.

This form was a silver-haired ikemen after all.
Regardless of whether I was a beastman or a human, handsome was handsome, I guess.

When Yofel answered Seng’s question, he was bewildered, as expected.

“This is… another world…? No way… we all ended up encountering a light pocket…?!” (Seng)

Well, of course that was the conclusion he would arrive at.

“Honestly, I can’t say.
But I, too, was sent to this world with my Master some time ago.” (Yofel)
“Master, you say? Could you be referring to that silver-haired man behind you? He looks quite young…” (Seng)
I had finally found the opportunity to introduce myself, so I mustered as much dignity as I could in trying to act the part of an elf’s master.

“It may be true that I am still young.
At the very least, it may seem that way based on my appearance.
However, I am more than confident that I possess the requisite strength so that I would not bring shame to my retainer.” (Hakumen)
The red robe I was wearing at the moment was called the [Mantle of the Supreme Ruler].
Just by equipping it, it made the wearer exude the bearing of a dignified king, making it the perfect item for bluffing.

Hence, those who looked at me directly would feel as if they were in the presence of a heroic king.

“…What is the… pressure of this will…? J-Just who are you…? No, wait.
Silver hair and nine tails? N-No way… But how can that be…?!” (Seng)
Then, Yofel began to speak, instilling in all of them the belief that I was indeed the existence that I was imitating.

“This person is one of those fabled garbels spoken of in legends—a nine-tailed silver fox.” (Yofel)
“My name is Hakumen.
You may refer to me however you please.”
“….?! There’s no way! I heard that all of the Four-Colored Beasts died! In fact, in all these hundreds of years, there hasn’t even been a single sighting of them!” (Seng)
But that doesn’t prove that they don’t exist anymore, now does it?

“Of course.
To those in power, my existence is a deadly poison.
As such, I have been hiding to avoid any unnecessary conflict.” (Hakumen)
“…A-Are you really… a silver fox…?” (Seng)
Suddenly, he prostrated before me.
Apparently, it seemed to be true that garbels held legends and folklore in high regard.