Chapter 6: An Interview with a Young Witch part 1

I woke up from my fainting due to the scent of wonderful food that leaked into my nose, almost conquering my whole body, as my saliva began to flow, and my stomach was about to growl, announcing its surrender under the momentum of this heavenly smell by drumming the growls drums. But fortunately for me, I was able to control my primitive instincts.

Slowly I opened my eyes, and for a few seconds, I looked around quickly, without anyone noticing me, then I closed them again.

I was lying on a comfortable sofa, inside a small wooden cottage which has a particular scent of intimacy and closeness feelings. It was similar to my dream cottage. A small yet spacious living room with a sofa, two cozy chairs, and a small table in the center, with a small stone fireplace in one corner.

Also, there were two small rooms facing the living room, but I couldn't see their contents since their doors were locked.

As for the delicious food scent, it came from a small kitchen located on the right side of the living room. I could also feel the sea iodine, and hear the sound of soft waves coming from afar.

There was a girl standing in the kitchen preparing food, of course, I couldn't see her features since she was giving me her back, but all I can say about her: She is undoubtedly beautiful. I hope so. I mean, she had long, shiny black hair that reaches her waist, with average height, and her body looks like a piece of art shaped by Michelangelo. No, I won't describe her butt because I am not this man. Yes, nice butt. But nope. I won't muse it for a long time and describe how I like it.

After all, it was this girl who saved me, and I shouldn't have ridiculous thoughts about her.

And now what?

Before she realizes that I have woken up, I need to collect my thoughts and arrange my ideas well.

Now, these are the facts that I know:

I moved to another world ... There is no doubt about that.

My teleportation was by no means smooth, that's why I won't be able to fit in with this world without drawing any attention to me.

Hell.

The first thing that happened after I came here was a short bloody battle that ended with a fucken bomb… K-BOOM

In the worst case, this explosion will attract the attention of the authorities.

Why do I suppose the worst-case scenario first? Because I'm an unlucky bastard...

At best, the authorities won't know about the explosion yet, perhaps because of poor means of communication & transportation in this underdeveloped world.

But the important thing is... I am not in the hands of the authorities yet, and I am in the care of that girl who saved me... Perhaps ... yes, she may not have reported me yet.

I have to be careful. Rather, I have to be very careful. If I learned a lesson from reading all those cheap stories is that I shouldn't be a hero. I have to stay low and out of the spotlight so I can find a way to make that tattoo send me back to my world again.

Most importantly: I have to keep my identity secret ... I must hide the fact that I am from another world. And in order to do that I must find a logical reason to present to this girl and others to justify my ignorance of all the fundamentals things of this world. I am not an idiot like most cheap story heroes who questioning the friends of the main protagonist.

Why?

First of all ... because I'm not a James Bond like most of them.

Second... And the most important reason: Because I didn't reincarnate In a body belongs to some person who already exists in this world, I am not a spoiled son of a Count, or a descendant of a wealthy family, or anything close to those clichés plots, and this means that I don't have a fatty friend who is stupid enough so that I can ask and interrogate him in a way that doesn't rise his suspicious and questioning my identity so he can never deduct I am someone else playing the role of his deceased friend.

Sigh!

Well, there is no answer for me except for using some stories or cheap dramas clichés... Tada

The answer is: I have amnesia! Yes ... this is the perfect solution.

I smiled inwardly. It is good that I have a stock of cheap scenarios that don't require a lot of thinking time.

"% & * # $% #"

I opened my eyes and found that I was drawn with an involuntary attraction force into two beautiful brown eyes.

Damn...

This girl is incredibly beautiful. Her face features were cut from far better mold than Cleopatra. I think Cleopatra will fell furious if she hears my claims. but I swear to God I am a fair referee here. And her honey-colored skin almost kidnapped my eyes and stole my breaths.

I tried to change my sitting pose on the sofa, and then I said, "Wow ... you're amazing beauty!"

This is the first thing I said.

Why? Sure I wasn't trying to flirt with her. Okay, I was lying. I indeed tried to flirt with her, but of course, I did that since I know she can't understand me. The same as I don't understand her.

Who knows? She might just say "Oh dear, are you fine, I was so worried about you…"

Well, that's only happening in cheap movies and web novels. Not real life.

As soon as our brief and incomprehensible conversation ended, I heard the sound of the door of one of the rooms open, and another young woman appears, younger than the girl with the honey skin.

The other girl was a little bit similar to the first girl, perhaps even more beautiful than her. she may not be older than eighteen, but being young isn't always good, as her good fruits aren't ripen yet.

She said to me:

"% & * # $% #"

I answered her in my language:

"I know you are trying to talk to me, but I honestly do not understand you, and surely you won't understand me. So maybe it is better that we try to communicate in sign language, yes we may take two or three years to understand each other. But I don't mind waiting."

I tried to use my hand to signal that I don't understand anything. But suddenly I had a sharp pain, so I groaned.

"Damn, I haven't fully recovered. Why didn't I wake up after several weeks and had recovered just like most web novels... Oh, those fictional writers know nothing about reality ... I will never read those stories again," I muttered to myself.

The big girl looked at me anxiously, while the little girl ignored my pain.

Then the two exchanged a short dialogue with each other, which ended with the disappearance of the younger girl in the second room, which seemed to be a library. When the little girl came back to the living room, I found her carrying a huge book in her hand, a book made of fine leather, and had strong yellow papers.

I thought: "Oh, they discovered the way to make papers. So just as I guessed this world in the beginnings of the industrial renaissance."

There was a faint aura radiating from the edges of the book

. Suddenly the little girl put the book on my lap, then extracted a big stick similar to Gandalf's stick, taped the book with her magic wand, and then taped on my forehead.

Immediately, the pages of the book began to fluctuate quickly, and a small golden thread emanated from the book, then headed to my forehead and penetrated through it.

When the whole process was over, the words and ink inside the book disappeared until it became completely blank, and it went back to its previous shape but with no more aura radiating from it.

The little girl looked at me for a long time with a skeptical look and said:

"Now can you understand me?"

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