"U...... here,ha......?"

Jin opened his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit room.

"Oh, did you notice?"

When he turned his head toward the voice, pain shot through his body.

"Oh, my God!"

I screamed out due to the unexpected pain.

"Are you okay?　You didn't seem to be hurt. ......

"I think I'm fine ......."

The pain is not so much that I can't move, but more like the pain you feel when you move a stiff body.

It is more like the pain one feels when one moves one's stiff body, which is also true, as it is a reaction to moving from a universe with low potential to a universe with high potential.

There is no one in this world who knows this, nor will there ever be.

Slowly I sat up and gently stretched my body, and little by little the pain eased.

"Well, I think I'm getting around."

"That's good to hear."

Jin looked again at the owner of the voice.

It was a woman, dressed in simple clothes.

"Oh, I am the daughter of the family, Helga.

I'm Jin.

Jin-san.

The girl who introduced herself as Helga had chestnut hair and chestnut eyes. She looks to be about 20 years old.

"What am I doing here?　I'd appreciate it if you could tell me.

Jin tried to gather information first.

"Okay. ...... Jin-san was lying by a spring in the mountains. My father found him and brought him back."

"......I don't remember....... Oh, and who is your father?"

His name is Sergei and he is the chief of this village.

"I see."

Jin lightly nodded his head and asked a question to get more information.

"Well, ...... my memory is not so clear. What year is it and what is this place called?"

"Yeah?　Really?　...... this year is 320 years in continental history. This is the village of Tazi, on the continent of Pandor.

"Oh, ......?"

Jin was astonished.

The year and place names were different from those of the Arus he knew.

Since he could understand the language, he guessed that it was a very close parallel world.

(Is this also an <> or ......?)

Jin's heart is about to break.

Seeing his dismay, Helga calls out to him in a concerned voice.

"Uh, Jin-san?　Are you still sick?"

"Uh, yeah. Yes, it seems so. ......"

Jin's complexion was so pale that even the casual observer could tell.

"You should lie down a little longer. I'll get you something to eat."

With that Helga left.

(So ...... it was a different world here too......Elsa......Reiko......Mr. ......Hannah......)

Jin cried tears of regret.

(I'm ...... I'm ......)

Nostalgia ran through my head.

I missed that place, even though I missed him for less than a week.

I guess it's because it's not a place where <><> but a place where <><>.

(...... I'm a weak man, too. ......)

Jin self-mocking.

One cannot be alone. Jin learned this lesson the hard way.

"Here you go..."

About 30 minutes later, Helga arrived with a tray of food.

By this time, Jin had calmed down a little and was able to think things over somewhat calmly.

"Oh, thank you, Helga-san."

Jin sat up in bed.

Helga pulled out a simple side table and put the meal on it.

Barley porridge, sautéed vegetables, and water.

"Bon appétit!"

Jin had thought he didn't have much of an appetite, but his body was honest.

One bite reminded him that he was still hungry, and in no time at all he had devoured the entire meal.

"Thank you for the food. It was delicious."

"That's good to hear. It seems you're feeling a little better. Can you talk to my father afterwards?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine."

Jin chided himself for not being able to thank his father for his help.

And once his hunger was satisfied and he felt at home, he felt more relaxed mentally.

"Okay. Wait here for a minute then."

"Oh, um, am I going to be okay here?"

"Yes. "Yes. My father will be here in this room."

With that Helga left the room with a tray with the dishes on it.

(Well, how should I respond? ......)

Jin, who has recovered some energy, tries to think logically.

Food and water are adapted to Jin. < had also said that he would only guarantee that the place he sent him would be adapted to him.

"And that would be ......."

Perhaps they will ask me where I am from, and whether or not I should answer honestly.

(I don't know what kind of response I will get if I say that I am from another world. ......I might falsely say that I don't remember at first.)

Jin concluded that it would be better not to give them any unnecessary information.

(Once you get used to this way, you can pretend to remember a little bit more.)

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Jin-san, it's my father."

Helga's voice snapped Jin out of his reverie.

Right behind her is a man in his forties, medium build. A man with slightly dark blond hair and gray eyes was standing there.

Jin stood and greeted her.

"My name is Jin. Thank you for your help.

"My name is Sergei. I am Sergei, the chief of this village. I am the chief of this village. ...... You were lying by the spring in the mountains behind us. In that case you had no choice but not to help. ...... Let's just sit down and talk about it."

"Uh, yes."

I think I'll take this chair.

Helga pulled out two stools from the corner of the room and sat Sergei on them.

Jin sat down on the bed. Helga sat down on the other stool.

Jin and Sergei faced each other, and Helga sat down beside them.

"I see you are feeling better.

"Thanks to you."

"So, how in the world did Jin-dono come to be lying there?"

"I don't know ....... My memory is partly in disarray. ......"

Sergei heard this and looked worried.

"Hmm, I see. What do you remember about ...... other than your name?　What about your hometown?"

"Yes. ...... almost nothing. I didn't even remember what year it was."

"I see. Well, that's a problem.

Sergei seemed to believe Hitoshi.