When I Went to Another World, All the Women I Met Fell in Love With Me and Things Got Out of Hand – A Carefree and Heartwarming Harem of a Man Who Fell in Love With a Death God, as He Pours His Thoughts Into a Sketchbook and Dominates All. C184

Chapter 184: The feelings I received

I thought about it again, but I couldn't find a solution. 

Is there something I've overlooked? Pick up the notebook and observe it. 

If you look closely, there are traces of reinforcement on the cover. 

(Ah, part of the cover was torn so they reinforced it...wait.)

I was only looking at the content, but was it also about the notes themselves? 

Remember, what was in this part? 

No matter how much you remember everything, it doesn't mean you can take it out at will. 

I sink into the sea of ​​memories. 

"Huh? Mr. Shirasaki, what are you writing? Is it a new paper?"

When I occasionally showed up at the research institute, Mr. Shirasaki was always writing new papers.　

Unlike me, Setsuna Shirasaki is a student, but she is also a leading expert on autonomous robots and a full-time researcher. 

He is such a genius that he was even nominated for the Nouvelle Prize. 

"Huh? That's right. Kakeru, read it and let me know what you think."

“I don’t mind, but I’m not an expert, you know?”

"Yeah, it doesn't matter. I want to hear Kakeru's impressions."

I quickly read through the paper. 

I've been reading Mr. Shirasaki's papers since I was young, so I know the content and can easily spot the differences. 

"That's amazing... about the possibility of robots having emotions. There are no holes in the theory."

Regardless of whether or not this thesis was realized, it seemed perfect in theory. 

"Really? I'm happy."

Mr. Shirasaki doesn't often show his emotions, but at that moment, his honest smile was so dazzling that I couldn't help but be stunned.　　

　　

Maybe that's why I ended up doing something unnecessary. 

"Yes, Mr. Shirasaki. Thank you for letting me read your good paper."

　

The small drawing on the cover of the notebook is Shirasaki-san's drawing. The smiling face was more precious than I expected, so I wanted to preserve it in the picture. 

"Is this... me?"

Shirasaki-san's eyes widened in surprise. 

Oh no, I think I did something unnecessary... 

"Thank you...I will treasure it."

However, Shirasaki-san held the notebook carefully and ran away with a red face. 

“…I see, there was a picture I drew of Mr. Shirasaki in this part…”

　

I stroke the cover of the notebook with my finger. 

I don't know what my casual, whimsical actions meant to Mr. Shirasaki. 

But at least he cared enough about her to want to restore her even after she died. 

My heart is filled with sadness. 

I can still remember the sight of Mr. Shirasaki running away with his notebook in his arms like it was yesterday, but this notebook has been waiting for me to arrive for nearly 800 years. Believe in that astronomical probability. 

Wait, I'll restore things to normal now. 

“The level of my sketchbook has improved”

Memory regression: If it is an object drawn by Kakeru, he can return to any state within his memory. 

With the new power, the notebook completely regained its original form. 

The cover and the picture I drew are still the same as they were back then. 

　This time. 

Insert the notebook into the slot again. 

"thank you. The next room contains the treasure I left behind. I'll leave the disposal to you.''

Setsuna Shirasaki was a genius and the youngest Nouvelle Prize winner, and left a mark on this world as the greatest alchemist in history. 

Liselotte said that many of the magic tools that exist in this world were created by her. 

What kind of treasure did she leave behind? 

It might be a dangerous thing to use the word "disposal". 

I proceed to the next room, feeling a little nervous. 

The next room was a study, which was simple but had a living feel to it. 

On the well-worn desk were a pile of diaries and a treasure chest made of Shirasa metal. 

　

I pick up the diary and look through it. 

The first diary was probably written in Japan. 

Even though it's a diary, its updates are irregular, and there were periods where there were a lot of gaps. 

And I immediately understood the reason. 

Because the day the diary was written was the day I went to the research institute. 

In the diary, she wrote in clean, familiar handwriting that she was happy to meet and talk to me, and that she was disappointed that we couldn't talk. 

My hand stopped on a certain page. 

This was after it was decided that he would receive the Nouvelle Prize. 

I was once again pulled back into the sea of ​​memories. 

"Eh!? Why aren't you attending the award ceremony?"

I was surprised that Mr. Shirasaki wouldn't be attending the award ceremony. 

"Yeah, it's a waste of time and I'm scared of flying, so I won't go."

"I see. That's true. Even if I don't show up, I can still get the prize money, right? If that's the case, there's no problem."

At that time, that was the end of the story, but the people around me were not convinced. 

"It's so noisy around me... I guess I have to go after all... Hey Kakeru, if I go to the award ceremony, will you give me a reward?"

"A reward? It can't be too expensive, right? I'm just a high school student."

"I know. Um... Mouseland... I want to go. It's scary being alone."

I was surprised that Mr. Shirasaki said such a cute thing with a bright red face. I thought she wasn't interested in that kind of thing. 

But it must be scary to go alone. Mr. Shirasaki will not leave the Basic Research Institute. 

I wanted to go there once too, and I didn't have anyone else to go with, so it was perfect. It felt so light. 

"Okay. Well, let's go when you get back."

"True!! In that case, I'll go to the award ceremony. Please keep your promise."

But Shirasaki-san didn't come back. 

It was a plane crash, and in the end, not even his body was found. 

The detailed Mouseland plan was written in the diary. 

It's a perfect plan, just like her research paper. 

"Hey, Kakeru, what do you think of my plan? Isn't it perfect?"

I can see her proud face. 

That's stupid...there's only one big hole. 

It wouldn't have started without you being the most important person, but...I can't keep my promise. 

I've been regretting it for a long time. 

I wonder if she would have gone to the award ceremony if I hadn't made that promise. 

I wonder what I was seeing in Shirasaki-san. 

I understand now. 

In my memory, she always looks happy, and when we part, she seems lonely. 

I should have faced it more properly. 

Even when I tried to dive into the sea of ​​memories, my frustration and regret at my own unfulfilled self only grew. 

Inside the treasure box was a key chain that was a souvenir from the school trip that I gave her, a popsicle stick that she won, and a post-it note that I wrote a little something about. 

“Hahahaha… Is something like this a treasure?”

I'm disappointed... I wonder if I can get rid of this junk. 

She smiles as she happily receives the keychain. 

I should have made it cuter. 

She was having fun like a child when the ice cream I sent her hit. 

Now that I think about it, you said you'd use it as a good luck charm. I thought it was a joke. 

Hey, Shirasaki-san. I've become really strong since I came to this world, haven't I? 

You can live in a mansion and use your amazing skills. 

I have so much money that I can't use it all. 

　

But, even though I'm like that, I can't make even one such trivial wish come true, like wanting to go to Mouseland. 

It makes me laugh. A man who can't save a girl and doesn't even notice her feelings feels good about being called a hero. 

Kakeru cried out loud. 

The distance between the two of them is so far that they may not be able to reach each other. 

Because I wanted to at least tell her that your feelings have definitely reached me.