The Story of Gothic Lady Who Met a Grave Keeper in Another World - Chapter 6

When I woke up, I was looking at the ceiling of my house in Japan.
Wait, I was not in my house, but in an old, clean, free Wi-Fi-free hotel on the main street that I had chosen after much excitement.
No, not even that, not even the free Wi-Fi free neat hotel on the main street that I had chosen with a bit of excitement, but the ceiling of the old motel, eroded by the doldrums and stains, just looked down at me gloomily.

“….. Ah.”

I moan.
My feet hurt.
I can’t even dream of sore feet.

“Nnhh.”

I hold my head.
I roll over.
I need to wake up from this dream.
Please, please, please, please.

I open my eyes.
The gloomy ceiling is looking down at me.
I lay sprawled out on the bed and let out another lethargic “Ahh”.
I roll up the covers and find a clean bandage wrapped around my leg.
I wondered if Mr Thorden had taken me to the hospital while I was passed out.
Thank you very much.
But if possible, I wanted him to take me to the police as well.
Did you go there already by any chance? Did I just faint?
But it can’t be helped that I was attacked by a ghost or a zombie, can it?

Oh, I mean zombies and ghosts.
There were a lot of them. I was attacked. And bitten.
Then it can’t be helped. Anyone would have fainted.

“…… is it drugs?”

It’s clearly drugs!
Ghosts? Zombies?
There is no such thing, is there?
Oh my God, it’s drugs, for sure. It’s drugs.
The truth must be that I was drugged without realizing it, had a bad trip, and had a weird nightmare yesterday.
And I was bitten and injured by a canine or something, and I’m still lying here like this in an old folk’s hotel.

Or, my airline ticket.
I have a flight tomorrow morning. I should get back to my hotel soon. Seriously.
Why is there no Wi-Fi in this hotel?
I mean, this hotel didn’t even have a front desk.
I have a suspicion that the house is actually owned by Mr. Toden.

Oh?
Wait,wait,wait?

All the information we have so far suggests that Mr Thorden is a very dangerous person, doesn’t it?
Doesn’t everything lead to the situation where he brings an unknowing Japanese woman into his house, drugged her, and locked her up?
What should I do? I have to escape.

Eri Himeno.

No, it’s too late.
Or rather, it was too late from the beginning.
I got up from the bed and was confronted with the indescribable expression on the face of Mr Thorden, who had been watching me for some time.
If you’re here, tell me.
Make some noise. Are you a ninja?

Mr Thorden took a step closer to me.
Reflexively, I put my hands in front of me to stop him.
“……–?”
” No, I’m sorry but please help me, and I’m sorry to be this rude! I’m sorry to be this rude, but ……! I’m trying to get back to Agra Park as soon as possible …… because my flight time is imminent ……!”
I know you don’t speak English.
I know that English is not understood, but I think “flight time” and “Agra Park” should be understood.

But the reality is cruel. Mr. Throden tilted his head as if he was troubled.
Then he looked up and pulled something out of the cupboard.
It was a map.
Genius, huh?
I jumped off the bed and peeked at his open map from the side.

I looked at the map.
“—I–?”
Um, wait a minute. Oh, what is this, a world map? Isn’t it too rough? I mean, where are we?
I don’t think we understood each other, but Mr. Thorden pointed to a point on the map,
There is a mark on the map that looks like a cemetery, so this is probably where we are.

So, where is Agra Park? ……
I mean, what language is this map in ……?
It’s definitely not English.
But it’s not German either. Definitely not.
Russian? No, Cyrillic is not like this.
Arabic……? Or is it a super-ancient language hidden in the jungles of Africa?

Anyway, I can’t read it.
I can’t read it at all.
“……, um, Agra Park?”
“……?”
“Agra Park.”
Mr. Thorden tilted his head.
Oh, shit, he’s not even familiar with the big neighbourhood parks!
“‘Well, where’s Leipzig, then? Don’t you know? Then where is Dresden? Don’t know? You must be joking! Then Berlin? What German doesn’t know about Berlin?”

Oh, I get it. I get it. I suddenly understood.
He is an immigrant.
He lives in Germany, but he doesn’t know anything about Germany.

What should I do? I’m stuck.
Mr. Thorden is also in trouble.
…… Is this guy giving me drugs?
I don’t think he’s the kind of person who would do such a thing.
I’m sorry for doubting you.

I was so sorry I doubted you.
Not far from the cemetery marker, surrounded by a walled-off area …… probably a town.
In some old German towns, there are old bulkheads left in the vicinity of the old town.
Anyway, Mr. Thorden suggested that we go there.

I nodded my head.
Anyway, it would be better than an old hotel with no Wi-Fi.
In a town, there would be police, and the police would barely be able to speak English.
I nodded again and again, and Mr. Thorden folded up the map, looking a little relieved.
He urged me to leave the hotel and saddle his black horse.

I saddled the black horse I had tied.

I saddled the horse.

….A Horse? What year do you think it is?
“No, no, no…No, I don’t want you to get on a horse. I’ve never ridden a horse before. I mean, horses are huge! I didn’t know horses were this big!

Seeing my wince in front of the horse, Mr. Thorden again looked puzzled.
Uu…… sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you. I’m sorry.
But I can’t ride a horse. It’s absolutely impossible. I’m wearing a skirt. I’m sure I’ll fall off the horse.
Ms. Thorden was a little worried and looked at the small cart beside the horse.

Oh, you want me to ride on the cart and the horse pulls it?
That would be great!
That would be very helpful if possible!

When I nodded my head, Mr. Thorden went back to the hotel and brought a pure white sheet.
He put it over my head and gestured to ‘Never show my face.’
I wonder why.
I’m not sure, but I nod.
Whatever it is, I want him to take me to town anyway.

I put the sheet over my head, and Mr. Thorden picked me up in a heap and lightly loaded me into the wagon.
He then connected the harness to the cart with metal fittings and climbed up onto the platform.

Then, with the sound of the horses’ sleepy neighs, we set off for the town.