Chapter 2
"—Hey, wake up. Geez, wake up already! Seriously, otherworlders are so fragile. Can't believe you fainted just from being summoned. Honestly, I doubt someone like you will be of much use." The voice was dry and oddly deep for a woman. There's no elderly person like this in my family. Both of my grandmothers have passed away, and even if this was some distant relative, I doubt any of them would talk to me like this. "…Nngh… Huh? Who… are you?" "Oh, you are awake. What's your name?" "W-Who are you? And where is this…?" An obaa-chan * 1 in a deep purple robe that looked like a baked sweet potato, and a moldy-looking dimly lit wooden house. Surrounded by crystals and bookshelves, with both mice and cats around — looking closer, the mice appeared to be dead . I don't know this person or this place. Was I… kidnapped? By this granny? I lost to her? …No, that's rude. She might be the boss or something. "You've got q...