Church of Isekai -2. Борис Беленький

know, I know, without women we, men, would just think we’re perfect and would probably fly off on our over-inflated ego. We should be grateful that someone’s looking after us. Trust me Kate, I am very grateful to you. So grateful that I’m willing to tolerate your “wife-ing” of me.

      In a few moments I’m rested enough to walk over to Mr Slime still standing to the side, looking at the scene he probably hoped not to see ever again. I don’t want to talk to him but I need to learn what happened. I lock eyes with him and start walking in his direction. I guess a glare of a Necromancer isn’t easy, because all of a sudden he tries to run away. Sorry, we’ve gone over this before. I have total control over your body when I need to, Mr. Slime, so here you are, walking back to me, standing still and now there are five nice Smiling Drows standing around you. Well, I didn’t want you to run, you tried to disobey, now you’ll stand really still – just like I need you to. I don’t want to read you mind remotely – when my hand is on your head I spend almost no Mana getting information out of you.

      25 Clothing Sets Part 6

      So, what’s in your head, Mr. Slime… OK, came out of the Veil two days ago, shocking all of the assembled Science and Management people. A former permanently-barking Jackal walked up to his former colleagues and asked how can he go around getting 25 sets of clothing. When asked how did he survive a trip through the deadly veil, he just muttered something and yelled back as he’d handle any interactions with the co-workers then stopped himself and said that he owes “those on the other side” 25 sets of clothing for getting him across. The science people started asking for details on the other-worlders when a Big Boss cut in, claiming that Mr. Slime (whatever his name is) has survived a shocking ordeal and needs to be put under observation. It didn’t help when he started muttering about scary smiling Drows who would come to him if he doesn’t come up with 25 sets of clothing. He was semi-willingly led to an insulation chamber in a medical facility. Next day he stood up before a rather big panel with some members that he identified as the Bosses of the highest level, including those who Oversee Compliance to the Will of the Great World Masters and Endowers. They weren’t impressed with his story about us being basically harmless and nice and not going to attack their World through the Veil. Their view is firm – the entire dimension beyond the Veil is EVIL and everything that comes from it is EVIL and it can’t be allowed to spread or even speak to the Good People of their World. The science types trying to learn about us were shouted down. Anyone wishing to halt the plans to destroy our World were shouted down. It didn’t help that now he was very polite instead of his usual horrible self. It didn’t help that he spoke about invisible smiling Drows. He was led back to his isolation chamber.

      Next morning he was taken to the Hangar that was completely restored by then and told that he is allowed to tell his entire story to the schoolkids on a field trip from a nearby elite school. Suddenly the hangar doors shut behind them and the room begins to fill with some Yellow Gas. He sees everybody around him panicking, coughing and falling and he gets a strange idea – since I’ve boasted complete control over him, I must be able to save him. He actually screamed out, visualizing me, not understanding that he was actually the only person in that room who would've been unaffected by the Gas. He’s already dead – if the Gas doesn’t dissolve his body, he can hold his breath forever.

      I broke my contact and slowly walked away. The Shades followed. I felt an immense sense of relief coming from that man. I still find him a disgusting piece of slime but I’ve got to admit – he did his part exactly how I told him to.

      Next – the teens laying on the ground. I walked up to a girl (all humanoids have similar features so I’ll assume this slender gentle-featured creature is a girl) who was laying with her eyes closed, knelt next to her and touched her forehead. One if the things I’ve learned from her is that she’s awake, another – her left elbow hurts. I said in a low voice, “When you decide to show that you’re awake, walk over to Dr. Nectar and ask her to treat your elbow.” Then I couldn’t resist a chuckle because my “unconscious” patient actually nodded. Next, next, next… One boy decided to be rebellious and asked me what do I think I’m doing and do I know who his Father is. I told him that I need to touch his forehead and it doesn’t hurt. He asked me if I’m a Doctor or anyone else authorized to handle Patients. I told him that I am definitely authorized to touch-scan anyone. By WHOM? By the Leader of this World. No, this won’t do! The Patient sat up, then got up with my help and started to walk around angrily. No, no, no! This is not how the things work! There must be a proper licensing procedure in-place. Anyone authorized to handle Patients must stand before the Board and prove his competence by passing an exam. Only then one can possibly do even something as simple as touch another person even for something trivial. How do I know what I’m about to do is actually trivial? Who certified me? This will not do! And I should be aware that a detailed report will be submitted to all the agencies with the powers of oversight. I looked around at the Shades and the Val’s Assassins. I’ve got to give them credit – they are spread out around the area and even though they are listening in on this diatribe and quietly chuckling, they are still looking over the field.

      Dr. Nectar briskly walked over probably meaning to save her patient from whatever horrible thing that he’s being put through. She stopped a few steps away, listened to the speech and then suggested a bit more laying down would be good for this one. I asked if all of his classmates who are now sitting up getting free entertainment are OK to do so. She said, yes but this one needs to lie down. Since the Patient totally ignored her advice, I reached out through Zombie-controls, stopped his Public Speaking exercise, touched his forehead getting all the data I need and commanded him to lie down and be silent for the next 3 minutes. Then I moved to the next person who asked me if I pacified that talker through hypnosis. Yes, something like that. The next patient asked me if the talker will be OK. Yes – he’ll be up and about by the time I reach the last of you.

      And so it was. The kids got up soon enough and I suggested we start getting to the Camp. Doctor said they aren’t strong enough for a walk so the Assassins offered to transport them via a Shadow-Jump. I told the kids that it’s a rather unique experience as they move literally within a time it takes to blink and most have agreed. I offered a ride on a Monster to the rest and when they saw our Phil they somehow preferred a Shadow-Jump. The Doctor with her staff and 2 of the patients still rode our Phil-ed up bus.

      The Camp was still just getting to their morning routines so when the entire Assassin Force showed up with a bunch of strangers and then Phil rode in with the Doctor, everybody assembled. As the newcomers looked at us in wonder, I sent an invitation to the Lab Chiefs to come out and, if possible, take their assistants. I promised a talk on the Other Worlds today – I deliver. Not the way I’ve intended but still.

      When everybody came, I started by welcoming our guests (stressing the word to tell everybody that these ones are going back) to the World Of Magic. “Your leaders have been telling you that your World is the one of Goodness and in this one there’s untold Evil and Perversion. You are the only people who actually got to learn the Truth. Just like yours, our World was created by whoever you call the Endowers. They have given you technologies to get you started – all the Equipment and Knowledge that Original Ancestors received in their Random Boxes got them started on the road that brought you to Genetic Engineering of Dragons. I know you are all kids of the Elite and several of you have actually been inside of the secret lab. Most of you know that as they were trying to push the Dragon into our Word, the Hangar got wrecked. Later I’ve send a Messenger to some Officials asking for them to stop their attacks and to develop some relations between us. I’ve offered to trade simple magic stuff for things we need. You also know that the man who came with you here, inadvertently fell into our World before. We used bits of our Magic and managed to send him back requesting 25 full clothing sets as a fee for services”

      One of the boys perked up, smiled and asked, “so you want us to go back naked?” I quickly said “NO” and then it hit me. Those World bosses are playing tricks with me. They are actually laughing at me. I began my first conversation with them by asking if the Yellow Gas we’ve sent before, wasn’t a good enough hint for them to stop bothering us. Only later we understood, that the Yellow Gas was sent to a different dimension, the one that first sent us Phil and then we got the Twins – Dar and Dara – from there. Those Twins are right