CH 71

Chapter 71.

The Republic of Mallorca Island

It is a small island of about 3,640 square kilometers in the Mediterranean Sea, a nation that became independent from Spain twelve years ago. It is a tiny nation, smaller than Nara Prefecture and a little larger than Tottori Prefecture.

[TLN: Nara and Tottori are prefectures in Japan if you did not know.]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tottori_Prefecture https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nara_Prefecture ]

In the center of the island, one of the only 47-left main dungeons in the world is the "Mallorca Resort Dungeon / Zero-Grade."

This dungeon is famous for having unique features.

Several cities are scattered throughout the field from the first to the fifth tier, and inside the protective walls surrounding the cities is a world where civilians can safely spend time in a safe area where monsters can't enter. [TLN: This kinda reminds me of Singeki no Kyojin.]

[I can't believe I'm living with a beautiful woman under the same roof .......]

"Ah, good morning, Chigo."

"Ho-oh. ...... good morning."

Chigo, dressed as usual in hot pants, camisole, and underwear, comes down the stairs. She was sleepily stretching and sagging at the same time.

As usual, her sleeping habits are still fuzzy, and her erotic bangs are bouncing around in places.

Chigo's nose twitched as she smelled the aroma of bacon, burnt bread, and corn pottage from the dining table.

She sat down at the dining table.

"Chigo, I'm going to school now. After you eat breakfast, make sure you soak your plate in water, okay? Bacon grease is very persistent."

"Yes, yes, all right! Then, let's eat."

"Well, I'll be on my way."

"Go on then!"

Chigo lightly waved her hand to Tenji as she sipped hotly from her cup of corn pottage.

After talking to her, Tenji leaves the house carrying his bag from the sofa.

In foreign countries, people usually stay at home with their outdoor shoes. Of course, the custom on Mallorca Island is also the same.

Tenji left the house and straddled his mountain bike, parked near the front door.

He started to pedal briskly and set off towards the school.

The cityscape reflected in his sparkling eyes as if he had wandered into some other world.

In the suburbs where Tenji lived, there has not been a very active expansion project. The construction of single houses decorated with brickwork and white tiles has been going on for years to keep the original appearance of the dungeon.

That's precisely the kind of tradition you don't see in Japan. It was a cityscape similar to Rothenburg in Germany, called the jewel of the Middle Ages.

"The air, the streets, everything feels ...... fresh and inviting." Tenji talks to himself.

A week had passed since Tenji, and Chigo arrived on Mallorca Island.

Even though the cityscapes were familiar, he felt out of place.

The air is so fresh that you can't compare it to Tokyo's muddy air.

That's why he feels comfortable riding his bike through this town first thing in the morning.

While enjoying such a city, Tenji was heading to the school located in the middle of the town. When he came to a slightly larger street, he slowly stopped his bicycle in front of a certain mobile car cafe.

The kitchen car, with its round shape and light blue paint, is known as one of the most popular cafes. It was still early morning, so no people were waiting in line.

"One lemonade, please!"

Tenji spoke cheerfully to the serious uncle who was busily preparing the food in the car cafe.

The uncle looks back at the voice he has heard every day for the past week and replies bluntly.

"Oh, it's you again. Don't you get tired of ordering the same thing repeatedly?"

"It's not my fault that you make such good lemonade.".

"That's a good point, kid. Here,....... this is for you. You can have it at school."

Tenji pays with Mallorca Island's electronic currency, and the stern-looking man at the café gives him a glass of lemonade and a sandwich filled with ham and vegetables.

"Are you sure?"

"Take it. Don't worry about it. It's a small service to thank you for coming all week."

"Thanks! I'll come back tomorrow too!"

"Oh, good luck at school."

Tenji smiled, waved at the man in the apron, put the sandwich in his bag, and started pedaling again.

Sometimes he would satisfy his thirst with lemonade while he rode the bike to school, 40 minutes away.

To purchase something in Mallorca, one would need electronic currency. Cash was not accepted in this country.

If you are an ordinary resident, you will be given a special card for payment. When you touch the card to the reader with your resident permit to prove that you are a resident of this area, the payment will be completed automatically.

However, suppose you are a student in Mallorca Escuela or a member of a state-run institution. In that case, you will receive a separate card, the only one you need to pay with.

In Tenji's case, various functions were built into the student ID card, allowing him to do many things with a single touch.

In Chigo's case, the payment function was built into the teacher's license card.

And that was how the economy of this country ran.

Thanks to this unique main dungeon, the economy was highly developed. It is a cutting-edge nation with remarkable scientific and technological development. This is rare in this day and age.

Since the outbreak of dungeons 23 years ago, the old days of ever-increasing science and technology were already in decline. This is because all countries began allocating more funds for dungeons and dungeons research. Other scientific advancements were made secondary to it.

"Hmm, I'm still getting used to ...... this."

With that, Tenji gently touched the sky-blue ear cuff on his ear.

Technically, this was not a fashionable accessory to be called an ear cuff.

Developed several years ago here in the Republic of Mallorca Island and sold in limited quantities only in certain countries and regions, it is the latest translator that combines science and dungeon resources.

The product is called "Orellia" and is known to be the only translator in the world with a time lag of fewer than 0.0001 seconds. It is as small and comfortable as an ear cuff, supports about 7099 languages and almost all dialects, is completely waterproof, has passed numerous strength tests without difficulty, and can be used continuously for three years with the energy of a single first-grade magic ore. It is known to be the best translator in the world.

This was very useful in a country like Mallorca, where human resources come from many countries.

Tenji gently touches the button on Orelia on his right ear once.

"'Changed to [Dual voice] Other language--Japanese translation' mode." A mechanical announcement was made.

When you change the mode to this, the foreign language spoken by others will be played in your ears first, followed by the translation in Japanese. This is the mode setting for people who want to actively learn another language and understand them easily.

And there is one more thing--

"'[Eliminate] other language voices-----Japanese translation' mode."

He pressed the button on the ear cuff again and heard an announcement that the setting had been switched.

This was the typical Orelia setting and one of the reasons why people all over the world were looking for it.

Orelia shuts out the direct voice of the speaker, such as in English or Spanish, so that it does not reach the wearer's ears. With a time lag of 0.0001 seconds, Orelia delivers a voice in translated language to the ears in the same quality as the speaker's.

Therefore, when Tenji uses this mode, he only hears Japanese.

"I knew it would be ...... weird to see a goofy foreigner speaking fluent Japanese. But, well, ...... it's great."

It was no wonder Tenji felt this way.

Almost 100% of Mallorca Island residents wore these. Still, if you look around the world, only a tiny minority could get them, and they were extremely rare.

The fact that production has not kept pace with the market and that it is terribly expensive made it uncomfortable for Tenji to have such a substitute in his hands. After all, he was poor like a few months ago.

It is said to cost several million yen to buy one.

Of course, Tenji did not buy it himself, nor did Chigo.

It was given to them when they entered Mallorca Escuela, along with a student handbook and a new uniform.

On Mallorca Island, students are in a privileged position in some way. Tenji, he was treated way more than he could ever afford.

"Whew ...... one more breath!"

As he was thinking about this, Tenji had already reached the city district in the middle of Sa Pobla.

From here, he continued up the hill on the wide main street, and the school appeared just at the end of the road.

Tenji takes a small sip of lemonade in his mouth as he faces that hill, and then he pedals up it in a single bound, standing and pedaling.

He pedaled briskly past the brick and pretty-colored tiled buildings and kept a sidelong glance at the morning shopping and the bustling morning market in the shopping district.

The city of Sa Pobla was full of various foreign nationalities, but thanks to Orelia, everything was heard in a language he could understand.

Tenji could hear all sorts of conversations about what was going on in the next town over, how they had seen a second-grade monster nearby, how fresh seafood and vegetables had arrived, how the students from Mallorca Escuela were doing, and so on.

It was a conversation that was all unfamiliar in Japan and unique to this Mallorcan country.

Even though he had gotten used to it in a week, Tenji still finds the scene amusing.

"Okay, here we aree."

Tenji stops his bike in front of the school gate with a hopeful smile.