I’m Sorry For Being Born In This World!

Chapter 21. A Report On The Undying

The scenery quickly changed outside the window. We left the forest that we were in, and a giant plain appeared before us.

Honk--

After the horn sounded, an announcement by the captain rang through the train cars.

[Thank you for boarding. This train is headed for Hope, and it has departed from the station Kuboren, Kuboren station...]

Thanks to Necro buying the entire carriage for ourselves, it was quite spacious and nice inside. This is what trips are supposed to be like. Thanks to this being the VIP room, there was quite a lot of space inside. I decided to let Necro take the room in front of mine. Who knows? The man might snore.

“Hah!”

The saint leaned back the two chairs and lay down. Since it took eight hours to get to our destination, Volez, it seemed that she was going to sleep.

“I get to have such nice treatment thanks to Mr. Murderer… I must’ve acquired quite a bit of positive karma… heh.”

You’re kidding me. The saint pretty much melted into her seat. She almost looked like a cat in that position.

“.......”

“What’s with the lewd eyes?”

“The soldiers are all traveling while standing up, and here you are lying down like a lazy pig. How about you try doing a handstand for the rest of the trip out of atonement?”

The saint made an annoyed face at my kind advice.

“Would the soldiers feel more comfortable if I did a handstand? No. I’m corrupted through and through.”

“Demon.”

“I’m gonna go to hell anyway, so I might as well enjoy life now.”

“In any case, give me the documents I need to see.”

I saw one of the soldiers hand the saint a document before getting on the train.

“You’re quite the workaholic, Mr. Murderer.”

The saint began to move her bare feet. I was wondering what she was trying to do with it until she managed to dig out the document with her foot. This girl, she doesn’t even want to sit up?

“Here it is. The updated information on the Warrior.”

“Smells like feet.”

“Does not. Are you sure you aren’t mistaking the smell of flowers for smell of feet? Here, indulge in the smell.”

I dodged as she tried to rub her feet into my face. Feels like her treatment of me has worsened recently… I’m acting a lot bubblier than usual to fit her personality, but I’m still a murderer… I took the document and looked down. The saint’s skirt slid up, creating a crack that allowed me to see some sensitive areas.

“I can see everything.”

“Don’t care about you seeing it.”

The saint responded dryly and rolled towards the window.

“......”

Students these days can be quite scary. Thank god she’s not treating me like a bag of trash. I took out the document from its container. The first page had the word “classified” stamped onto it, and the next page had a picture of a blonde teen on it. He looked like…

A model who exercised vigorously. The name of the person was Romeo Smith. AKA “The Warrior”. He was one of the key members of the hero’s party, and he worked as a tank. In the document, or rather, report, was detailed information on his stats, achievements, and items.

Let’s… check out his stats first, shall we? When I turned to the next page, the Oracle created a copy of the status page in front of me.