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Outbreak Company: Volume 2
Outbreak Company: Volume 2
Outbreak Company: Volume 2
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Outbreak Company: Volume 2

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IS THAT REALLY A SPY?!
It's already been a few months since Shinichi came to Eldant, where dragons are commonplace and magic is real. His job is simple: spread otaku culture to the masses of this other world.
But of course, things aren't that easy (are they ever?). Eldant is in a state of war, and war includes espionage... so how will Shinichi and company deal with a spy in their midst?
Add that to his growing suspicions about his own government's motives, and Shinichi definitely has his hands full. Heavy is the head that wears the otaku crown...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJ-Novel Club
Release dateFeb 2, 2018
ISBN9781718301061
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    Outbreak Company - Ichiro Sakaki

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    Chapter One: Good Morning, Alternate World!

    My little sister looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes.

    Can I... sleep with you?

    For a second, my mind went completely blank. Her moist eyes were at once shy and inviting. Her hesitation showed in the trembling of her pale red lips and white cheeks.

    Only the most pure, the most unblemished of young women could have gotten away with this—it was basically their Secret Ultimate Technique. An instant kill. No man could resist it. No man would want to. I knew that, and yet half-reflexively, I tried to push back.

    D—

    Don’t be an idiot. What are you talking about?

    But I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words. My tongue, as if trapped by magic, refused to move.

    And then the little girl, clutching her pillow, went on, I can’t sleep... Can’t I please stay in your bed...?

    It was perfect. What else would a little sister carry when she came to her big brother’s room in the middle of the night? I simply couldn’t see any way out. Instead I just stood there, goggling.

    Dear sister, when did you get so... mature...?

    Big Brother... Her voice was pitiful and pleading. My resolve to turn her down instantly evaporated. She sprang those two words like a trap that left me with no escape.

    Big Brother, she’d said! Of course, she could have thrown in a nice curveball, called me Elder Brother or even just Bro or something. But sometimes the tried and true is best. I saw her killer technique coming from a mile away, and I still couldn’t defend against it. It was all I could do just to roll over so my back was to her and face the wall.

    Eh heh heh. She seemed to take my silence for acceptance. With my back turned, I couldn’t see what my little sister was doing. But I could intuit that she was laughing to cover her embarrassment and then climbing into my bed.

    Big Brother... Her whisper seemed to brush against my back.

    Dammit. I could see it now—see the trap I had fallen into.

    I knew how these scenarios played out. Sure, you get into bed together, but you don’t go right to being in each other’s arms. Maybe there’s an embrace, but it’s from behind. You’re in a narrow bed together, so you wrap your arms around the other person, feel their body heat. And then, when the time is right, they turn over. You realize you’re looking at each other from a distance so close you can feel each other’s breath...! It seems coincidental, yet inevitable. That’s what’s important. The touch of awkwardness is the ultimate testament to the girl’s purity. By turning my back to her... I had only played right into her hands!

    I didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything. The silence hovered between us. But I already knew how this was going to go. After a moment’s hesitation, she would say something reluctant yet resolute, like, This really isn’t right, is it? or, But Big Brother, I really... All followed by her big confession! That was the way it was supposed to go—it was practically tradition. I waited for the moment when I would accidentally find myself face-to-face with her. Waiting was all I could do.

    And then...

    Um... Say... Big Brother?

    Yeah, what? I tried to sound nonchalant. My heart had decided to pound as hard as it could. The sound of blood rushing around my body was deafening in my ears. Wasn’t there some way I could bring my pulse down? And then she said it.

    B-Big Brother, could... could I...

    What? Could you what? My voice was shaking. I was boiling with heat (not that I knew what that meant).

    Um...

    I could feel her breath against my earlobe. She was so close, and her breath was so soft. Ahh...

    And then she said...

    Could I tie you up?

    ...............saywhat?

    I instinctively looked at her, and my sanity returned.

    Wait a second, I groaned, who are you?!

    It’s true, I had a little sister. She was two years younger than me, sassy as hell, and she thought about as much of her older brother as a cowboy does of the snake in his boot.

    With parents like ours—our father a light-novel author and our mother a former writer-designer-programmer for ero games—you might expect that us kids would be 110% brainwashed otaku. But there’s another possibility, which is that as a form of rebellion, a kid might totally refuse any and all things geeky.

    In our house, I was the brainwashed one while my sister was the rebel. She didn’t much get along with any other member of the family, especially not me. Unlike our parents, whom she had to rely upon financially and legally for the time being, there was no disadvantage to her if she ticked me off. I hated how calculating she was about it. She didn’t want to get on the wrong side of Mom and Dad with her rebellious behavior, so she let it all out on me.

    Anyway, forget all that. The girl in front of me was definitely not my little sister.

    For starters, my little sister didn’t have silver hair. And her eyes weren’t green. In fact, this girl obviously wasn’t even Japanese. Jeez, self! Couldn’t you have noticed that a little sooner?!

    But, having been caught up in the utterly textbook sleeping-with-little-sister event, I hadn’t even taken that first, simple mental step.

    You’re stupid beyond belief, Kanou Shinichi! I’ve disappointed even myself this time! But forget about that, we’ve got bigger problems!

    Big Brother, how could you?

    Despite my self-proclaimed little sister’s wounded words, she was wearing a smirk. For some reason, her face appeared to be illuminated from below. It wasn’t quite clear where the light was coming from, but thanks to it I could see her sharp yet lovely features. And I could see she looked about as friendly as a Demon King.

    How could you forget your dear little sister?

    Suddenly the girl calling herself my little sister was standing proud on top of the bed, holding something in each hand—Ropes? Whips? I couldn’t tell—and looking down at me eagerly. Her features were well-balanced, but a youthful pudginess remained here and there—she was less pretty than cute.

    So, let’s summarize. A girl calling herself my little sister was standing above me with some kind of S&M accessory in each hand. She was definitely no little sister of mine.

    What kind of ero game was this?! Was she some crazy yandere type? Was this a one-way ticket to a bad ending? What kind of terrible fate would I bring down on myself if I didn’t consider my choices very, very carefully?

    All this was going through one corner of my mind, but the rest of me reflexively shouted:

    Forget?! Forget what?! I don’t have any little sister like you!

    Aw, that hurts, Self-Proclaimed Little Sister said, but all the same she advanced on me, tugging at her ropes in a way that produced a very distinct cracking sound.

    For what reason does she appear so practiced in these mannerisms? And... am I so scared that my internal monologue is using formal vocabulary?

    So, what am I to you, Big Brother?

    I can’t answer that! No, wait— Stop!

    Well, fine, she said, puffing out her cheeks. Okay, that was a little cute.

    No, stop! This is no time to be getting all moe!

    From this day forward, you can consider us your queen.

    W-Wait, whaaaaat?!

    How the heck did that work? For that matter, why was she suddenly talking so differently?

    We are automatically promoting you from Big Brother to Pig.

    H—How is that a promotion? No, hold on! Those ropes, they—they chafe!

    "You are one noisy pig. Don’t you know pigs say bonk bonk?"

    "No, they don’t! They say oink oink!"

    "But bonk bonk is such a good sound. It lets everyone know you’re a pig, including you."

    Don’t try to twist reality just for human convenience! You should be kind to the earth! And to me!

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    Shut up already, you obnoxious pig!

    What the heck is going on here?

    Before I knew it, I was tied up and rolling around on the bed. She was so quick. Impossibly quick. For that matter, why hadn’t I been able to resist?

    You’re only fit to be made into cup ramen, but we haven’t killed you yet. You can show your gratitude by kissing our foot as we awaken you with it!

    With that, Self-Proclaimed Little Sister—who I guess was now my silver-haired queen—raised her foot. There was a huge rumbling sound from somewhere, and she brought her foot down at me...

    ...and I woke up screaming, BOOOOOOOOOOOONK!

    Let’s be clear. I don’t mean woke up as some weird fetish euphemism. I just mean I was sleeping, and then I wasn’t.

    Oh... Oh, God... I sat up in bed, breathing hard. That had been a terrible dream in any number of ways.

    For starters, a little sister who comes into her big brother’s bedroom saying, I can’t sleep. Can I get in bed with you? is a creature that only exists in fiction. She isn’t physically possible, just the product of fevered adolescent fantasy. And we humans are buffeted back and forth between such phantasms and reality, and in the process, we grow up... (I’m too shaken to know what that means.)

    Um...

    Anyway, Shizuki never called me ‘Big Brother.’ Come to think of it... What did she call me? Huh? It’s almost like we went three years without having a real conversation...

    Um, Master?

    "N-Not that it would bother me not to have talked to her for three years! Er... Ugh, no, that’s just tsundere-ish self-deception. But seriously, I can remember it like it was yesterday—the times when Shizuki would follow me around, or cry when I had to go off to elementary school... Wait a second, I know it wasn’t yesterday, but how long ago was that?"

    Master, um... Breakfast is ready...

    Yeah... We haven’t had breakfast together in so long...

    It was only after this whisper had escaped me that I finally registered that I wasn’t alone in my room.

    Master...?

    At last, I saw the maid standing there. She was an absolute beauty, but her flaxen hair and indigo eyes pretty much screamed, not Japanese. Not least because when a Japanese girl puts on a maid outfit, it’s hard to avoid the impression she’s just doing cosplay, but this girl... It looked so right on her. The design of her dress was a little different from what you might call a true Victorian-era maid outfit—it left her pale shoulders exposed, and the hem of her skirt was a little short, coming to just above her knees. But it was a testament to her maid-liness that it still didn’t look even a little bit silly on her.

    Her outfit alone made her beautiful enough, but it was her confused, slightly lost expression that put the adorable icing on the cake.

    Her name was Myusel Fourant, and she was my maid.

    A shut-in otaku with a personal maid-san? It’s enough to make you want to know what kind of ridiculous ero game I was in. I’ve got to say, for a long time I was sure it was a dream, too. I was pinching myself every morning when I got up.

    Myusel seemed startled to see me shaken; she treated me as gently as a convalescent. But actually, it had been nearly four months since she had been assigned to look after me. We were pretty used to each other by now.

    Incidentally...

    The room I woke up in was super fancy, very different from the bedroom in my dream. Furnishings were minimal, just some lamps, but a huge, canopied bed sat in the middle of the room, a proud waste of space. There were, of course, no desks or bookshelves. This room was for sleeping and sleeping only—hence why the bed was the protagonist of the interior decor. But you mustn’t think this was merely a display of excess. Oh, no! The mansion I was in had so many rooms that if I didn’t specialize them like this, I would never have been able to use them all up.

    Anyway, never mind.

    Um... Myusel?

    Yes, Master?

    How much did you hear...?

    Um, she murmured, tilting her head like a little bird. Gaaah! Every little gesture she makes is just so cute! From about the part where you said ‘Who are you?!’ I guess.

    Yikes! I said that out loud? I was afraid my sleep talk had given away the contents of my nightmare.

    So I answered, ‘It’s Myusel,’ but...

    It didn’t occur to you that I was talking in my sleep?

    Oh. Was that all it was? Myusel said, a relieved look on her face.

    Wait a second—does she think I don’t know her name or who she is yet?!

    "Myusel, would I ever ask you who you are? We’ve lived in the same house for how many months now? Even my memory isn’t that bad."

    Oh, no, that’s not what I meant, Myusel said, shaking her head vigorously. Her long hair bobbed from side to side in time with the motion. When we had first met, her hair had been tied in twintails on either side of her head, but now she was wearing ponytails instead, leaving her pointy ears completely exposed.

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    Myusel, to put it bluntly, was not human. She had mixed blood, and her ears were the proof. Myusel had something of an inferiority complex about her heritage, and usually didn’t like people to see the reminders that were stuck perpetually to her head. She had lived her whole life until very recently keeping them hidden, in fact. The environment she’d been living in had made it necessary.

    But the environment she’d been living in hadn’t been my house. Once she realized that I wasn’t going to hold her birth against her, she frequently started wearing ponytails around the mansion. Unlike twintails, ponytails generally keep the hair from covering the face when you look down, so they make it easier to do things like cooking and laundry. Setting aside the practical benefits, though, the ponytails were also a sign of how much she had relaxed around me and the others who lived in this house. The thought gave me a little burst of pride.

    "You said I should be kind to the earth, and kind to you, so I wasn’t sure how

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