Just half a year ago, Wataru had been nothing more than a struggling freelance writer. The business trip to the Middle East now weighing on him was far beyond his comfort zone.
Lately, he had been meeting with more prominent figures, but negotiating with foreign billionaires and royalty—matters that could easily escalate into international incidents—was well outside his tolerance level.
Although dealing with nobility in another world had been taxing, there was a certain detachment he could afford due to the wholly different environment of the otherworld. On Earth, however, no such detachment existed.
How many times had he thought, Why am I having a conversation with a king as if we're equals?
Returning home, Wataru wanted nothing more than to take it easy for a while.
Lying down on his living room sofa, he let his body sink into it, exhausted. The familiarity of his home brought a sense of peace and relief.
