"Isn't this kimchi too salty and spicy?"

"HAH!!!"

"Y-you're not that kind of character, are you?!"

What does character matter when defending the spirit of the Korean people? Seizing the opportunity, I let out a satisfying "HAH!" at the top of my lungs.

The Tower Master might have medieval fantasy tastes, but even if she doesn't understand the deep flavors of Korean cuisine, shouldn't she respect the soul contained within the food?

"T-then could you maybe respect the 100-year history of the Purple Tower too...?"

When compared to the five-thousand-year history of the Korean people, that's like comparing a sheet of paper to a log.

I'm generally the type who doesn't listen to orders from those weaker than me.

"You're acting twice as strange as usual... Oh, this is delicious."

"Ah, you don't know? That's called 'soybean paste soup.'"

"...There's nothing weird in this, right?"

She seems worried that there might be hallucinogens in the food due to my continuous character breakdown.

But how could there be hallucinogens in virtual food created through illusion?

Hmm.

It felt like I'd returned to Earth, and that put me in a pretty good mood.

Even if all of this was just an illusion created by magic.

That's why my tension was high.

Nearly 20 years had passed since my sudden transmigration to another world.

After smelling medieval dung for 20 years, I was now walking through a properly realized Republic of Korea.

You'd have to be inhuman not to feel overwhelmed.

There was one more reason for my excitement. Korean DNA includes a function that makes us feel satisfied when young ones eat heartily.

And if that young one happens to be a foreigner, the satisfaction triples due to the national pride bonus.

Though the Master of the Purple Tower is supposedly older than me, she looks like a student.

As the rain of national pride fell on my soul that had dried up over 20 years, an indescribable sense of fulfillment welled up in my chest.

"This is mysteriously delicious too..."

The Master of the Purple Tower chewed while cutting the back ribs with a fork and knife.

Seeing her carefully tasting the food, I thought she really was a noble after all.

Aren't nobles generally gourmets?

Even in the unbalanced sight of her cutting ribs with cutlery, there was an elegant nobility.

There was a gentleness in the way her slender fingers applied pressure to the knife.

Just as one admires an actor's passionate performance on stage, there's a dignity in noble etiquette that captivates observers. It was pleasant to watch her eat.

So I manipulated the surrounding customers (NPCs) to compliment her.

"Woooow, that foreigner... she's eating so elegantly!"

"So this is what they call dignity! Argh! We commoners can never reach such a realm...!!"

"She's cute like a hamster. Could she be a celebrity—that is, someone engaged in entertainment as a profession who gains popularity among citizens and sometimes becomes an object of admiration?"

As praise poured in from around us, the Tower Master's ears heated up to an appropriate temperature.

In this world, there are those who dance when complimented and those who become awkward—the Tower Master was the latter.

Feeling self-conscious, she tried to act more noble, but the obviously aristocratic blonde foreigner from a minute ago was gone, replaced by a girl awkwardly handling a knife.

"Woooow, that foreigner... she's fidgeting so much!"

"I think I can hear her joints creaking! Argh! We commoners can never reach such a realm...!!"

"She's cute like a hamster. Could she be a hamster—a mammal belonging to the Cricetidae family, subfamily Cricetinae?"

The Tower Master tapped the table with her fork.

"S-stop it! You're doing this, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not."

"If it's not deliberate, why would someone dining next to us suddenly give a detailed explanation about a word like 'celebrity' that they've never heard before?!"

The fact that she stayed quiet while being praised but objected when I teased her was very characteristic of the Tower Master. Yuna, the Master of the Purple Tower, is still at an age where she craves praise.

A TRPG master must strike a proper balance between what they want to do and what the player wants. My original plan was to show the Tower Master the landmarks of the Republic of Korea.

If she craves praise, perhaps I should increase the ratio of compliments in future developments.

So I asked the Tower Master, who was taking a gulp of water after eating a piece of kimchi.

(She seemed to have grown to like it as she ate.)

"If you'd prefer, shall we make the next scene 'Suddenly I'm getting confessions from handsome men because of the pheromone ability I was given when I fell into another world?!'"

The Tower Master snorted water through her nose.

For the sake of the Tower Master's honor, I'll refrain from further detailed description.

"Pfft-cough, aaaagh...!"

Choking while consuming food with red pepper powder like kimchi causes severe damage to the nasal mucous membrane.

The Tower Master, her nose burning, pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a scream close to "kyaaang."

Thinking she might have been surprised by my sudden remark, I added an explanation.

"Originally, I set the theme of this experience as... Yuna's excitement and anxiety about falling into an unfamiliar world. While exploring a completely different civilization, she realizes how much it differs from her own world, but also discovers that some things remain unchanged. Then she reflects on the inherent value of humanity before returning to her original world."

"Cough, cough..."

"But I thought you might be more satisfied just having one-sided romantic encounters with handsome men."

"W-what do you take me for?! We can do that kind of thing later, for now... do what you want. There's something you want to show me, right?"

This person didn't deny the "getting confessions from handsome men" part, and even said we could do that later.

Isn't that a sophisticated after-request? I was quite pleased.

This world has many incomplete aspects. It will need a lot of testing, and having the Tower Master join me would be perfect.

Even apart from practicality, playing with the Tower Master was fun.

I answered with a smile.

"I'm already showing you what I wanted to show. The city lights, tables full of all kinds of seasonings, a day accompanied by exhaust fumes. What happens on top of that isn't important."

I simply needed a friend who could share the same appreciation.

Isn't that how games work too?

When recommending a game, how your friend enjoys it isn't the important point.

Whether they play with romantic ideals or extreme efficiency doesn't matter.

What matters is the fact that we're playing the same game.

I actually wanted the Tower Master to enjoy herself more.

"Is there anything you're curious about? Anything else you'd like to see in this world?"

"...I'd like to visit a clothing store."

"That's unexpected. You usually just wear your Tower hood. The seniors and I even had a bet on how many identical outfits you might have."

For reference, I bet on five sets. She gave the impression of wearing one each day Monday through Friday and washing them all together on the weekend.

Perhaps taking this as a challenge to her femininity, the Tower Master was indignant.

"I have other normal clothes too!"

"Then why don't you wear them?"

"Because it's embarrassing...!"

I thought she had plenty to be embarrassed about.

"Alright, let's go together."

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"Um... do people in your world wear such... indecent things...?"

"Hmm..."

The resources for the Republic of Korea implemented through illusion magic come from my mind.

In other words, I can't create things I don't know or haven't seen.

I have a basic understanding of what modest women's clothing looks like, trained through the hellish three-hour shopping waiting sessions with my ex-girlfriend.

But I'm not knowledgeable enough to fill an entire department store with clothes. So I had to make a choice.

Should I copy-paste the same clothes to fill the space?

Or should I fill the empty space with... "other knowledge"?

I chose the latter. Even if it wouldn't be used later, having something is always better than having nothing.

There was also some cold calculation involved. Department stores tend to cause dizziness and confusion in those with low feminine power. Disoriented targets will say "let's stop looking at clothes and see something else" and escape from the department store.

Calculating the Tower Master's feminine power based on how she carelessly throws her socks around, I expected her to be overwhelmed after just two shops.

I thought she'd say, "S-so clothes from another world are like this, hmm..." and suggest we go finish eating chicken instead.

But the Tower Master conquered six stores, which was the extent of my knowledge of "modest women's clothing." From the seventh store onward, I filled the space with "immodest women's clothing."

Garments that stir men's hearts.

Things like reverse bunny suits, band-aids, slingshots, bikinis, and feather bunches.

"These aren't mainstream clothes. They're for the bedroom..."

"Sleepwear? Some of them look uncomfortable to sleep in though?"

"They're for when two people move together in bed..."

"......"

The Tower Master put the Santa costume she was holding back on the rack.

She seemed to finally understand why there were slits in the underwear.

"I'll wait in front of the store."

I made an emergency escape from this situation where any misstep could be considered sexual harassment.

After I left, the Tower Master came out about three minutes later.

While I say "I" left, this world is an illusion created by me. This means the entire world is in the palm of my hand, and I can observe everything happening within it as if looking through a window.

I pretended not to see the Tower Master picking up extremely sexy underwear and examining it with great interest.

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We tried various other things afterward. I had her play StarCraft, a folk game embodying the spirit of the Korean people.

(She said she learned strategy before being expelled from her family, and her skills were remarkably good.)

We also had some seafood pancake with makgeolli.

(The implementation of intoxication isn't working yet, so we couldn't get drunk.)

When the topic of how such tall buildings could be constructed in a world without magic came up, I gave a brief science lecture.

"So you're saying that matter is assembled from tiny particles... and this Earth is just a speck of dust in an absurdly vast emptiness called the universe?"

"Yes."

The Tower Master, struck directly by modern science, fell into a dazed state.