Although I Am Only Level 1, but with This Unique Skill, I Am the Strongest

"No, I don't know what to explain from."

Clint, who called, had creased between his eyebrows and laughed bitterly as he wished.

The cell flattens next to it, praising Emily.

"Excuse me, where is this tea leaf? Delicious in the top 3 for the rest of my life."

"It was a tea shop in the city. It's just regular tea."

"Oh, my God! So this flavor... Mmm, that's what I just said about Mr. Satou's people"

Cell is very happy with the tea Emily was in and frightened of that Emily.

Put that aside for a second, and I turned to Clint.

"Do you know about Master Stem?

"No."

"What about this?

Clint took a single note out of his nostalgia.

Currency of this world, Pyro. It's the biggest 10,000 piro note in denomination.

"Money. That, like, special money or something?

"No, it's a regular 10,000 pyro. Stem's parents are producing this."

"... to?

I didn't know what I was talking about for a moment and I gave a dumb voice.

Everything in this world is dropped by dungeon monsters. I remember when I heard that even money was a dungeon drop before, I was surprised and half convinced.

This time it was more than a surprise.

... I'm surprised because I already understand what Clint is saying somewhere.

"Produce it... you mean money?

"You're right. The dungeons that drop banknotes are managed by the Stems."

"It's Chief Okubo..."

It wasn't all about oil money, so to speak, money money (,,,).

If that story is true, the man's home in front of him is practically in control of this world.

"Exactly."

Clint said even more with a smile on his face about what he was thinking.

"You can't refuse if that's the kind of person who tells you to give up your seat as president of the association."

"That's right..."

Next to this one telling a serious story, Cell and Emily were thrilled with a different story.

Cell took one doll after another out of his nostalgia.

It's a hand-sized doll.

I'm putting that on the table and showing Emily.

"This is Satou in hand-to-hand combat, this is Satou in long-range sniping, and this is Satou in the Dungeon Master class who really means it"

"It's amazing, it looks just like it!

"Why are you making that stuff!

I plunged into the grandeur.

I had all the hand-sized dolls.

Look at the dolls like they are in Akihabara's - I mean figures, but they are amazingly high quality and high enough to go by even if I'm magically smaller.

"That, of course, is because I respect Master Satou. Dear Satou when this is Selene, Dear Satou when this is Aurum. Master Satou when this helped Miss Margaret..."

"It's a stalker!

Something ran up my spine all at once.

I don't mind sniper specs for melee fights yet, but what I'm making up to a particular situation is jumping across the line at sound speed.

"Wait, the rest are not stalkers or anything. I was simply impressed by Lord Satou's actions."

……

I saw the cell with my zito eyes. That's what all stalkers say.

"True. … all of this is a sight when Master Satou helps people in need"

"Mmm."

Cell speaking in his true face, he recalled his dialogue: "There were those in need and there were those who had the power to help".

"This is just how Satou-sama is shaped."

"... well"

Maybe so.

You're going a little too far, but maybe you are.

"Does Mr. Yoda help people, too, Cerberus?

"No matter, it's the only way..."

Something bean-shaped came to the ground from the hand of the cell trying to get a new figure.

It's not a figure, it's like a jewel.

"It's a slime tear."

At a glance, Emily, I get it, too.

At the previous Harvest Festival, we responded to a request, and that's why I remember.

"This is different."

Cell hastily snapped it into her nostalgia.

……

…………

"No way. That's..."

"No, I didn't refuse to replace Satou at the harvest."

"A stalker -!!

Definitely already, this guy is a stalker.

100% unquestionable stalker.

Cell stalkers were exposed and the salon was often surrounded by subtle air.

After a while, the cell coughs up the gophone, cutting it out as if nothing had happened.

"I'm going to be a mess in this city for a while. As president of the association, I may ask Satou for your help."

"Oh, oh."

"I don't know what to thank you for, but this mansion, and the three properties that Master Satou is contracting for. Buy them all away -"

"Please don't."

Stopped Cell's words on the way.

"Hmm? Stop it, what?

"There's no reason for you to have that."

"No, this is"

"I'm not in trouble."

Simply, briefly, stare into the eyes of the cell and say.

Anyway, if you want to do something and get paid, if you're having trouble with something and you want help.

If it's not either of them, there's no reason to have it.

In retrospect with Cell's words, he pulled back with a bitter face.

"Well, you're right, Master Satoh."

"That's terrible."

"But I was in trouble. I've come to this city because of the rest, and I want to connect with Master Satou at all."

……

I'm in trouble with that word.

"That's right! Will you deliver Satou's drops every day?"

"Drop?"

"Mm-hmm. The rest of my sister I came with is gourmet. He's just a predator... but if Master Satou knocked down a monster and made him drop it, he should be satisfied. Looks like double the market, so every day!

"... Hmm"

I thought about it. I put my hand on my chin and thought.

"If that's what you're talking about... ok"

"Is that true!

Cell that will be thrilled to have you accept the proposal.

"I knew you looked just like Cerberus."

Emily stings, but I agree with the trouble.

Sounds like a stalker, but I was having a hard time picking that up and feeling complicated.

Cell and Clint, who left the Lyota Mansion, were on the Stem family carriage.

said Clint, smiling bitterly as he sat across from the cell.

I didn't expect you to say no to the mansion.

"So you deserve respect. Master Satoh is still Mr. Satoh."

Clint was secretly surprised.

Because a man named Cell in front of me, a man holding the source of gold in this world, seemed to have earnest respect for Lyota.

No matter what I said, in my stomach I was going to leave the mansion talking about...... He was unexpected and greatly surprised.

But Clint thought that was okay.

Cell's purely coveted glance convinces him.

That thanks to Lyota, Cyclo got a powerful back shield, above all at a time of need.

Clint was convinced.