What was in front of me was a grumpy handsome man.
A blonde jacket with skin, if you're handsome, can be intimidating somewhere.
Look at that handsome guy and the space around him.
The space is well known, the type of space that has come many times.
It's the Spirit's room.
Then so is this guy in front of you.
"Tennessee, huh?
"Thank you, man. You are the first person ever invited by the Spirit."
"Really?"
"That's right. We're not supposed to be anywhere near the need for the great Spirit to invite us."
Am I right?
"How could you invite me here more than that?
"To advise you."
So Tennessee stared at me.
"Advice?"
"I hear you're doing a lot of things in me."
"Oh. I'm building a city in a dungeon right now."
"Who do you give permission to and do whatever you want"
"That's... sorry"
I had no other words and honestly apologized.
You're absolutely right.
Build a city in Tennessee, that's supposed to be the owner - or the person? I have to get permission to what?
Different muscles are this way, I honestly apologized.
"I'm sorry I did this on my own, I'm sorry. This is it."
"Well, I don't care."
"I don't care."
I laughed a little bitterly.
What does it matter if I call this far?
"But I warned you. I'll admit I'll do whatever I want this time, but not next."
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind for the liver"
……
……
The conversation broke off.
Silence flows, it becomes a strange air.
"Um..."
"How's my drop?"
"Huh?"
The moment I tried to ask, Tennessee said it in a wearing mood.
"Drop is when you defeat a monster."
"What else is there?"
Again, Guillaume, was stared at.
It's a difficult spirit.
"Amazing, though? For example, the matsutake on the ground floor, the drop itself, says it has a good shape and smell, which is very excellent."
"You mean this?"
Tenesin has offered with his palm facing upwards.
There's a matsutake on there, the most splendid form of matsutake I've ever seen.
Kun-kun.
"Yeah, the smell is great too. It's the finest."
"... to, do humans like this?
"Yeah? Well, yeah."
"Hmm! I can't believe you want this garbage. Humans are involved. I don't need this, so you throw it away."
That's what Tennessee said, and she pushed me into a mess.
I'm having trouble getting it now...... will Emily cook it later?
……
……
Silence flows again.
"It's about time..."
"What's the next good thing?"
Tennessee has said it again in a wearing mood.
"Huh? Oh... caviar or something. I've never had it before, but it's delicious."
"You mean this?"
I've offered flat palms upwards, just like I did earlier.
There was a mountainous caviar on the plate.
"Oh, yeah"
"Humans also know the bottom when they appreciate fish eggs like this"
"Ha..."
"I don't want this stuff, you throw it away"
That's what Tennessee said, and she pushed me like a maztake.
……
……
Three degrees, silence.
"Once I go home -"
"What else did you think was good?"
"... you."
I realize it would be strange for anyone if I could cover it three times.
As soon as I cut out to go home, Tennessee wears it and pulls the story off.
The act of putting something out of it, but pushing it against me.
And .
The phenomenon of being trapped in a dungeon after it disappears completely.
Combining them all, one possibility has emerged.
"Do you miss me?
"Bha-"
Tenesin's face turned bright red in an instant.
I drooled my sweat and desperately began to deny it.
"Said I miss you! Who do you think I am? One of the spirits who supports this world and conducts a handful of earthly dungeons. I miss this Tennessee, and I have enough evil pushes! This is why humans try to measure spirits with unsolicited objects, stupid, dumb, dumb..."
Wow.
Somehow, the mess was easy to understand.
Tenessin, who talks fast, makes it rather pathetic to point out that it's so easy to understand.
"Okay. I did something weird. I'm sorry."
"Heh, heh. You just have to know."
"... hey, there's one thing I need you to do, okay?
"Please? Every human being is rude enough to ask the Spirit for every favor. But I'm generous, so I'll just ask."
Oh, whoa.
Patienced to make me want to laugh bitterly, I "begged" Tennessee.
"Whoa! Master Satou"
When I came back outside the Tennessee Dungeon, a worried cell greeted me.
"You were all right"
"It's okay, just a little Tennessee called me"
"Oh my God."
"" "Whoa, whoa!
The carpenters around me raised a voice of amazement.
"I was invited by the Spirit."
With me back safely, the cell calms down rapidly.
He has heard in his usual calm tone.
"Oh, so, I've mounted a promise"
"Promise?"
"Floormaster, they're gonna let me take turns year after year"
"Oh, my God! That's Master Satou. How did you persuade the Spirit?
"I traded luxury ingredients to go to the shrimp every day."
"... what?
A decent cell, just a face that doesn't make sense.
Well, if I'm in a cell position, too.
That would have happened if I hadn't actually looked at Tennessee.