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

Evening vanadium, mansion salon.

Sakura, who returned home, came here in a straight line from the transfer room.

There was Emily in the room, and she was cleaning the salon.

"I'm home, Emily"

"Welcome home."

Emily stops cleaning her hands and turns back to Sakura from body to body.

"I'll make some tea or something."

"Uh, fine, fine. Leave me alone, Mr. Emily. Do what you want."

"Really?

"Yeah. More than that. Is your uncle back yet?

Sakura looked around inside the salon.

The Lyota family has one characteristic.

It is characteristic that most people gather in this salon if they glance at bedtime and on the go.

Every mansion that Emily maintains and manages is a bright and warm space, but the salons for these people to gather in are out of group.

So if we wake up in the morning, if we go home in the evening - and we all come together here naturally.

That is no exception, and I can even say that he is the one who takes the initiative to come here.

Sakura looked around at the salon, saying that Sakura had not yet returned.

"Yoda is your job."

"Your job?

"Yes, I'm making a dungeon. Probably..."

That's what Emily said, spilling a slightly more complicated grin.

"- I don't think I'm going back today."

"Again?

In contrast to Emily, Sakura makes a clear, flashing face.

Yes, sir.

"Damn, that guy is always..."

Sakura on your face.

Even Sakura, the most newcomer, is well known for his worker holics.

Calculate work-related calculations on the 31st day of the month.

I've seen Sakura "impossible" many times already, even since she transferred.

I wonder if it would be a good idea to be stunned.

"Do you want me to bring you back?"

"Hmm, I think it would be better if it stayed that way today"

"Are you sure?

"Yes. Yoda, that sounded like a lot of fun."

"Sounds fun."

"I've been working so hard, Mr. Yoda, and I was desperate to be cornered somewhere"

"You were."

"This time it didn't and it looked a little fun. So I think it would be better if it stayed that way."

"Hmm. If that's what Mr. Emily is like, that's fine."

Sakura, whose option of taking him home was extinguished, sat still somewhat in her seat on the couch.

"Do you know what my uncle's doing in the dungeon?

"The guide movie," he said, "makes"

"Guide movie?

He said, "To teach you how to attack even if you're weak."

"I see..."

Sakura snorted once, feeling convinced.

"Oh, no."

"Yes?

"I think my uncle will probably make him a TAS level guy when he does it. RTA, and it has to be a stabilization chart."

"Ha..."

Emily couldn't possibly have understood the story of another world, but also of a more profound genre in that world.

Sakura guessed it.

"I mean, it's not what my uncle can do, it's what Mr. Margaret can do, but it has to be."

"I see."

"'Cause that's more like it. It's better to do a guide movie, Mr. Margaret, not your uncle."

"That's enough, Mr. Yoda."

"To?"

"Yoda, you look great."

"... well, maybe so"

Sakura, which took the form of an unexpected curse, decided to affirm it as it was.

"But your uncle is too strong, so you should still be Mr. Margaret. That must be a weak man. My uncle already has the same abilities, but his experience is top-level, so he's too strong to be worthy."

"Well, that's true."

Emily was light-hearted by the talk of lifting the lady.

"So... Emily will bring your uncle home. Mr. Margaret was right to do it."

"Right. Okay, sir."

Emily stopped her cleaning hands and went outside Stasta and the salon.

I stopped my leg once around the entrance, against the sawdust over my back.

"Thank you."

Then I went out into the hallway and headed to the transfer room.

"Damn, I'm immersed in work as soon as I'm distracted."

Though it is a foolish sarcasm with a grumpy tone.

No one saw that look, not even a lot, that's what it was.