The morning after that I brought Durahan and the elf man, Mr. Iris, to the inn where we live.
Me and Lyla, who sent Reefa to the castle after breakfast, were still in the dining room.
On the dining room chair sits a slightly nervous faceted Mr. Iris, who is sitting in front of her is the master of this inn, Mr. Merck, with his arms still in his usual grumpy facade.
"So what are you talking about?"
"He wants me to live here for a while... I wanted to ask you..."
"Do you have money?"
Mr. Iris nods at Mr. Merck's words.
"Adventurer's, trying to take an exam"
She asked us about the adventurer at breakfast today, when Mr. Iris was supposed to be present.
I want to earn a living because I'm staying in the Kingdom of Hendil for a while. Apparently, the means she chooses will be an adventurer.
Having heard the story, Lyla and I decided to help her become an adventurer.
Lila is as kind as I was. [M]
I wanted to help because I overlapped myself with Mr. Iris when I first came to this country.
"Well... to a certain extent, you seem to have arms, so don't worry about that one"
... arms up, I guess that means Mr. Iris can fight too.
Somehow, I knew it felt strong, so I wasn't so surprised.
"If you're going to live there, don't take it personally. Pick the right room."
"Oh, uh, what's the lodging fee...?"
"Hmm? Right..."
Mr. Merck, who sees Mr. Iris at once.
Is that it? Does the accommodation rate depend on the happiness of the person staying?
It was three copper coins in fifteen days when I was there, and what will happen to Mr. Illis?
"Just a piece of copper in ten days"
"Huh?"
Duh, a piece of copper...?
Now that we understand the value of money in this world, it's too much of a price to break.
"Seriously, Mr. Iris..."
"Illis......"
Turn my sympathetic gaze to Mr. Iris.
What kind of life have you ever lived to be judged less fortunate than I am...
Is Durahan next door confused or grated?
"Well, I'm busy, so I'll be back. Tell me more about it."
Having said that and sighed troublesome, Mr. Merck walked straight to the back of the kitchen.
The remaining Mr. Iris turned to me blushing his face.
"Wow, wow, did I even do something wrong...?"
"No, you don't. As Merck said, you can stay here in ten days with a piece of copper coin."
"Liar! There can't be such a sweet story!?"
I know how that feels, but I feel a temper that doesn't line up from Mr. Iris right now.
Ha!? Human disbelief in the manipulation from the repeated Demon King Army...!?
"... it's okay. Mr. Merck looks like an intimidating woman, but he's a good man."
"Yeah, Kate, you're right, he's basically a bad mouth and attitude, but why is he such a good, nice guy to take care of?"
Lila says terrible things in plain sight, but you can't deny it though...
Somehow, I think he's a strange person, whose first impression is scary but when I deal with him, I know how good it is.
"Ho, is that true? You're not cheating on me, are you?"
"Yeah. You can believe it."
In the meantime, calm down and then slowly explain this inn.
"Oh, Mr. Merck makes breakfast and dinner, and if you ask in advance, he also makes lunch"
"... oh, well. So you just have to pay extra."
"No, you don't have to pay for the accommodation, do you?"
"... after all, am I hallucinating?"
Mr. Iris becomes negative again.
What have you really done by the time you get here?
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Having managed to calm Mr. Iris down, I am ready to head out to the guild, and I will travel to the front door with Schiff, Lime, and Durahan.
There are already Lila and Mr. Iris on the doorstep.
"Isn't that Kate, that Durahan you keep an eye on?"
"Now that's more of an observation than a surveillance. They don't remember, so let's try to keep the city warm and try to remember something."
"If that's the case, why don't you do it at the request of the Alliance?"
... So is that.
I look at Durahan standing blurry behind me, nodding at Lyla's words.
I know it's harmless as of yesterday, and maybe it'll inspire me to regain my memory.
"You want to help me with my job?"
!
It affirms well.
Looks surprisingly ridiculous.
Then the shiv jumping on my shoulder talks to me.
"Well, why don't you give him a name? It will always be hard to call in Durahan"
"Sure, but is that okay? You just have to have a real name..."
Before I finished, Durahan stuck to me with momentum and nodded with momentum that seemed to take his helmet off.
Well, you're better at eating than just now.
Are you glad you made that name for yourself?
"But Durahan... Hmm, how about Durah?"
……
He shakes his head sideways when he sifts.
Apparently, I don't like it.
Fine, I thought it was a cool name.
What shall we do then?
Durahan, Duran, Rahan, Delan, Yulan...... yeah.
"What about Yulan?"
!!
"Oh, you like it."
Then the name of this child is Durahan's "Yulan”.
As he grins bitterly at Yulan, who rejoices as he makes a noise with Gasha Gasha, Mr. Iris, who has been watching us since just now, speaks with an intriguing look.
"... you're an emotional demon. Is that your messenger?"
"No, yesterday. He was lost in the guild, and I was supposed to keep Tamer."
"I see... but..."
Mr. Iris' gaze is directed at Yulan.
"This demon is Durahan? I feel completely different from what I know..."
"What? That's..."
"Yes, yes, it's time to leave! The reception gets crowded in the morning!"
Lyla hastened to leave when she tried to ask Mr. Iris a question.
... I'm also curious to hear about Mr. Iris, but you'd better hurry first.
Again, open your bag and check your luggage.
"---Okay, I have it right"
One notebook behind the bag.
It's the diary I was writing when I was training, but I don't feel comfortable throwing it away, so I thought I'd use it for something else.
Then you wondered what was in my bag, Yulan, no! and peeks in with a movement.
Having smiled bitterly at Yulan for making such a childish move, I take it easy to look at the diary.
"This is your observation diary."
?
"It's okay, I won't write anything weird. We need to make sure everyone knows you're not in danger."
In a way, it's going to be tough today.
Mr. Illis' adventurer exam.
Durahan again, Yulan's observation diary.
And support to keep Reefa from wanting to go to the castle.
Even if we don't get rough requests, our daily routine becomes a rush.