Black Summoner

- On the road to the Spirit Song Pavilion

"Well, welcome aboard."

Leave the absence of the mansion to Eli. I was half forced to take Serra and the others to the Spirit Song Pavilion tavern. That said, training fatigue can't be so easy to heal, and you walk to support the black wand again. As an S-class adventurer, this didn't look good, so I'll ask Effil to lend me a shoulder around leaving the mansion's garden. This doesn't even look like he was injured in honor by a heavy battle with a piece of neck skin. Probably.

"Serra, I'm pretty excited, but you're not supposed to be good at booze..."

"I don't drink, do I? But I love the festive atmosphere!

I get drunk every time I lose the vibe. And I'm in a critical situation, so I can't wait.

"Tomorrow is an important day, but I'm sorry. I'm in Kerr. I couldn't stop Selah..."

"Um, I heard it was a dinner party... not today if it was a feast"

Effil, Lion. You are my last conscience. Honestly, if you drink even alcohol in this state, you fall on the spot.

"What are you talking about, both of you! It's an important day, and this is not how you go about morale!

"Hmm! I couldn't take a drop today. I was wondering if I'd enjoy myself!

"Uhm! Me too. Fun. Mmm."

Gerard, you've already had a few drinks. Luca on the shoulder sounds like she enjoys imitating Gerrard, but Lu Rhythm is slightly suspicious. It's like you're drunk.

"Hey Gerard. No way, you're not letting Luca drink, are you?

"There's no way I'm going to let Luca, who's important to me. Apparently, he stumbled on an alcoholic pound cake made by Effil. At this rate ever since."

"I'm sorry. It's my mistake. I think I ate the prototype I put on the table in the cooking area...... I'm not going to work like this, so I'm going to take you with me on Mr. Gerrard's intentions"

"Oh, you know what... the alcohol in the cake wouldn't be a big deal, but we'll take good care of it."

"I know. I'm gonna pull it up in my sleep."

Well, if Luca is the number one Gérard, is that safe around there? I'll keep an eye out for Serra next to Effil. So I didn't try it well.

"Dear Sir, is it true that there is that legendary dish 'Curry' in the Spirit Song Pavilion!?

... so I don't have a good try.

- Spirit Song Pavilion/Tavern

"Claire! I'm here. Yo!

An inn as familiar as Kelvin's mansion, the Spirit Song Pavilion. It's like home to us, and Sella treats Mr. Claire as if she had come to see her real mother. Neither do I. Everyone else seems to visit frequently.

"Whoa there you are, I've been waiting for you! What's wrong with you, Kelvin?!?

"No, just take a little adventure home"

I was crossing the most dangerous bridge here. And the voice of this prestigious Mr. Claire, it's really not going to change here.

"Yes, Claire! I've been fishing for more than my arm!

Remove the fresh seafood from the bag carried by Serra. I've been wondering what was in there since I left the mansion, but was it a souvenir to Mr. Claire?

"Well, this is a good life again. I'm always sorry, Serra."

"It's okay. Too much fishing and we can handle it...... but Claire has something to take care of!

You just saw a chill melfina. I didn't mean to.

"Well, let me put more on my arms too and judge you! Effil-chan, help me."

"Yes, sir, then I'll go"

"Oh, come back as soon as you can..."

Drop off Mr. Claire and Effil disappearing into the cooking area. Oh, my few consciences...

"I see, you make seafood curry"

I don't think so.

"Hey Kelvin, your seats are this way!

"Ah, Mr. Wold."

The person making the invitation was Mr. Wold. We rarely meet at the Spirit Song Pavilion, but you're drinking in a liquor store rarely today. Besides, it's the wind that knew I was coming. If you look around often, there are quite a few adventurers you're used to seeing.

"I'm in Kerr, even in that seat. Go?"

"Come on, don't be in such a hurry"

You cared, and Lion guided me as I grabbed and supported my arm. It even takes care of acting to avoid becoming unnatural. Brother, I think I'm going to cry.

Mr. Wold was designated a large table seat. All my people will be able to sit down on this. Sit in a chair whining "snuggly" in your heart. Dad, what's that smell? That's how bad my ankles suck. I want to stay down at the table like this if possible, but whatever it is, I'll put up with it.

"Lord Gerard and Serra's lady told me. You're celebrating a big day, aren't you? Our regulars are gathered to celebrate you, waiting for you to arrive. You can't start without the star!

"Sounds like it. I just heard it too."

"Mm-hmm. It's not a surprise. Washi and Sella planned it!

"Good luck!

I'm happy with the feeling. I'm so happy, why on this day when I'm exhausted! Gerrard and Serra don't know what the training is about, so it's something I can't do in a way... let's just say I'll take it honestly here.

"Come on, it's time to start! Claire, get the booze ready!

"You do it yourself! I'm busy cooking!

"Oh, yes."

Mr. Wold walks to the cooking area with his voice. You're completely laid on your ass. As the other adventurers who saw it help to prepare themselves, Mr. Wold's expectations can be questioned.

"I'll give you a hand too..."

"Mr. Kelvin, please sit down! We're coming for a chat!

"Yeah, well, let the star help you. You don't have our stand-up."

My junior adventurer stops me. It turned out to be helpful because it would not be a force for war where it stood. I have to thank you later. With that in mind, Effil came in with a cup of drinks instead with two of the adventurers.

"Master, this will sound like alcohol tomorrow..."

"Is this - grape juice? Thank you, Effie."

"It's a feast, but tomorrow when I get hungover, I don't have an ex or a child."

"Effil, hey, I like juice too. Is it over there?

"Oh, I'm juicing too!

If you think about it, can't our women barely drink alcohol? Looks like Melfina's changing it every time she cooks.

"What does Master Mel do?

"Right. Shall I get the same thing?"

And with everyone's cooperation, the banquet is prepared without delay, and Gerard takes the head of the toast. Luca, who was a maid of honor, broke into it and started out in disorder, but it also quickly settled down and became the usual drinking. A familiar adventurer or Mr. Wold's party came to pour alcohol, but I tell him about tomorrow's game and say no anyway. Luckily they all seemed to fully understand and gave me a break with juice instead of booze.

Serra also pinched her seat with me and Lion, and she's not drinking at all because she's blinding her eyes. From time to time, he exudes with juice that seems fun. I don't think Serra's going to attack me today.

"Let me hear you talk about the fierce battle in the Elf Forest later properly. It's a promise, Mr. Kelvin!

"Then I'll speak for you."

"Hey, don't."

With black history poked and the feast seats halfway, Luca says it's time to sleep. A group of parties came into the tavern when they tried to instruct Gerard to take Luca to the mansion.

"Ahem? It's full here too."

It was the man of the beast who made the first sound. He keeps beast ears like dogs on his head. I get a sharp eye and a terribly belligerent image.

"Nagua, everywhere is like this the day before the promotion ceremony. It's our responsibility to arrive at such a time. The guild is just preparing the inn, if you don't want to."

This is an elf woman. It feels intelligent as opposed to an animal man. But it's rare to see an elf in Pars.

"You're hungry..."

"Sylvia, you're almost there, so bear with me"

"That said, my belly is about to be the limit..."

Two girls and a Dwarf man who came in from behind that again. Hmm, Sylvia?