Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

"- So I'm going to go to a whorehouse in the West Side..."

Tell Grace and the others where to go by surrounding the seating table in the Japanese room.

I don't know what to say, don't be weird. There's nothing to be backward about, but the place is the place.

I'm just gonna go talk to him, and he's my age, so he won't have a problem with it.

"Walking along the West End with this facial touch involves me first. Everybody better not be accompanied."

Sheila says. Well...... I guess so. We're going to talk about it, and I've never gotten past avoiding trouble.

"Okay. Be careful on the road."

Grace nods quietly. When my gaze matched, I was smiled at.

I have four fiancées. It's me. Though I thought they would say a little more about women's relationships.

"It's okay."

Claudia chuckles at you for reading something from my expression. I guess that means I trust you...... Yeah. Don't feel tighter than being stabbed in the nail.

Not only Claudia, but Ashley also comes to grin. I don't know... I feel slightly embarrassed and scratch my cheek. Though Mallane has the impression that the whorehouse doesn't know what it is.

"When are you going out?

"Because Mr. Miriam is supposed to come to the house. After we talked about Dexter."

"You set up a store in the East Side, right?"

"He said. It's just... Dexter could be doing some research on Miriam's trends. I think we need to keep some security on the store side until things settle down."

Even if you don't stand in the way of commerce that stands out… for example, throwing stones in or setting fire to it, and to that extent, it could be done.

"Then me and Lavine will hit the guard"

"I'm coming with you."

Ashley and Illumhilt? There's nothing wrong with both defenses and foes.

"Put Cadkeus on you two. I am in a state of liberation."

Grace says. When that happens, the waiting group at home serafina to Grace, Mallane and Claudia. And Cecilia and Michaela.

It's hard to imagine a bunch of bandit guild entanglers coming into my house cutting in the front... some residents of the labyrinth village, and we shouldn't neglect the defensive side.

"Okay. If anything happens, get in touch with me on the comms."

"Tomorrow we're going to act differently... shall we take our time today"

"Yes."

Ah...... Apart from everyone trusting me.

I'm going to spend a lot of time with you, just where you're going. I think that would reassure everyone.

That's why I decided to move to my bedroom early when I got out of the bath and lean in. Grace and Claudia keep their bodies as they lean their little nipples on their shoulders, and Ashley and Mallane put their cheeks on my chest and legs so they could fall asleep.

Combining your hair with your fingers tickles the nostrils with a soft scent. Great feeling of flowing hair.

Perform the circulating smell as is. When a large number of people perform circulating smells, it feels comfortable to be wrapped in something warm in the whole thing. I don't have a heart or I feel it's becoming more effective.

"... it's warm"

Grace says with her eyes closed. Mallane is stretching her fingers and gently stroking around my forehead.

Keep it up, I'll close my eyes too. Soft feel and aroma. Temperature and heartbeat. Magic flow for everyone. A floating feeling that melts and drifts in warm water. In such a warm and comfortable time, we fell asleep.

- A day at dawn. It is the due date that Miriam said she would look for the store.

"Sir, Miriam is here."

Cecilia informed me of Miriam's visit as she slowed down after a cup of tea.

Head to the newly built reception room on the first floor of the Western Hall.

"This is the Ambassador."

"Hello, Mr. Miriam"

When I get to the table, Claire of Alkeny, dressed in made-up clothes, brings me a tea set and pours me some tea.

"Thanks"

"Yes."

In accordance with his courtesy, he left the room with a smile and a gratuity.

There were some slight inconsistencies in the procedure, but there would be no major problems. Miriam is a very good opponent as a first customer, although she will also respond to visitors this way in the future. It seemed unusual to be an Alkenny servant, because he had a happy look on his face.

"Have you decided on the location of the store?

"Yes, this will be your address"

Miriam gives me a piece of paper with an address in good mood.

"Is there one across the street? Right at the end of your eyes and nose."

"Right. I think it's a good location inside.... Speaking of which, I heard that this mansion is also magical architecture."

"Yeah. Isn't that weird?

"No. The architectural style is unique, but it feels calm and upscale. Magic architecture has seen something else before, but at first glance it turns out to be. There are joints on the walls…"

Miriam looks around the room and leaks an exclamation.

"Wonderful, this mansion. No, I'm impressed. I can't see those joints or the unnaturalness."

I see. If the control is sweet or lacks magic, it won't be forming all at once, so it may be necessary to create a part and then extend it. I guess that kind of thing comes out as a joint. Miriam's observational eyes and experience seem to be quite something.

"Thank you"

I laugh bitterly at Miriam, whose eyes are shining. You really like rare things.

"When the store opens safely, shall we also open a banquet? It will also be advertised."

"That helps"

"Be sure to stay there then"

"Yes! Absolutely!

That said, Miriam got an increasingly happy look. I'd like to show you today, but I haven't cleared up the problem yet.

"I could show you around the house now, Hate. I had business after this."

Changing his expression and voice color, Miriam seems to have guessed that, too. Get a serious look and correct your residence.

"Something has come up that concerns me about Dexter. To put it bluntly, I suspect that Dexter is a bandit guild constituent and that he is a slave trader."

"That's... not an impossible story, though"

Miriam clouds her expression. Maybe he remembered Dexter's title or something.

"The Bandit Guild seems to be experiencing civil strife… in short, it seems to be divided into old factions that try to make sense and factions that despise such things"

"If Dexter is... you'll find logic and all that intrusive"

Don't share that view.

"That's what I see, too. The work of the ambassador of the other world is not very well known, but he also serves as a bridge with friendly demons. When asked about the good feathering of a bandit guild constituent named a trader, there is also a need to look into this."

"I see...... Does that mean you want to talk to me about Dexter?

"Right. I'm going to the West End to hear more about the Bandit Guild civil conflict, but I was hoping to ask Miriam about him, too."

Miriam nodded at my words.

"Even so, I don't know that man very well. Because we didn't really want to get involved."

"I understand."

Reply like that and laugh bitterly at each other.

"But suddenly the wingspan got better... right. I remember when I came back from the trade, I showed you the seedlings of the plants, and you hit a mountain with this... and you said something big."

"Plant seedlings...... what is it?

"It was a seedling I had never seen. And then there was a little bit of a fight, and I didn't even hear the details."

The way Miriam put it, you're pretty much wrapped up in oblate. Anyway, I guess it leads to how Dexter, who grabbed a story that was going to be gold, turned his mind on it and told Miriam but was thrown away.

"But I remember very well the characteristics, such as colours and shapes. With paper, I think I can draw it."

"That helps"

Plant seedlings? I don't think Miriam would know, but it's pretty rare. Ah.... that kind of thing is a cake shop. I know who to ask. Let's go to the royal castle later.

Give Miriam the paper and pen to draw the seedlings. When I was shown what I could do, it was a pretty good painting. Features and the like are also bulleted and very easy to understand. If this is all I can do... I guess I can trace it.

"... that. If you're heading to the West Side, can I accompany you? Of course, we will keep you out of the way of your work."

"Say?

"I know the ambassador is a magician and the drilling of martial arts is considerable, but the West End has a lot of troublesome things to do that I don't understand, so I was wondering if I could avoid trouble with someone like me"

"I don't mind if that's..."

In short, you said you'd be my escort. Indeed...... Whatever Miriam's personality is, it looks pretty historic.

I don't know what it's like to be attacked when you're alone with Miriam by acting differently, and we'll act together at this time.

That's why I decided not to be too conspicuous, and my clothes weren't aristocratic, and I was going out on purpose to change. Sheila and Miriam are on the same path. Walking without a carriage.

Towards us is a street lined with West Side whorehouses. Are the hookers who poke their cheeks at the windows on the second floor of the inn and are lazy, etc. the only landscape you can see around here?

Even so, the sun was still high, so there was no such big problem.

Sheila's hiding her face in the hood and everything seems like she's used to the West Side, because Miriam is more like a mercenary than a merchant in Miriam.

Sometimes a drunk whistled, but when Miriam reached for a hip whip and gave him a sharp glance, he clasped his neck and pulled in.

... an understandable demonstration is necessary on these occasions. No one carries a weapon like a whip with Dada or insanity. I can see at a glance that you would be skilled and if you hit it, it would be terrible.

"That whorehouse"

Sheila showed that it was a splendid building in the whorehouse. It is not a lodging there, but a luxury whorehouse and so on.

Dive into the door of the whorehouse and step into the store.

Curiosity pierces the gaze of the dressed women sleeping on the luxurious sofa. Sure... we wouldn't be like normal customers.

The indicative interior was also a splendid object. Famous yet obsolete. That's the impression.

"What can I do for you at our hotel?

In the organization of women and children, I guess I couldn't decide whether I was a customer or not. A receptionist girl wearing a dress asks.

"I want to talk to Isabella. I want you to tell her Sheila's here."

Take the hood and Sheila answers.

"To Master Isabella...?

"I know him."

"... ok. Wait a minute."

The receptionist climbs the stairs to the back of the second floor. It seems thorough that rushing doesn't break grace.

Slightly, a skinny woman in a wine red dress comes down from upstairs.

It blends into the whorehouse... but it's not the same color as the others.

"Ooh, ooh. Long time no see, Sheila."

The woman said that in one hand to the flue and laughed with pleasure.