Corporate Slave Hero Says He’s Quitting His Job

"Oh! This is the Adventurer Alliance!

"Don't be too shy."

"Ha, ha, no!

They say it sparkles my eyes, but it's not very convincing.

What we are now is a big town a long way from the village.

There is a treasure sleeping dungeon nearby, which is very busy because it is also a midway point for getting to various lands.

Just one day to get here.

Not a big distance from me or the Demon King.

"In the meantime, come in and register as an adventurer"

"Uhm!"

Isbell enters the Alliance of Adventurers with exasperation.

The Adventurer Guild is a wooden two-story building, with counters receiving requests below, parts below and the entire upper area seemingly serving as taverns.

I see, some people are gathering information and colleagues here.

"What's a counter? Is that good?

"Hmm? Yeah, right there"

Me and Isbell head to the receptionist's standing counter.

Along the way, I realized that I was being gazed at by adventurers drinking from day to day, but ignore it because I can't think of any particular reason.

'Cause it smells good in the country?

It is certainly an easy-to-move fit that can also be used in field work......

"Hello! What's up with you today?

"Ugh, um! You want to be an adventurer..."

"Are you new? Please wait while we prepare for the process."

It was the receptionist in her early twenties who responded with a smile.

A solid sales attitude, this looks like you can trust the Alliance side.

"Is that you, too?

"I'm just an escort, and I've already registered an adventurer. And this is his procedure."

I take one letter out of my pocket and give it to the receptionist.

"Give this to the Alliance Master"

"Yes, sir."

The receptionist said nothing extra and pulled straight into the back of the counter.

A single card is held in the hand of the receptionist, who returns after a while.

"The process is complete. This will be your (...) guild card"

The receptionist gives you the guild card, a testament to the adventurer, while emphasizing the part called you.

"Uhm!"

Isbell, who received the card, looks at the card with pleasure.

It felt like peeking into the contents, and it was written so that I didn't feel uncomfortable about being good.

Isbell is a demon tribe, but that part is firmly to man.

Plus now it's a magic trick to change your appearance, and you're only human in appearance.

Besides that, if you show this too, you will undoubtedly not be suspected.

"We can't accept requests that are too difficult, but we're trying to accommodate you because we're letting you know what's going on there. Best regards,"

"Uhm! I'll do a lot of requests!

"It's reliable! The request is posted on the quest board there, so bring your desired request here. There are requests up to A-rank on there, so if possible, please ask for less than B rank."

"Okay. Let's go, Belle."

"Huh? Ugh, yeah"

I'm taking Isbell to the quest board.

There were a number of requests from below, divided by E to A rank and difficulty order.

Basically, a runaway adventurer is also known as an E-rank adventurer and does not receive requests other than the E-rank.

As far as we're concerned, you seem to be exempt from the rank system, so you can take any request you want to make.

But I'm not in that much of a hurry.

In the meantime, we need to look at the right request for our first job from here on out, before...

"What's up? Get confused."

"Heh? Oh, no... wonder what Belle is..."

"What. You're talking about how to call it."

"What is what! They've never called me that!

Isbell's face is a little red.

Could it be illuminating?

"Are you going to call me a dignified real name here? Your name is a celebrity, isn't it? You're not gonna find out exactly who you are, but you're not gonna look good, and you should hide it."

"Well, that's true... but I wanted you to say it in advance. Suddenly the... because I was surprised"

"Huh..."

I wouldn't be fooled if you lay your face down like a girl of those ages!

Sometimes I don't! Turn it down!

I shook my head and shook off my clutter.

"Wow, okay. From now on, make sure you check in advance when you do something."

"Yes, please."

That said, Isbell laughs a little.

We smiled a little too much, but we smiled at each other.

This must be a good thing.

"And call me by my pseudonym for once. Really."

"Okay. What do you call it?"

"Because it's Adele... Al is fine"

"Al... um, I admit it!

Whisper, Al, Isbell crushing to settle with Al over and over again.

I was unconsciously trying to reach for her head because I remembered how loving it was, unwillingly.

No, it's dangerous. I'll do something about it, pretend to be calm.

……

"... what the hell"

"No, I stroked him, 'cause he did."

……

It's a picture star

"But I won't let you touch my head so easily! It's a special thing for the Demons to be caressed in the head! It's too early for you!

"Oh, wow."

Isbell used to look at me.

I regret myself for just a little bit.

Why don't you let me wash my body and let me touch my head?

It's a strange creature to be a demon.

Don't say that out loud.

"Stroking your head is more of a step -"

"Hey, Terra."

"What! We'll be on our way to talking right now!

It was the galloping bad dick threesome that busted Isbell's meaningful story.

All three have tiger tattoos in their faces.

Is it fashionable?