Dungeon Master Makeup Money (formerly known as Dungeon Master Funding)

"What can I do for you?

I'm the youngest of the guests in the tavern... I guess he was talking about me because I was young.

It's just that what bothered me was that a stranger told me that.

"There's nothing to it. It's been a long time since I've been in this city and my kids are drinking. Besides, nobody tries to stop the adults around. I thought I should stop this place, the real adult."

A man with a niggling grin.

Clearly, it's creepy because I don't know what the purpose is.

"Hey, Greg. Keep it around there."

Mr. Blaze is the adventurer - paying attention to Greg.

"I'm fifteen. What's wrong with drinking"

Drinking alcohol is not to blame because it is properly recognized by law as an adult.

From a man in his late twenties, he may still look like a child to be fifteen.

"This is rude. But from what I've seen, he looks like an adventurer, but I don't know about you. Newbie?"

Nothing you don't know about me, not even me.

"Right. He hasn't been an adventurer in a year."

"It's been a long time since I've been back in Alistair, but if I show my face in the daytime, there's an unrecognizable child adventurer with as many as three women. Think one man wouldn't be impressed as a senior in life to bring multiple women around."

I thought it was something like what I heard somewhere. It was similar to the line that Leflan said we met at the ruins.

Apparently, an adventurer called Greg is also jealous of the Harlem party.

I'm not very happy as a party. It's rare to be entangled in having as many as three beautiful girls, but there are times when you can turn a caged gaze of jealousy. Besides, it's a hassle to deal with when you get tangled up like this.

"Whoa, Greg. The Mars guy's in trouble."

"That's right. You better not be so prestigious as a mutt like you."

Don't listen to me.

Greg has reacted to the word 'miscellaneous fish'.

"You're so strong. But even if we can beat Nong, we'll never beat this guy you're selling fights to."

"Ho."

Watch Greg from top to bottom about me being sick with booze.

Eventually you finished evaluating me. I laugh with my nose.

"What's wrong with that?

"I was appreciating your strength, but maybe you need to change your mind about the ability to measure your opponents' strength. A face that doesn't look like a wizard to a body halfway through even this avant-garde. I don't think I'm strong enough."

They judged the strength from my appearance. Mr. Blades and Mr. Gray sigh at the same time at Greg.

The behavior was irritating Greg.

Besides, an adventurer from the same industry who was inside the tavern was laughing when he heard Greg's words. If you're an adventurer who keeps working at Alistair, you know what I did.

"What do you mean?

"I'm just saying you don't know what this guy's capable of."

"You think you're that strong?

"Then why don't you even try it on my merits?

It's pointless to say anything to someone like this.

I quickly decided to show my strength.

"... I haven't brought any weapons today"

"No way, you can't take out weapons and fight in a place like this,"

You guessed the situation. The four of us who were drinking at the table will open the place.

"From what I've seen, you must be proud of your power in the avant-garde."

I can't predict what way to fight because I haven't brought any weapons, but Greg's body was built and muscled. Rather than a rear guard, I'm firmer thinking I'm protecting my people in the avant-garde.

"Show your strength with an arm wrestle."

"Fine."

You're pretty confident. Greg agrees with my suggestion.

When you move to the table and sit on the chair, you attach an elbow and hold the other person's hand.

Mr. Blades is approaching to serve as referee.

"Because it's a simple power confrontation. It's forbidden to use magic."

"I know."

"It's okay."

I decided to have an arm wrestle in the first place because I couldn't be Greg.

I don't intend to be hostile to my predecessors from myself, but it's not a good idea to remain insulted given the future. But it's not good to win too much either. It is desirable to win with quite a bit of antagonism.

"You're ready - go!

I will do my best to knock my hand down in the wake of Mr. Blaze's signal.

But I'm not even scared of my arm. The expression makes you look like you're exerting force. The force adds only a tiny amount.

"That's pretty good."

I don't think anything when they say it in a sweat.

"I'm gonna be a little serious."

Strengthen your face even harder.

I need to act like I can help you out here, too. I also act like I'm just a little bit more powerful.

But I forgot the point.

Now I am in a terrible condition because of alcohol. My health deteriorated even more because I was unfamiliar with arm wrestling while doing the trick.

"Ugh..."

As a result, I feel objects creeping up from the bottom of my stomach.

Put your empty left hand against your mouth to suppress nausea.

Good. It didn't turn out to be like throwing up.

"Bye."

But he pressed his mouth with his left hand, and at the same time he put his strength into his right hand, which Greg couldn't stand.

Gucha.

I could hear an unpleasant noise coming from Greg's hand while suppressing nausea.

Let go of the hand we were both grabbing at the same time.

"Hey, what the hell is this guy!

He stares at me as he holds down his crushed right hand with his left.

"That's why I told you I couldn't win."

"Ku......!

Greg groans remembering what he said when he was supposed to have an arm wrestle.

In contrast, the liquor store is booming.

"I knew I would win, but this outcome was unexpected."

"Which would be the winner in this case?

"The draw is a reasonable place because the battle itself has been nullified, but if you think about which one is stronger, you'd be malus"

Run away listening to the hustle and bustle of the tavern.

Me.

"Later, please, I will"

Across the street is the alley behind the tavern.

When I got sick and let him throw up, he always let me use it.

"Excuse me. I think Mr. Mars is here."

Mr. Blaise, who was drinking next to your husband when I entered the tavern, smiles and greets me.

"Oh, you've come to the right place"

"Take this guy."

This guy - he's your husband who drinks and he's sick.

"I was wondering what I was going to do with this guy who fell ill, but I waited because Sylvia said she was going to be okay because she was going to come like a rumor, but I'm really glad you came"

The truth is, Mr. Labyrinth Nucleus (Dungeon Core), who was looking at all the history, just asked me to pick up your husband.

I also hear briefly what happened.

However, Mr. Labyrinth Nucleus just laughed and didn't tell us more.

"What happened?

"Nothing. There was this guy who didn't know what he was capable of, and he was just getting involved and paying back."

"Oh, was that person okay?!?

It's possible your husband won't even have a piece of meat left if he really fights.

Most importantly, the concern is that the tavern is conserved in beautiful condition.

"Your right hand is completely crushed. Tell them you don't have to worry about it because even expensive treatments could put it back together."

"Really?"

"That's not all."

Mr. Labyrinth Nucleus, who was watching everything, tells us.

Apparently, he threw up and hit me with his left hand, which was safe to see your husband fall asleep after he came back, but you shouldn't attack your husband while he's asleep. You can be satisfied with the five bodies because they help you while you're awake, but you can't be able to help or anything while you're asleep.

As a result, I bogged down the person who moved my body according to my defensive instincts. He seemed to be alive with minimal manoeuvres.

"More guys like this because there are adventurers coming to Alistair from the outside in the coming season. Be careful with Sylvia."

"Yes, I understand."

"Master, ask for an account"

Mr. Blaze will pay the master to carry your husband's body.

"I don't mind taking you home with me on my back, but it was really helpful that someone came to show me where Sylvia and the others lived because I didn't know where it was."

Apparently, Mr. Blaze is carrying me that I can't let her carry me.

But you can't give up my work to anyone.

"It's okay. Mr. Mars, I will take you."

Hiya, and I'll hold your husband's body asleep.

Yes, it's a princess hug that you've done to me before.

I have also grown since then.

"That's one of Mars's people."

"Thank you for everything. Then I will take you home."

I'll say goodbye to Mr. Blades and leave the tavern behind.

In your arms, your husband's weight.

I can't give up just looking after your husband to anyone. This is my wagamama.