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"Phew."

Soaking in water gives me zero breath from my mouth.

He became a labyrinth lord and got an unusual status, but he still said his journey in the carriage for a few days had accumulated a lot of fatigue.

My family is a woman except me, so I'm the only one in the bathroom right now.

I felt signs of approaching there.

"Excuse me."

It was my grandfather who came in.

"Grandpa."

"What do you say? What about the water here?

"Yeah, tiredness seems to blow away, and it calms my mind"

"Right, right"

I laughed calmly if it was any fun.

No, it's actually true to calm down. The same was true of the hot spring water itself, but the walls also depicted calm landscape paintings, and a number of measures were seen to relieve guests.

"If you like it, it's better than that."

A new person came into the bathroom.

The man is a man in his forties or so who has dull brown eyes on his dark hair and has a slight image because his eyes were drooping.

Nice to meet you, Alcaine Chamber of Commerce.

"Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mars the Adventurer."

He's a gentle man who doesn't seem to be the head of the Chamber of Commerce.

"You can make it easier on me. If we get here, let's talk as nephews and uncles, not as adventurers and champions of the Chamber of Commerce."

Right. Does my aunt's husband mean this person will feel like my uncle?

He is the sister of his mother - the husband of his eldest daughter - and is now involved in the operation as head of the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce. From what I've heard, he was originally an excellent merchant, but his grandfather scouted there to get him on edge.

"Totally... your brother-in-law is still the owner of the dealer's chamber of commerce"

There's another person who came in.

He's a tall blonde man, but he's not even trained, so he's a man with a thin, long body.

Four men immerse themselves in water in a large tub.

"My name is Daryl. There's no blood connection, but it sounds like he's gonna be your uncle."

Daryl has worked at the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce since she was my second daughter's husband and about my age, and she was originally the second son of a chamber lord in another city. Since he is the second son, he has been educated since he was young, and because he was excellent, it seems that his grandfather drew him in for the purpose of marrying his own daughter.

"Thank you for inviting me on this trip. The same goes for the cost, but staying in this inn doesn't just mean you have to pay for it."

"Yating", known as a luxury inn.

Essentially, seemingly passengers, such as travellers, try to refuse accommodation, and only those of nobility and merchants who can place their credit can do so.

This time, I was able to stay because I was invited by the head of a large chamber of commerce on the border called the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce.

"Don't worry about it. By now our wives should be having fun with their own daughter, sister, for the first time in a long time"

Currently, Sylvia and the women are soaking in the hot tub just like me in a place just one wall apart.

And the fact that the grandfathers came in is just as likely that their families are in the bathroom.

Speaking of which...?

"What happened to Mr. Freddy and the escorts?

"Yeah, well, if the other guys said, 'It's worth the rudeness of us being adventurers and soaking ourselves in the water with our clients, so we'll let them in slowly later,' so they're not coming in now."

That's the same adventurer, isn't it bad that I'm in there with you?

"You'll be fine. Like I said, it's about Uncle and Nephew, so you don't have to worry about your manners as an adventurer."

"Really..."

I was relieved to hear Mr. Werth say that.

Then Mr. Darryl, who was watching me, laughed out small.

"I'm sorry. I was wary of who you were because you were an adventurer enough to defeat a fierce demon like Silverfang, but you're still a normal fifteen-year-old boy."

"Really?

"He seems to care a lot about manners as an adventurer, and while he has that much power, he has nothing to boast or be proud of. It's your virtue."

As far as I'm concerned, I'm humbled to learn a lot from my senior because I think I'm a real runaway myself.

That's what Mr. Darryl seemed like.

"I wanted to thank you. The silver fang material you delivered has benefited the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce more than expected. Thank you again."

"No, don't worry, I got a good consideration and sold it off. Besides, I could only give you half the meat."

Silver fangs got more meat because they were pretty giant, but still tasted so good that we took about half of it ourselves.

"The profits made by materials such as meat, fangs and fur are huge indeed. But more than that, it's a big deal that the Chamber of Commerce was able to get connections with adventurers who could even defeat Silverfang. Credit is important in business. At the Alcaine Chamber of Commerce, you can even handle this kind of product. It's important to be informed that you have an advantage in business."

I'm going to tell you how happy I was, Mr. Werth, and how Silverfang sold it.

Looks like Mr. Werth, the owner, came to the business meeting himself because it was an important deal.

"I haven't had a pleasant business meeting in a long time."

"I'm glad you said that."

"Would you like to deal with the rare demons that come out this summer? I was going to give up because it's about the S-rank party that I can crusade, and I don't think it's impossible for you guys to crusade either. Of course I'll let you trade at a high price."

If you're an adventurer in need of money, a business meeting you might have been on.

But I don't need that much money for my life, even if I needed it to bolster my labyrinth. Power too strong for that could be feared.

"No, I wanted to crusade Silverfang this time because leaving Silverfang alone could have caused damage to the city. The fact that my mansion was nearby also influenced my decision to crusade. I think winter would have passed if it had not been possible to be attacked. So if there's no danger in the city, I think I'll leave that demon alone."

"Right..."

Mr. Werth has been depressed by my words.

"Get there, Werth. It is not the adventurer Marus who is here now, but his nephew Marus. Let him do as he pleases."

Yes, Father-in-law.

You didn't expect that much. It was a light resurrection.

"I just got the whole story together, and I tried to get something like this for you, so why don't you drink it?

I brought the tray that Mr. Daryl left at the bathroom entrance.

Four small glasses were placed on the tray, which already contained alcohol.

"I just heard in the lounge that the inn offers this kind of service, so I ordered it"

"Oh, don't be shy."

My grandfather was in a good mood when he received a glass of alcohol.

I'll take it from Mr. Darryl, too. One drink or so will be fine.

"Ugh...!

But fatally, I forgot that I'm bathing now.

The drunkenness circled the body due to drinking in good blood circulation and fell ill at once. Results……

"... excuse me"

I have to leave the bathroom. I'm feeling better.

"You didn't like alcohol, apparently."

"Don't make me push too hard."

"Sorry"

Daryl answers lightly.

This guy, he's always like this.

"Werth than that. What did you think when you saw her?

"First of all, it was his body that bothered you."

"Hmm?"

"I've seen something up close called A-Rank Adventurer, but your body is too normal compared to someone like that, Mars"

If I'm not being forged up as an avant-garde, I don't even seem to have enough magic to overflow from my body as a rear guard.

A merchant without combat skills, but thanks to that, I was going to have eyes on people.

He had a body close to Daryl, a merchant in one way or another.

"But silver fangs are now being crusaded. It's easy to imagine them strong from the fact that the second day party members are sweeping away the demon herd. Then maybe they are just strong and have excellent command..."

"I'm afraid not."

Block the words of my righteous son, who had a misguided anticipation.

"She was strong before we had a party."

These days I lift all the stories about crusading silver fangs at parties, but only one person has crusaded 1,000 demons around the summer.

Given that, it is unlikely that it is weak.

"Then it's possible that the skills and equipment were powerful."

And it could be.

Instead of that, all the weapons that that party was equipped with were so powerful that you could call them super first-class items. Having lived for years as a merchant, I can see that just by looking at it.

That's why I can't think of those kids as weak, etc.

"You haven't. A first-rate piece of equipment might make you stronger just by getting it, but all the weapons they had are super first-class. Such a powerful weapon, not just to get it, but not to use it, if you can't use it."

And I guess I can use my super first-class gear more than they're crusading silver fangs with that weapon.

"But he doesn't look strong."

"There is something in the world called strength that doesn't show up in status. But from my eyes it didn't look like such strength was hidden in his body"

I was able to see my body straight thanks to a situation where I had to be naked: a hot spring.

The result also crushed the possibilities I had in mind.

Maybe the opposite is true.

(That kid, the more he works out his body while he's still developing, the more his status grows?

In that case, how much power are we going to get?

"Well, that means you're connected to a brilliant adventurer."

"That's unusual. My usual father-in-law would try to find the secret of strength."

"And I might have, too, if they were just adventurers, but they're descendants of the first boy I've ever been able to"

She seemed more honest than the girl's grandson.

I don't think I can ask my grandchildren about it as a sweet self.

"Right. I'm not going to be strong enough for my nephew either."

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly as one of my husbands when I think of my grandmother and aunt he had to deal with.