"Thank you for waiting. Next, Mr. Shirley, come in."
"Yes."
Less than half an hour into the evening, Shirley stepped into the church behind the Adventurer Guild, the reporting room rented by the Guild, without leaving behind an army of demons led by the Cannibal Ghost (Auga) who had come to the city at his request.
"Thank you for your work. Please, sit down."
Inside the room, male members of the guild, including clerics, sit at their desks with a large quantity of materials.
A brief representation of their work is to determine if the adventurer has properly accomplished the request.
Unlike herb and ore collecting, which is recognized as fulfilling the request if shown in kind, the report of the crusade of the demon takes place in the presence of a cleric.
"……" True and False ". …… at any time. Begin."
When you chant a short chant, the tip of the cane that the cleric had glows pale.
Their manipulative magic, supposedly serving the Mother Sky Goddess, ranges from healing to detoxifying, cursing and de-cursing, and is active in a variety of fields, from adventurer guilds to national events.
This time, what the clergy used in this reporting setting was a magic called Senslai, which distinguishes the authenticity of words.
As much as I've taken horns and ears, I can't prove the crusade of demons. That's why I can't bring my head back to the city.
It's easier to spot whether or not an adventurer's report is false than parts that, depending on the size, you won't even be able to carry.
"Now, please report the request."
"This request is an auga that was gradually expanding its territory towards the city and a crusade of demons under its command. Crusade twenty-four and thirteen Wraith Wolves (Weiswolves) against the Goblin, one Auga. As far as we can confirm, there is no leak."
The cleric nods firmly after placing a moment in Shirley, who tells her pale tone without precipitation.
"…… I swear by the name of Mother Sky God that there is no lie in her words"
"Okay. Good day, Mr. Shirley. I'll give you this one, so we'll do as we always do later."
The clerk gave me a red judgment of crossing swords and canes… a request with the Alliance's crest pressed.
Passing this to the receptionist formally closes the request report and pays the remuneration. It used to take so long to report it, but at the beginning of the adventurer guild headquarters, the reason was that the misreporting of the request was constant.
"Request accomplished"
"Good luck! Keep the Orga Crusade alone (solo) and keep the rewards together!
Check sideways Yumina, who is being chased by other adventurers' responses, and disperse with a coin-packed cloth bag while she is unable to speak to her.
He walks through a city lit up by a sun that immediately turns blue. Shirley grips the cloth bag when the request clears up sooner than she thought and was willing to be able to make dinner for her beloved daughter today.
Once back at the inn, he went out with no heart or a light foothold in the food market where the city's food is crowded every day.
Production of medicines, led by weapons, protective equipment and potions, is active in the bordering cities, but there is little production of ingredients.
Though there is a ranch nearby, there is no way that it can cover only one city. All the imported ingredients that come through the streets that lead to the nearest cities and villages, which would otherwise be expensive, because the Alliance supports the shipment of foodstuffs and daily necessities with the intention of the Alliance Master, who oversees all (...) of the
It boasts an inexpensive location.
"Cheese is cheap,"
The gray-haired odd-eyed beauty mixed with the housewives for the specials has a hell of a misplaced vibe.
I don't even care about the eyes of passers-by who look back unexpectedly, and when I find ingredients for sale, I buy them one after the other.
"... hehe..."
Shirley's mouth breaks small when she buys cheese, chicken, onions and other vegetables in gold and silver coins, the result of today's battle, and packs them in a shopping bag.
The inn also kept flour and eggs. Last time I made a cow stew that is Sophie's favorite. Then let's make this dinner a meat pie, Tio's favorite.
This is how I go to the market, buy ingredients, and think about recipes, when I was a Duke's Lady and Crown Prince's fiancée, an unthinkable life.
But if you think you can see my daughter's delightful face too, it doesn't seem like any difficulty even after she returns from the adventure.
"Ah! Mom!
As I was on my way home with a shopping bag filled with ingredients in both hands, Sophie ran over from behind to see if I was going back to school.
"Welcome back! Are you done with your request today?
"Yep. What happened to Tio?
"Yeah. He said he had some business to run."
Reminds me of this morning, the killer is about to leak out again, but I rush to put it away.
Didn't my daughter say she was going to say no?
"That, dinner tonight?
"Yes. I thought I'd make some meat pie too"
"Eh, I'd love a stew"
I look up at this one with pale eyes, and I come to Sophie unexpectedly to insist in some jokingly tone, but there, as a mother, I withdraw my beloved daughter's wish with fairness.
"Dinner was stew before. In turn, today is Tio's favorite."
"Ha, I don't have a choice. … I'll have my baggage too."
"Well, shall we ask for one?"
The gray-haired mother and daughter, who handed over the lighter luggage and walked alongside the reddish city, looked like normal mothers and daughters or sisters everywhere, combined with their common shadows and calm air.
A peaceful home except with a jumping through beauty. Even if you look at something you don't know about, you no longer think that your mother is an adventurer who fights to wash her blood with blood.
"Ah."
Unexpectedly, Sophie stops. At the end of the line of sight, a decorative shop was built.
"What is it with that store?
"Huh!? Yeah, it's nothing!?
…………
He walks out again in a hurry, but Shirley didn't miss one last glimpse of the rosary embedded with emeralds embellished in the show window.
Whether it's just an admiration for decoration, or something happened at school, at least Sophie's possession... a penny for a single gold coin a month so as not to make her overly luxurious... then it's an admirable gaze at items made from real jewels that are unlikely to be available for purchase.
(With that said, you had a habit of having ornaments in this kingdom at the same time as adults......)
Shirley, an Imperial, is unfamiliar with the culture, but in the kingdom, he gives adult disciples of martial arts and sorcery a decorative item inscribed with a letter that feels like it's from the sender to the recipient.
I watch no matter how far away you go. With such thoughts and blessings for those who travel, those who keep an eye on them give the new adult an elaborate product, as they do every year.
(…… it's better to get ready early, isn't it)
Shirley decides unwittingly.
She believes that the luxury of buying one thing for the future should be cautious.
However, it should be acceptable to give decorations that have been confined to the adult celebration of two belly wrenching daughters.
(I procure my own material and let the superior craftsmen make it... if this is true filial filial filial filial child filial filial filial...!
Normally, I'd be looking for wooden carvings or tasteful items to give away, but should I say a boulder adventurer there, The White Sword Ghost, which vows to procure everything from the gemstone's raw stone to the metal at the base.
The idea that entrusting completion to leading craftsmen over amateurs seems to be a former noble courtier, or at least a sign that I was involved in the production, it's a pretty abrupt idea to procure all the material myself, but there was no one who could point that out to happiness or unhappiness.
(It's a Jewelzard mine if you're going for it...... sure that place was a dragon sighting, Yumina said)
I think of a receptionist who gets stuck with her superiors to accomplish the request in tears.
The Jewelzard Mine is also known as a natural jewellery box, where many of the kingdom's leading gems and precious metals can be collected.
However, because of its properties, it is easily inhabited by dragons and is located in demonic habitats, it seems that it is not under anyone's control.
A pile of wildly exposed treasures that even the bourgeoisie, the aristocracy and, at the end of the day, the royalty want, but the only way is to ask the adventurer to collect the ore.
(Says the client was from the guild...... what is a ship on the crossing? Order early tomorrow and go with gem mining. … and then the dragon is exorcised)
Shirley thinks of it as if it were a match for things, but dragon exorcism is usually a two-legged thing. To my mother, who puts her finger on her mouth and thinks that she'll still be at the guild tomorrow, Sophie said. Tilt your neck.
"Mom? What's wrong with you just now?
"No, it's nothing."
Shirley walked through the inn door with her daughter, thinking that a surprise would be preferable at any rate.
Yumina exhaled in a grand sigh in the guild before the end of business when the night book went down and the number of adventurers was extremely low.
The branch manager gave me an irrational novel today. What do you mean, you can't let the White Swordsman snort an A-rank promotion when he's on the pole of a world-class adventurer, a swordsman?
Originally, promotion required the consent of the person, and among the many adventurers present, there are a large number of strong people buried in the B rank who do not like to be promoted because of the bondage of freedom.
Shirley is just one of them if he says so, but A-rank (Superman) alone destroys the dragon to party and crusade... It also can instantly kill the adventurer, not even by those who take care of the demon called the natural disaster class, and the pressure of the branch manager being pressured from each side was unreasonably crushing Yumina.
"Awww...... but even if promotion is the free will of the person, how do I persuade such a stubborn person......!?
Yumina casts a blatant curse in her heart that she should bald at what an irrational, unscrupulous branch manager she is going to be.
(But what the Branch Manager is saying is also partly correct.)
Shirley's desire to prioritize her children as the same woman, though she has no experience of becoming a mother, is somewhat but sympathetic.
But as a guild with the role of saving the people, it's also true that we want powerful adventurers to respond to emergencies whenever possible.
Shirley and I have been dating for five years since Yumina was assigned to the Alliance, but we have seen closer than anyone that she is not an adventurer to meet the B rank.
Shirley is an admirer for Yumina when she tries a crazy black dragon who lives in the mountains, traps the head of a blood-sucking princess who terrorizes the King's capital, and achieves a dungeon attack that she calls impossible.
However, the fact that the poor affection does not earn a legitimate appreciation, and that the person does not want it again, after understanding that it is difficult to push, is the current situation that is creepy to watch.
I wish I could at least throw a party.
It's not that there's no coordination, but Shirley's friendship is extremely narrow enough to cover it up easily.
None of the adventurers have ever had a friendly conversation with her or had a party. This can be taken for granted.
No matter how good he looked and how powerful he was, the presence of those with bad attitudes and the disruption of teamwork are synonymous with dying.
Who would like to add a line of disturbing molecules? At least I'd like to be excused if I were in the opposite position.
But it's also true that having a party is a drop. Meet A-rank promotion requirements to appeal to hard work, while also adhering to Shirley's guidelines.
That's where the receptionist drops his best.
"An adventurer who's going to say you can work with Mr. Shirley... because where it's already been a party, if it breaks down teamwork, there's no ex or kid... OK"
Working hours have passed and the only thing left in the guild is Yumina, but today's key duty is on her own. They don't complain about when I'm going home.
Yumina activated a magic device with a string of objects like loudspeakers attached to the guild, enabling conversations with distant people.
"Hello, aunt... it wasn't. Guildmaster? Yes, I need your permission."