"Tio, don't go to sleep and look forward properly"
"... wow... mmm..."
Morning when my daughter and her children, almost her age, go to school with their luggage on their back. Shirley had Tio sitting in front of the mirror table and his white hair had been carefully combed.
My second daughter's hair is more habitual than Shirley's or Sophie's. Morning awakening is particularly terrible, and that's exactly what you deserve when it comes to exploding.
Sophie, who makes her sister wind, has been baking her care and combing her hair lately, but she has left the inn before Tio wakes up saying it is straightforward today.
Usual habits are horrible, and because of her daughter's insensitivity to sleep, she hastily took Tio down to the dining room in her pajamas in addition to her bossy hair, and Shirley was fixing her daughter's hair a long time ago.
"Absolutely, I can't believe you're coming to the dining room dressed like a bedroom over your sleeping habits. You've said that all the time, haven't you? You are also my ten daughters, so I want you to make yourself comfortable."
"Mm-hmm. But, well, that doesn't hurt either."
"That's not the problem...... ha"
Tio, who was cleverly asleep on the chair, also finally awakens, changing his bedclothes and washing his face. Shirley sighed deeply watching the appearance.
Don't worry about women because of their taste. She's been an adventurer for nearly a decade, but she's a noble lady for over half her life.
Now is the time to fix your hair, clean your clothes, and so on, but still to the extent that it's not ugly for anyone to do it.
It is no exaggeration to say that some of Shirley's extraordinary beauty, and its simplicity, also adds to the mystery.
It would be natural for Shirley, who is an adventurer in a crude atmosphere but with strong values as a woman, to be concerned about her daughter's taste.
(I'm not saying it's about Sophie, but I want you to do something about being careless like a man)
Bath lovers are at least the salvation, but if Shirley or Sophie isn't watching, they don't comb their hair, they don't change their bedclothes, they fall asleep and sleep wherever they want, and so on, Tio's indifference and defenselessness really stand out.
What a hand-burning daughter, reminiscent of a casual wildcat.
(but well, this is a good one)
But there is Shirley who is recognized as a parent idiot by others. Is it the business of love that makes this kind of hassle seem fun?
Sophie's has been solid lately, and I was happy and lonely about that, but my paced tio still stands out for the part that has to come with Shirley.
Doing something for her daughter, even if it's trivial, is the most viable thing for her.
It's just not like that and this. Sooner or later...... I hope you don't come if you can from Shirley, but sooner or later the time may come for Tio to grow up and be independent.
I'm very angry just to think about it, but one day a guy might show up walking next to Tio for the rest of his life.
If it is then that the sloppy outfit is exposed to the back finger, or the man will be frightened, he will regret it, if not enough.
It's not just parenting that passes through the claims of the person. Shirley's education policy is that she should be allowed to habituate herself because she is still young.
... Aside from whether or not it's working.
"With that said, Mother, can't you go home today and tomorrow?
"Yep. So I'm asking Martha to take care of my meals."
"Hmm. It's been a long time, you know?"
Few adventurers go away at their request and do not return to the city, which is their base for nearly a week.
Shirley is the type of adventurer who cleans up problems in the vicinity from one end, regardless of the type and difficulty of the request, in order to spend a little more time with his daughters.
There may be rumors from parts of the surrounding area that do not want to be vandalized of resting places, but they are annihilating nearby demons for this reason, which is not a mistake, but it also depends on the time and the case.
If there is no request in the near field, go away and in the meantime leave the child with Martha, and the demons that appear on the streets and ranches that directly affect the daily diet are targeted as a priority.
Regardless of the former, however, the latter is also a dead and alive issue for other adventurers. It is easy to be targeted by demons for a certain amount of food, but there is a pattern of stationed adventurers, so it is rare for Shirley to go out on request to a distant ranch.
"Right. The last time you asked Martha was about two months ago."
"This time again, a request from a ranch or something?
"No, there are a few different circumstances this time.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Tio leaning his neck towards his mother, who cut the story slightly forcefully. But Shirley didn't dare do anything about it.
This is only a request to collect ingredients for decorations that my daughters give when they are fifteen years old and adult.
My beloved daughter's life has turned into a surprise.
"Look, it's time to have breakfast or you'll be late."
"Mmmm... I could have taken my time if I'd just changed. Every day, it stinks."
"You shouldn't. It's time for you to take care of yourself every day."
"Really?
"Yeah."
Gently stroke Tio's head convinced by feelings such as reluctance. His expression, slightly angled to no one's notice, was filled with warm mercy.
Then he dropped off Tio, who went to school safely, and Shirley stopped by the blacksmith as he made his way to the guild.
"Do you keep the tsuruhashi?
"Suddenly you come and say something."
Now wrinkled between her eyebrows, not even trying to hide her surprise and discomfort, Dwarf, who has built up such a fine mustache to cover her chest, is a man named Dimros who divides the blacksmith, the stall of the city's adventurers on the border.
"We're selling weapons and protective equipment, not tools. If you want a tsuruhashi, you can count on others."
"Isn't it decided that your own Tsuruhashi is better built? In the first place, you think I don't know I've been selling and lending Tsuruhashi to adventurers who go to mine requests for a long time?
Doesn't look like a good idea, but Dwarf is basically a race with a thick brother-in-law. It often makes me quite accommodating in my workshop, and I often do things outside of the main business for adventurers in need.
"If you're asking for a mining request, you're also putting a tsuruhashi in your guild. Why don't we just use that?"
"It's not a mining request, it's a mine demon crusade. I don't have to borrow it, but it's just a private matter."
In any case, it was necessary to buy Tsuruhashi to collect the materials for the ornaments. Then it is only natural from those who can afford it financially that I would like to buy a tsuruhashi made by a prestigious assortment of dwarves, rather than a mass produced product on the market.
"…… Shit. I don't know what else to do. Just wait a minute."
Saying so, he drops off Dimros' back, pulling him into the back of the workshop, and Shirley looks around at the weapons and protective equipment decorated in the store space.
They were all brand-new, shiny steel gear that several adventurers in the store took and actually wore to make sure they felt.
"Hey, look at that beauty."
"Why are you in such a blacksmith?"
"Sword Ghost... Is he a regular here too?
She deliberately ignores the friendly eyes of adventurers from outside New America and the city who don't know about Shirley, or the unexpected glances of veteran adventurers, and moves on to the corner of the store, where the sword is located.
"Hmm."
Basically, a place called an arms dealer has a wide spacing between things. It's a good idea to gently wave the weapon in your hand.
There is no such thing as a demon sword with special powers, but a strong, sharp dwarf based on perfect foundations gently wields each sword worthy of the delicacy.
Just an amateur would look like a fancy woman playing with a sword. In fact, it looked that way to the new adventurers on the spot.
However, if the viewer sees the sword muscle, which is shaken without even causing the sound of slashing the sky (kuku), he will be blind to the sight of cutting off steel.
"Hmm? Is this... is it new?
The last time Shirley had repeated the task of swinging the sword and returning it to its original place was with a two-handed sword with a strange shape that made the whole body wave.
It doesn't feel bad to have tried to shake it. But Shirley shakes her white hair wondering what the hell this special body means.
"Why, did you look at him?
Watching the waves, or even the sword that looked like a flame, Dimros returned with Tsuruhashi in one hand.
"You're not asking for anything more than a very regular sale. A taxpayer recently."
"Yeah, probably only this time. By the way, Mr. Dimros, what is this sword? It's an unfamiliar shape."
"The technology of the tribes of the southwestern countries came this way, so I tried to hit it with a sword. This special form of body wound is harder to heal with healing magic..."
"Apparently, sir?
"Oh. No one's buying it because it's changing shape. I've never been bought a contrarian blade before, but I don't know why people smoke out of their common sense."
Being a race long enough to stand alongside an elf, I guess he has seen a variety of warriors year after year. I understand the smoothness that is not as acceptable as novel objects, so much so that I don't like it as one of the makers.
Should I say that it is the craftsmen who still deal with it? Shirley doesn't hate such bigoted blacksmiths.
"Fine. I'll take this too. Let's see if it really inhibits the healing magic effect."
"Come on, easy decision again. You treat me differently than a normal sword, don't you?
"Fine. I'll practice. With that said, what kind of sword is this called? What is it?
"It's called Flamberge over there. This way, they mean the form of flames."
That's all I ask, I just say I have no more errands to run, tsurhashi and corrugated swords...... I pay for the flamberges.
"Damn, my shop has been eyed by troublesome customers, too. I didn't know there was such a priceless swordsman."
"You're also a merchant once, so if you pay the money, you don't have any complaints, right?
"Buckalow! As an artisan, I want the warrior who deserves it!
This is why I don't understand the man's romance. He is! and Shirley leaves the blacksmith with an unholy grudge festival on her back.
In that hand, there was no shadow or shape of the tsurhashi and sword that I had just purchased.
Cross the Adventurer's Guild liquor store and glance over the requisition where the verdict was pressed, meaning a bright red emergency affixed to the quest board.
The request for a dragon crusade that appeared in the Jewelzard mine at hand remained sticky as Shirley's prospect suggests.
When everyone takes a two-legged requisition to the reception without hesitation, Yumina, who was busily moving around, responds while at the same time brightening her expression with Paa.
"Mr. Shirley, you're taking this request!?
"Yep. I have a little situation, too."
"Good. Now that the adventurers above A-rank had their hands full, they were behind us."
I lag behind with a full smile as if I had conveniently picked up gold coins.
The number of adventurers above A-rank who strand the world is small. Compared to that, emergency requests are numerous, and the powerful are being chased to respond in exchange for the corresponding wealth.
That's why I don't want to be promoted unnecessarily, but Shirley, who has been a solitary (solo) professional and staunch adventurer, was rarely relieved that she didn't have to worry about it.
"By the way, Mr. Shirley, I'd like you to try this request at a party."
"Huh?"
"Hih!?
Unexpectedly a low voice sounded like a grunt. I heard an unpleasant noise called Mekiri from a desk that no one had touched, but I want to think that was because of my mind.
Yumina trembling in that hegemony all by herself, but in her heart she said, "It's something to lose!," he drinks, staring back at his sharp, sharp pale and red eyes.
"What do you mean? You think I'm gonna bury you from the outer moat and get you promoted?
"Yes, no! That's why. Ha! However, there are a few things going on this time, and I want you to take me to an adventurer's party at the same time as ordering the request!
Yumina elucidates herself with her hands and neck shaking with a boom. I have caught words everywhere, but Shirley also stopped staring at the receptionist who trembled when she managed to convey meaningful words.
"The A-rank Adventurer is the leader, but it's a party that was originally organized at the request of the Alliance to train newcomers. I was also called out for the three dragon exorcisms that we've been turned to, but it's suicidal to go to A-rank alone on a boulder, and that's why I'm not willing to fight dragons in the E-rank with everyone else."
Even in an emergency, there are people who don't have someone to party with. Low rank adventurers were partying with more than A-rank, etc., and in that case it is a lesson to do a temporary partying appointment to a convenient B-rank.
"I see. Is that why I'm the convenient adventurer this time?"
Perhaps a number of coincidences overlap, and the good things just fit, but so far it is easy to create a blatant promotion basement.
To be honest, Shirley was confident she would accomplish dragon hunting alone. Of course, it's not like you're looking down on someone and being chronic, but the experience you've had in the past makes you do that.
Therefore, this request, if she goes alone, should solve everything. Instead, the arrow tip, Yumina, who tried to kick the suggestion, told him to restrain it, saying it would only be a foothold, such as an E-rank adventurer.
"By the way, the Alliance Master asked me to take it in the sense of nurturing backward movement."
"Ugh."
"Sure, Mr. Shirley, I heard you owe a lot to the Alliance Master?
"Ugh."
That was about ten years ago. When I was wandering the kingdom without a map in search of an adventurer's guild with two babies at the time, no one else's guild master himself recommended the guild of the peripheral city, and even used Tsute to let me live in Villa Taole free of charge.
From day to day, Shirley has preached about the trust that comes from giving back to her beloved daughters. How could the Shirley persuade her to teach without giving back?
Moreover, the phrase "please" is subtly cowardly. Now if I say no, Shirley could touch Sophie and Tio with a woman who doesn't have any human shards.
(... you witch. something you can come and say to yourself directly)
If I refuse, I will probably say... or say something extra while crying, including something my daughter doesn't have. That's the nature of that woman.
Shirley exhaled deeply and raised her hands as she had noticed.
"Okay. So, does he know about me?
"Yes, of course! Everyone was very excited when they were comfortable! Let's start by introducing ourselves!