Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

The summer adventurer's guild becomes a little less popular.

During this heat of the day, many B-rank adventurers have been suspended during the summer months because their earnings are stable and they are saving money, and they do not have to respond to compulsory requests. They try to avoid the heat of the day, as long as it's not such a sudden request, like the summer vacation they individually and arbitrarily prescribe.

I guess you don't want to do harsh combat or the collection of damp grass in the open with the sound of a semi chirp. Even the adventurer above from the A-rank is enough to show his face to the Alliance with the obligations that arise from late requests.

If you're not so outdoorsy or a low-ranking adventurer who can't make a living without making money for a stoic adventurer, it's only natural that fewer people will willingly try to venture into adventure during this protracted heat day.

Cood, Leia's young e-rank party to Kyle, who was therefore sitting at a table in a tavern annexed to the guild and had a meeting for his next adventure. Asterios, the bull-headed beast, who had been consulted by them like that, looked at the unexpected person who had opened the door of the guild.

"Is that it, Mr. Shirley?

"Huh!?

Kyle raised his voice unexpectedly to Shirley as she proceeded inside an air-conditioned demonic prop building, cooling her body heated by the outside air as she swayed her pure white hair deceiving even the snow, and Yumina, the receptionist with a heap of paperwork, raised her heartfelt surprise.

"That's unusual...... I can't believe he's going to face the Alliance at this time of year"

"Is something wrong? Something terrible has appeared. '

'No, that kind of thing gets the news to the guy with the top rank first. I'm A-ranked, but I haven't heard anything. "

Their surprise is natural in a way. Because Shirley is a famous adventurer for taking long breaks herself, in line with her long vacations in private schools. At a time when the time needed to spend mostly with Sophie and Tio is rounded up, she doesn't try to show her face to the guild at all.

At the same time as last year, I received the news that a huge group of ant demons called Queens of Bugs were leading the way in the eastern lands, even if I asked Shirley to crusade.

'I refuse. Tomorrow we'll have to build a place in the gorge for our daughter to play with her friends. "

I received the news of the resurrection of the King of the Necromancer in the western lands, even if I said to Villa Taole to bow my head.

'I refuse. Because I'm going to the nearby woods today to pick fruit with my daughter.'

Even when the Adventurer Guild Branch Manager of this city went to bow his head himself when he was informed that a hundred kilos of giants were on their way to the Wang Capital on a private school holiday before entering this summer's holiday.

'I refuse. I'm buying my daughter an exotic treat that's being sold in port town today. "

And well, no matter what happens, my daughter takes precedence. The fact that private school holidays are basically B-ranks where there is no obligation to accept requests because of Sophie and Tio or some errands put in for one is really only very rare.

For once, about the crusade of demons approaching the bordering city, they crusade for the safety of their daughter, but basically private school holidays don't go on adventures. That has already become an implicit understanding in the Alliance, and no one has waved her a job at this time, but Shirley at the time took herself to the Alliance. This is a hell of a thing.

"Sometimes it was really unusual. You know, you go to the guild on your day off."

"Mr. Shirley, what's wrong? I heard this time of year wasn't coming."

Shirley looked at Kyle and told him with a leg up to the table where they were sitting, often looking at him like he was thinking of something.

"Actually, it was the other day………."

Time goes back to yesterday evening. Tio, in a sink in the corner of the kitchen that Villa Taole was opening for residents, basically released the tomatoes into the universe, holding the knife in his right hand while riding on the scaffold and the tomato in his left hand, taking seriousness to every sleepy look.

"Go."

And flash the tomatoes with the knife on your right. But that knife has no blade standing at all, and you are more right to say that you slapped it than you did to stroke it. Tomatoes that are bounced to the side. Shortly before it hit the sink, Shirley caught him with one hand watching quite a bit.

"So I thought you said you should normally put it on the slab"

"Mmm... but your mother wouldn't put it on the slab."

"In my case, this is faster and easier to do."

Throw the grabbed tomatoes into space, and now Shirley chops them up with a knife. The tomatoes, which were cut off and divided into six equal parts at a speed that could not even follow the movements of their arms, were arranged beautifully in two pieces on each of the three plates.

"I want to do that, too. How can you do that?

"I just want to say I only have practice...... you don't admit to swinging blades where I haven't seen them, do you? Anyway, if it's just the food."

"... mmm"

"Oh... you can't even look at me like that"

I try my best to divert my attention from Tio, who looks up at me with a fluff. Because if I look straight at it, I feel like I'm going to be flushed but I'm going to teach it as it is.

"That's more than that. Seems to have been bothering you with your free research homework, have you decided what to make of it?

"……… I was misinformed."

"Uh, well, that hasn't decided anything yet."

The one who answered Shirley's query was Sophie scratching a pan with soup next door.

"I asked my teacher what to look into, and it seems to vary considerably from student to student every year. But it's like history, chemistry, that's a lot of stuff."

"Ah…… it's such a hassle again………………."

Tio flaunts his face unexpectedly. Working purposefully to untie the book would take more time than just solving the problem. I can't even force my twin sister to look disgusted wanting to finish her homework as soon as possible.

"If you can, it's good to do it and it looks interesting...... it's sleepy to be too bored.... Whew."

Tio, who seems to have already slept a little in the pre-dinner phase, zeroes out one flaw. Even during her daytime homework, she was about to sleep many times, and she seemed to get extremely sleepy while working on keeping her body motionless. I often take naps originally, but if that's something I'm less interested in or interested in, then it's not.

"Surely, you can hardly get a hold of it unless you've decided on a theme. Until last year, it looked like we were okay with the observation log."

"... apparently, you've been given a lot of child crying challenges"

The aim is not to be a set issue, but to make the theme itself look for it as well. There is only a large description of "No observation logs allowed" on the signs for the summer vacation, and I wonder if there are a large number of children at the theme selection stage.

"Ah, that's right! Mom, shouldn't we make investigating the work of the adventurer guild or something like that a subject of free research?

"Guild's? No, but that is………………………."

"Mm-hmm. That's a nice idea. I want you to think about it because if you can't, you can't give up."

It would be fun to do something of interest. Shirley, who understands the soul and gallbladder of her beloved daughters, eventually agreed to consider it.

I finished listening, Kyle and the others except Asterios looked up at the ceiling uniformly with a face that seemed nostalgic.

"Uh, I miss you. That's what happened when I was at school."

"Kids these days are a lot harder to deal with. There is no school building in my hometown, but the pastor who stayed at the church taught me how to read and write… what a time goes by."

"I can't even imagine Mr. Asterios's childhood or anything, but I do feel like school has changed. I didn't know the observation logs would be banned."

Shirley tilting her neck at Leia's words.

"Was it different when you were in school?

"When we were there, most of the students did it with observation logs. However, that didn't make it hard enough to call it homework because the pages were filled with events that didn't change a lot, and it was something that I could write in parallel with my summer journal."

"I get it. I get it. In our generation, free research was a story that only needed to be properly written for a few lines of notes a day. Every day, I did it with the same beetles that I kept."

"I was a quack. Sometimes I write about the results of a bug wrestle."

"I raised Asagao when I was a cop. It changes so much that it's interesting in the summer."

Apparently it used to be an easy challenge but there was a change for each generation. Much different from the free research Shirley was hearing about.

"Hmm. I don't admire the opportunity to ignore the opportunity to develop knowledge... but now you didn't recognize the observation journal as a free study. I'm just wondering how it went there."

"I have nothing to say about that."

"That's for sure... did that happen from under two of our bills? Because it's not an issue, it's a change."

Honestly, what feeds the future is Sophie and Tio's freedom. If you don't feel the significance, it would be a lot easier to end it. However, there is also a physical appearance in the school, and if the assignment does not function as an assignment, there may be enough additional notes.

"So, Mr. Yumina. I don't care about the tendency to request to be digested, or to investigate the tendency to request to be abandoned, but can I go in and out as a child's free research?

"You can't."

"Is that an instant answer!?

Yumina, sitting at the reception, answers instantly with a bitter smile. Next to Cood, who was surprised by his unspoken posture, Shirley had a slightly dissatisfied look at the matter, but the reason was obvious, so she didn't give it to her mouth.

"Even the Alliance has a minimum of confidentiality. Of course, if my client or adventurer would allow me, I wouldn't be able to..."

"……, right?"

"More than that, Mr. Shirley, you've come to the right place. Actually, he said the dragon moved out in the north..."

"Is this a shake…… you have to figure out what you can do again."

"I can ignore the boulders."

Shirley distorting her face in a difficult way. Looking for themes is part of the challenge, but I want to help my troubled daughters show them how to make choices. I'd love to help you with your free research. With that in mind, the Alliance door opened slightly rampantly and a voice was heard on the back with grey hair stretching out.

"Muffled! Look, you found it, Shirley!

The Lord of his voice is a man about twenty years of age, low in height and small in weight, dressed in tail and maid clothes, and surrounded by servants dressed in swallow tails and maids. My first impression would be something like an aristocratic idiot son.

I don't know about this kind of spicy assessment in the first person, but it's typical that I seem to be under the illusion that I'm God or something with my parents' money and power. When Kyle and the other guild officials and adventurers on the spot glared at what the hell was going on, such as when such a man spoke to Shirley safely, the man uttered an outrageous thing.

"Kee, you're gonna be my daughter-in-law! Oh, you're the most prestigious son of the Strahl family in the kingdom, and you're honored to be the bride of this Cumor and to have the next Duke!

"'' Blah, blah, blah!?

Fragments of boned meat on liquor and knobs, to the words of this man, Cumor Strahl, who suddenly proclaimed something extraordinary. Whether it was juice, confectionery, or even nothing to say, the adventurers were feathers that erupted what was in their mouths.