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

He was an ordinary student born in a peaceful world, in a peaceful country, everywhere. Such a happy person who naturally has parents and naturally has friends and naturally enjoys a rich life free of disabilities.

"Ko, is this...?

But the irrationality of the world seems to strike without exception, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was in the vortex of the worst of all.

That was when I was taking classes at school as usual. A magical pattern emerged throughout the classroom, and he was wrapped in a strong light, and he was with thirty of his classmates in a room reminiscent of a temple covered in white stone, on a large pedestal set in the center of it.

"Well done, brave men."

"So who is it!?

All of a sudden, the first person to react to the voice called from under the pedestal was the teacher who was in class. Ahead of the teacher's gaze, who shelters the students by spreading his hands...... there he has a heartfelt and welcoming grin as a blonde beauty follows multiple humans with her robe feathers, dressed in clothes that seem to be worn by an old royalty or something.

"I am the emperor of this empire, Alberto Ragdor. In anticipation of the brave men you've chosen as goddesses, I'd like to ask you a favor."

Beautiful blonde...... Alberto bows his head respectfully with his right hand against his chest and begs (orders) to distort his expression in an ugly way while no one knows his expression, etc.

"I want you to defeat the wicked witch who leads this world into confusion and get my wife back who was taken away"

Making a crisp noise, he sees the mug handles he had broken from his roots, and Shirley returns to his desk as he clasps up a drink that falls zero out of the cup in the air.

"... have you aged?

It is an ominous precursor, he said, for dishes to break, and for black cat queues to pass in front of them, or for shoelaces to break a thousand without touching them.

That said, it's just superstition. Shirley gives the mug to the clerk, thinking it's ridiculous to really think about something bad happening, etc., as soon as she doesn't think it's a big deal.

"It looks like this mug was aging. Shouldn't you be replacing it?

"Oh, excuse me. Didn't your clothes get wet or anything?

"Yep. No problem"

On his way to the kitchen, the clerk who received the mug began to move busily as he sipped alcohol during the day, was stopped by an adventurer who ate a thousand pieces of meat and took out the slip paper that had been in his pocket.

This is a tavern annexed to the Adventurer Guild. Even though eating at Villa Taole is not the place most Shirleys use, I only ordered rare and cold drinks today. The reason for this is simply… simply hydrating.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!? Ahhh!?

"My back... my back hurts so bad...!

"Me, after our... ranks have risen... Shirley, I feel like I'm training... tougher..."

Square on the premises where it is a training ground. In autumn, rolling full of creativity on the grass that has begun to wither is Kyle, Cood and Leia's threesome party.

"Meh, I got on board because rarely did you invite me to training from Mr. Shirley... Really, I got a terrible look..."

"You've all gained some strength, too. If you don't get this tough, you won't get it."

The training method is in action. The result was disastrous for Shirley, who dealt with her bare opponent as a handful, although the three challenged her in the basic formation of Kud and Leia launching ranged attacks while avant-garde Kyle layered with various supporting magic, starting with physical strengthening and physical hardening.

Over and over again, the result remained the same, eventually passing by as he dived into Kyle's blind spot. No, no, Cood was kicked in the belly and blown away, Leia was slapped from her back by the tree with a back throw, and Kyle finally looked back and guessed Shirley's whereabouts and was struck in the palm bottom in the jaw.

"Mr. Shirley... you were so strong without a sword"

"Well, I'm also assuming you lost your sword"

Shirley without a sword and others cursed their shallow carelessness when they challenged them to be just luxurious women, orgasms without sticks.

Even if you don't have a stick, an orga is an orga, and you don't have to have a sword to be a mother-in-law. He wasn't the only one who could do anything with less than one young man's neck aligned.

"But that's unusual. I can't believe Mr. Shirley's accompanying us in our training. We're more than welcome to train people."

".................. I also had a little trouble with the training"

"Um... that could be about Sophie and the others...?

Looking at Kyle with a little surprise, he replied in a panic, "Because I saw him at the weapons store before".

"... I teach you the art of fighting, considering all the events that have happened this year and the world where demons are spreading... but you have to be tough, but you can't be tough."

I was not going to teach as a mother more thoroughly and without compromise than my daughters would have liked. Fighting is not something you can do about it in a sweet way.

But his instincts as a semiimmortal (immortal) show a rejection. Like being forced to refuse to eat or sleep... no, more rejection binds Shirley.

"This body and soul, once, has degenerated from vengeance and once more from the birth of their daughters. We're no longer talking about ideas, we can't hurt our daughters because of biological structural relationships anymore."

The Canary, which has been transformed into a semiimmortal (Immortal) by its temperament as a vicious tyrant of nature, overlays small vices to maintain a balance with good deeds and manages to adjust them to be accepted by society, but Shirley's parent idiot has no fine dust for what he is allowed to do but is therefore unfit to stop.

Even if it can be done intentionally to stop the body's autonomy or remove the limiter to protect the body, the body and soul refuse to scratch Sophie or Tio's body, albeit with training... that's how the semiimmortal (Immortal) Shirley is.

"Nothing is more dangerous than the power to wear it in half. It brings a bad heart. So I'm hoping I'll have to do something..."

Someone else with my daughters...... I thought if I went along with Kyle's training I might be able to grab something, but still no clue. It's like looking for a grain of sand by hand in the dark of ignorance.

"Isn't that okay...?

Kyle groaned in a potpout as he worried as he looked up at the irreplaceable sky.

"Oh, no... I'm not taking Mr. Shirley's troubles lightly. We've survived because Asterios and Shirley taught us to be tough."

"So what the hell is going on?

"... do you remember what I said in this place before?

season between spring and summer. Shirley remembered when the Empire first started interfering with Sophie and Tio.

"If you have any problems, make a request... that's what you said"

"Yes, yes! Half a serving like me. Then I may not be able to count on it... but there is one other cup of people who are good at teaching. It's a little different to say it's the right material... but if you hire a mentor to pay to hit it hard and teach it together, it'll be fine."

…………

"That's why I don't think Mr. Shirley needs to be forced to hit hard, yes. If I can't do it, it might not work, and I think Mr. Shirley should teach you as politely as he has... how about that?

I felt the scales fall from my eyes. Hire someone who can teach you the part of your parents you can't teach... it's natural if you think about it.

"... apparently I've been thinking too much on my own again"

Same as a private school. Just as I rely on a place called school to teach interpersonal relationships that my parents can't teach, I just need to rely on it again. It's also Shirley's bad habit that I didn't realize that.

The strong assumption I had shortly after the birth that I had to raise my daughters by myself was still creeping into her roots. But if you think calmly, you can compromise for your daughter, a particularly meaningless detention that is unique to parents.

Even now, he said he had raised his daughters with the help of those who started with Martha, but sometimes it was a major change in educational policy that shaped the future of the two of them, and only intentions were ahead of him, narrowing his horizons.

"I had no idea you'd notice that when a younger boy told you to do it more than once..."

"Huh!? Oh, the... Something, I'm sorry. I'm so busy..."

"Why do you apologize? I still appreciate it."

Seriously or modestly, should I say humble or cautious again... Shirley unwittingly overflows a bitter smile at Kyle, who bows her head without meaning as she scratches her head.

"That was helpful. Let me put what I've just been told into my options."

If so, Shirley assembles the arithmetic in her head.

In addition to the usual request rewards, Shirley, who is also close to Canary, often receives requests directly from Canary in exchange for large sums of money. The same is true during the Battle of the Dragon King and the Nana capture of the Thieves.

Thanks to the repetition of those things, the gold coins I have saved for my daughters have already climbed to hundreds of millions. It's for times like this that we should usually open the door to the safe that we just save up.

(We need to find talented people who are worthy of coaching our daughters, combining strength, personality, and leadership...)

It is usually difficult to feel thankful because we only have a general life against the amount of savings, but the power of gold is great at times like this. With tens of thousands of pieces of gold, most wishes in human society will come true.

(Especially if I'm jealous of leaving instruction to my daughters, etc... I'm not going to be an irresponsible imitator though)

Even if you hire a mentor, tell them without leaving any moves or knowledge that you can convey. Once again, Shirley swore to her heart.

"When it came to advice, it was good. If you have any problems, tell me."

"... right. Someday I may ask you to join Sophie and Tio."

"Two opponents... those two feel like chunks of talent, and I might lose confidence when I'm a training opponent"

Kyle answers without looking particularly concerned about anything that doesn't seem to be a joke. Hiddenly a pale grin as he hears it, Shirley eases the pain to the point of being stuffy and walks over to Cood and Leia rolling to the ground in a calm manner.

"Let's take a break. I'll get you a drink."

"Yay..."

"Oh, thank you..."

When they took the potion of health recovery from the demonic prop "Toolbox of the Brave" and threw it one at a time, the three of them swung at once.

Potions of sorts that heal fatigue used to be alienated by the smell of medicine and bitterness, but these days the sweetness of honey has been added to make it very easy to drink. It is more popular these days than fruit water, and is sometimes sold for the purpose of enjoying the flavor even to the average person.

"Speaking of which, isn't private school that season anymore?

"Am I right?... Oh, no, you already had that event"

In the middle of a break bickering, Shirley changes the color of her eyes when she hears of a private school event that Cood and Leia have spoken of.

"What is that event?

"Mr. Shirley, quick. He said it was too soon to set up a projector."

"Hahaha...... at least I don't think Mr. Shirley's turn will ever come"

Cood told Shirley as he quickly began to take care of the projector, putting his hand on his chin.

"Maybe it's time to be notified? We talk about school trips scheduled every fall, two and three grades."