Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

Adventurers' guilds often have a mix of tavern spaces, as does this guild.

When Mi takes you there, you will step into a place where numerous adventurous people are drinking and making noise.

Although the overall impression of those drinking in the tavern was strong, the variations in their talent were abundant.

There are a variety of people, including a muscular warrior-like man who tilts a jock ale in lavish fashion, an elf woman who mouths wine in a soaked manner, and a bandit-style man who seems drunk and runs his gaze around without alarm.

I was kind of expecting this beast girl to be the red dot, the mascot, of the party when I saw Mi running forward.

Although a mixed adventurer party doesn't seem uncommon, I still hear that there are relatively many men in the profession of adventurer.

And apparently, there are quite a few adventurer parties that collapse because of a relationship involving women.

Mi doesn't even look like that type, but I also hear the woman doesn't look like it.

Either way, you might want to be careful not to get along more intimately with her than you need to.

I followed Mi with that in mind.

"Ooh, Mi, good job. Is that your new candidate?

Two of the four-man table seats did have two figures sitting on their hips.

And it's one of them who's been calling me right now.

The two people there were brilliantly betraying my vague expectations.

We were both girls.

They both seem human, together, the same age as me when I was old, or slightly younger than that.

One of us, the one who spoke up, was a crude looking girl who threw her legs out on the table.

He has dark hair as ponytail and dark eyes.

The clothes you're wearing are something you don't see much around here.

I do remember that there was an ethnic costume in the Oriental country called Kimono Hakama.

The girl in front of me is wearing it now. It was based on an empty colour, and it was quite remarkable to go hand in hand with her own fragile appearance.

There is also a strong opposite sword waved on his lower back, and he is raised with it in his sheath.

Surely that too should have been a weapon called the sword (Katana) of the same Eastern country.

Meanwhile, one of the others on the spot was a girl wearing a white robe that looked like a cleric.

Platinum blonde hair is cut into semi-short lengths, and her fantastic purple eyed eyes give the girl the impression that she looks serious when paired with her cum-tied mouth.

A further characteristic of her is the size of her chest, which pushed her white robe up a lot, even though it would be a bit of a downward look.

It dwelt in the silhouette of the girl, a beauty that presided over motherhood.

Whatever surprised me was that the two people there were women.

But if you think about it calmly, that's not something else that's problematic either.

It is not always appropriate to decide that you have no strength because you are a woman.

While it is certain that women are generally inferior to men in terms of muscle mass and the like when viewed biologically, there are also studies that suggest that the amount of motivation (aura) to tour the body tends to be greater than that of men.

If that is true, it can be said that it is premature to assume that women are inferior to men as the qualities of adventurers.

Therefore, it should not be a problem there.

More than that, you should now be aware of another bizarre part.

"We talked about warriors and clerics, but technically you seem a little different. ─ ─ Did you say Samurai? I remember they were the ones dealing with the unique swordsmanship of the Eastern countries, but that's for sure?

When I heard that, the brunette girl who was throwing her legs off the table rode herself out to eat fry and live in the right place.

"Heh, I know about us! Honestly, it doesn't make sense to say Samurai, so I just named him a warrior. Oh, you know what? I'm glad to hear that."

That's how the brunette girl gives me her right hand.

"I'm Satsuki, Samurai as you can see. - What about you?

"I studied magic and other indoctrination at the School of Magic, William. Even if you say you know Samurai, it's just knowledge."

I shake my hand back on the offered hand and introduce myself.

"Hey, that's okay. I'm just glad you know."

Girl laughing comfortably with karakara saying so.

I rated this Samurai girl Satsuki as a man without a backdrop.

At least it doesn't seem like a bad person.

And the other.

The priestly coat girl sitting next to Satsuki similarly offers her hand.

"I'm Cyril. The goddess of light and righteousness, the priest who serves Ahatna."

"It's William. Regards."

I'll shake that hand back too and respond briefly.

I wasn't yet deciding whether to party with them, but I felt they didn't seem intuitively bad people, and if so, I had no reason to conditionally say no.

I was on summary judgment to throw a party with them.