He Didn’t Want to Be the Center of Attention, Hence, after Defeating the Demon Lord, He Became Guild Master

By signing with Beatrice, I was able to get the old Stolen Mansion, but the realtor didn't say I was leaving, so on the surface, he said, "I think you liked it."

To be honest, I thought it would be more profitable for the eviction to continue due to the ghost noise, but eventually I assumed the risk that the anger of the evicted people would go to the realtor.

The Mansion has been reserved and made available to Guild members as a recreational facility. Of course, I don't do hospitality, but I hire someone to manage the Mansion. Beatrice can't distinguish herself from humans without even showing her demonic eyes - so now she's wearing a mask that only covers her golden eyes.

I didn't want to stand out, but there was a mask in the silver water bottle stand. When Eileen told me that Miralka had a better friend and that Yuma was going to do "The Masked Savior" with her when she left King's Landing to relieve her soul, I suddenly almost blew out alcohol. It goes without saying that Miralka, who visited after that, was nailed, "I don't want to be told by you who put on the mask at the beginning."

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After the debut of "The Masked Savior", the rumor was gradually spreading. After all, they are three people wearing a mask, but the atmosphere alone shows that they are beautiful women. The men who saw the figure didn't know that they were Demon King Crusaders, they must be beautiful by the mouth, and from the voice, they were young, no wonder how old they were, and the argument was heating up in the future. Even visitors to our pub talk about it.

"Absolutely... why won't you even call me? It's bad to keep me out of this while I'm doing my job of saving people."

Through the Knights' information network, Yuma's activities were also evident in Cody's ears, who identified members of the masked savior as former companions, not just petite monks, blonde wizards, and superior style fighters.

"We're with the Demon King Crusaders. I still think so, and this is how I look at the pub. [M] Dick, are you listening? I'm seriously complaining."

"Oh, I'm listening... I'm just a drunk. Don't say your name out loud."

"Eh... that's right, I'm sorry. And then, it got cool. But I'm not reflecting."

Cody is both good and bad, stupid, honest and serious. But it is also intuitive, and it is an intolerable character to come first after the work of the Knights has been completed like this.

You don't even know how it feels - Cody probably does. As always during the demon king crusade, I am also behind their activities.

I've been watching from afar with the feeling of harassment and parenthood, but Miralka didn't change the terrain with the magic of annihilation, and Eileen was a brilliant ally of justice with no demonization and no fear of people. Yuma prepared well in advance and limited herself to purifying only the dead spirits beyond the power of the village monks.

Their work was too perfect for them to do anything for the first time.

It's undeniable that it was fun just watching. Their battles have flowers, regardless of the opponent's level - no waste, no beauty. Although I can't say much about it facing the face.

"Cody can be hit with a single shot with a light sword. It's the only way to fight."

"Can't I join with a regular sword? Even if I'm busy, I can make it if I want to."

"Okay, I'll let you know when I really need your help. So stop drinking like that."

"... well, if that's what you are, I'll be waiting for you when you need me. Dee... no, I can trust you because you're so polite about that."

"When I need your help, it's like a national pinch."

"Hahaha... from my point of view, I guess you shouldn't want that to happen."

Today Cody didn't ask for Yale, he asked for a glass of liquor at first. Although it has been ten years, it has been drinking rum that has aged and melted with ice. The ice is shredded from the "ultra-pure ice mass" that can be taken from a place called the "ice cave" in the northern part of the King's City, and the filtered groundwater can freeze over time. It is a bonus that it is resistant to ice just by drinking it.

"... I'm going to ask you a rude question, but the customer looks unusual and women should be very popular. The ladies of nobility should be looking forward to attending the evening party now or now. Why are you going to this tavern?

Verlaine had always wondered and asked Cody here.

Cody looked at Brown's eyes and the ice in the glass made a noise, but he smiled and replied.

"I don't have many friends, so there's only one way I can relax my shoulders enough to meet my old friends like this."

"The Knights... no, at work, they think they're very much admired by their colleagues and subordinates."

"There's no one at work who sees me as a colleague or a peer. Because I got my current position in a different way. My men don't see me as a human being, they look at me like a god without joking."

"... you're in a lot of trouble too. Well, drink it. I'll drain you when I get home."

"No, if I don't leave you a little drunk, you won't be able to sleep today. Besides, you need to touch the place where the liquor breaks down, right?

Alcohol is metabolized in the liver, so you need to touch it. After medical behavior, I don't think men have any problems with each other - if you think about it, Cody has never been injured in a part of his stomach that needs to be undressed, so he never applied healing magic to such a part.

Cody is probably one of them, as there are sometimes socialists who don't want men to see each other's bodies. Just because we're not taking a bath together doesn't mean we're bad friends.

"Why are you so reluctant? To avoid hangovers, your customer's magic is perfect....."

"I know the amount of alcohol that won't resonate until tomorrow morning. There's only one more drink left."

Cody smiled refreshingly and drank the rum and asked for the same again. Sure, I've never seen Cody get drunk, so I'm pretty sure there's no mistake in his alcohol level.

When we get together, it's almost time to close the store.

So I tried to get a last order, and the doorbell rang, and a customer wearing a jacket came in.

In the hustle and bustle of the guest seat, Verlaine and I switch. The customer came in wearing an indigo coat for Wednesday.

A woman with strong eyes and a strong mind - she walks to the counter and says, "Look at Verlaine."

"... give me 'milk'. Otherwise," This is the only place I can drink, recommended "...."

"Excuse me, gentlemen and ladies, this is a social gathering."

"... to place an order on a customer, this guild... wants' milk '. Otherwise, please say," This is the only wine I can drink in this shop. "

It's annoying - no, it's very irritating. Even though she is quite beautiful, she has made a bad impression with her sword-swallowing attitude. I don't think it would bother me, but I don't care about it now.

The request this customer brings is probably not a simple matter.

This is my empirical conjecture, but even though I have contracted with the Alliance before, it seems like it will be a rare request for something special.

"Yes, would you like to 'blend with our specialty'?

"Do it." My Originals "... is this it?

"Yes, you have been recognized as a valued guest of the Guild."

A woman takes off her hood and sits next to Cody in two seats. Looking at his side, Cody seemed to have noticed something.

To make sure she doesn't hear, Cody grabs a coaster with a glass of rum and uses the droplets on the glass to draw letters. As the kingdom's strongest swordsman, his thin fingers said, "She is a servant of nobility."

"I heard this guild will take any job. I don't think I can do it, but I want you to know that... with my power, nothing will happen. I can't believe this happened...."

"Well, calm down. He's in a lot of a hurry."

At an early stage, I spoke to the customer - and then I contacted Verlaine with my eyes only to order.

Cody reads the air and takes his body off the counter a little.

I slipped the ordered drink in front of my client with my glass on the coaster.

"... what are you doing?

"It's the first time I've come to this store. Let me treat you like a regular."

"Hmm... I'm drunk. It's a pity to drink too late in your youth."

"Dear customer, this is the last order. If we can continue to talk after closing hours, if you don't have a drink, I'm sorry to hear about it...."

This time, the customer had an atmosphere that could be said to accept charity from strangers, but after sending a sharp gaze at me, he shrugged his shoulders. Apparently, she's behaving badly.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter if my personality is somewhat difficult - just calm down while I'm listening.

"These yellow ones... are apricots? I didn't expect fresh fruit to be in a shop like this on the back street."

The blend offered to her this time is a combination of soothing effects.

First, among the few tribes that live in the eastern Albain wetlands, called "moist apricots," the three days of excitement are soothed by the woman's mouth, and the fruit is said to be as gentle as her mother - a precious fruit, but it should be used in such situations. Liquor soaked in the fruit also has high potency with leaching ingredients.

Mix it evenly with 100% pure "Girl Coconut (Palm)" juice. What happens then - it's a pleasure she talks about.

"... nh... it's not as sour as I thought. Besides, this feeling of dripping down your throat and slipping all over your body...."

"How are you feeling?

She didn't answer Verlaine's question, stared at the glass for a while, and while dyeing her cheeks shamefully, she drank the rest.

After a while, her tight eyes gradually calmed down. It has been confirmed several times before that it has immediate effect.

"... please let me withdraw all of my frequently disrespectful remarks. I'd like your guild to talk to me... if it's a big guild, it's not a problem that can be solved. Whether you overlook it or make a mistake, the country is in danger."

Cody looks at her suddenly with a polite tone. And then you look at me, and I pretend I don't know you, and I snort the ale.

"I wonder if you could have stopped someone from plotting. I need your help to save this country."

"... who is this person? If it's hard to say it...."

The client woman wrote down the name of the feather pen on Verlaine's order sheet and showed it only to Verlaine.

The Verlaine who saw it moved her lips slightly so that she could not be understood. But I can accurately read that tiny movement.

His name is Zebias Vincent.

Jean Vinsburg - his father - broken into a duel with the First Princess Manarina and abandoned his engagement. I didn't expect to hear the family name again in this way.