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

The plans of the Duke of Vincent were reported directly to the King by Kirsch Auguste, with the guardianship of the other Dukes. Initially, it was supposed to be reported to the Prime Minister, but the Prime Minister himself was able to appreciate the achievements he had prevented from shaking the country and set up a venue for the King.

Not all the other dukes were unaware that one of the long-standing dukes had been corrupt since the time of Zebias. Although the Duke, the lord of the Vincent family, regarded his attempts to force his engagement with the princess as an aberration in the Duke's Orlando family and Støren family, and there was also Jean's prodigal women's problem, and there was a growing voice that he should listen to the internal situation.

The Stolen family sent a friendly letter when they learned that the mansion they once owned was operated safely by my guild. Orlans and Støren have a strong relationship of trust, and by putting them in jewellery, they have become guardians of Kirsch.

I think it is something that I will keep in mind for any job. Yuma, who purified the dead spirit that gathered in the Mansion, could also be said to have indirectly helped us in this case. If you talk about it, you won't miss Yuma for not being able to attend alone.

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The Vincent family was in the grip of losing their titles, but was calmed down by the warmth of their demotion to the Vicomte. Not all of Zebias and Jean were part of the family, but some didn't know what they were doing.

One of the Dukes became vacant and was to be re-elected by the Marquis. There was a sufficient period of time before deciding on the most suitable house for the Duke among the Marquises, until two dukes stood at the top of the aristocracy.

Kirsch was fortunate enough to be employed by the Orlandos. He bought his abilities and loyalty to his lord for his country. Her men were to remain under Kirsch except for the treacherous ones - she was to talk again about her latest developments and rewards. I can say that I have already got what I want, but Kirsch said that he was uncomfortable with it.

And a week after the ruling from the King came,

As the butler of the mask, I invited four "saviours" to dinner at Beatrice's Mansion.

Before I got to my dinner table, I talked to Yuma about not asking for help with this request, but she didn't seem to care.

"If my power helps in a struggle between people... it will relieve those who died carelessly. That's one of our monks' real jobs, but if you're happy with it, you'll worry about Dick."

"Yuma... you've grown up. He said he wanted to sedate all his souls."

"No, I really want to calm you down... but I was wondering if it would be okay if you could hold on, hold on, and then you could ask Dick to set up a place for you to soothe your soul."

I have a smile that can definitely be said to be a Virgin, but what I'm saying makes me feel disobedient.

"... in a masked monk, you can only relieve a little stress?

"Ha, yes... it's very filled, and since I'm a monk at the Albain God Church, I'm known for my clothes even with a mask on, so the amount of donations is going to increase. But when Beatrice gathered the spirit of death, I can't forget the feeling of purifying it all at once... ahh... I want to touch Dick's soul like that..."

"I see... if you just touch it, you don't mind anytime?

Yuma glances at me and blinks her crushed eyes. I didn't immediately understand the meaning of the reaction.

"No, I will keep Dick until he becomes a grandfather and is taken care of by his family and travels only to God."

"... family. To start a family, we need a wife."

"Ah... yes. As for that matter, my father and mother would have liked even Dick in the future... ah, ahh..."

"Deacon, Yuma. I've already sat down and waited, but I wonder if you're still picking it up?

"Nh... I'm sorry. Deacon, please talk to me again this time...!

Yuma ran and sat next to Miralka. I wondered if Miralka would hold me back, just laughing and talking to Yuma.

"Would you like an aperitif?

"I'm the butler's recommendation."

"Me too! Yuma, you got any milk? I can't break the ban until today..."

"Yes, please have a drink other than milk or alcohol"

"Well, I guess I'll just... do what I always do."

The last person to place an order is Cody. She is sitting next to Eileen in her private clothes today.

Cody doesn't care about his clothes so much as he asks me what kind of clothes he usually wears. I've introduced the tailor I've always looked after.

I thought those days would continue.

A few of your best friends who can talk with their bellies broken. Just because I don't want to lose that kind of existence, will I continue to deny what I see for the rest of my life?

Would Cody forgive me if he knew I had seen him?

Cordelia Brannage. Her home village had a birth record with her name on it.

That was because if I had my information network, I would have been able to investigate it without moving. I never thought of checking again on the identity of my people, and this was the first time I wanted to know about Cody's birth.

Even if she had always cut Braun's hair short, I sometimes thought it would grow longer. I wonder if the man who is traveling with me is really the man who is drinking next door.

Every time, I dispensed with the idea that such a thing was impossible. In fact, I thought if I asked her about it, she would lose her trust.

So what I'm going to do is make Cody angry, and even if he's disconnected, there's nothing I can do about it.

Still, just a little more, so she can relax. Even if you have to keep pretending to be a man, I want you to relax your shoulders somewhere.

"Today is a special dinner party to work with you. If you don't mind, I'll take care of Cody's drink."

…… Yeah, let me ask you something. "

I thought my heart would bounce. If I don't have to do this, pretend I don't know, and I'm drunk and dreaming, I can continue the same relationship.

That's the peace I wanted. So there's no mistake.

I also know that what I'm about to do is wrong. I've never felt so scared.

I was glad Cody showed his face to the store regularly.

It was the same feeling whether Cody was a man or a woman.

"Excuse me. I will prepare an aperitif."

Beatrice pushes a wagon with an aperitif glass into the dining room.

On top of the wagon is a glass filled with a blend of four colors. Miralka is red, Eileen is blue, Yuma is white, and Cody is yellow.

"It is an original blend of" Silver Bottle Pavilion "and" Rainbow Shizuku "."

Add one drop to the end of the blend to turn it into a seven-color wine. The base of liqueur, brandy and juice mixed in its own ratio is delicious enough, but the final drop greatly changes the impression of taste.

"... Dick... this is..."

I'm a masked butler, but Cody called me by my name to say that he couldn't care less.

Without saying anything, I'll have Beatrice push the wagon and put the glass in front of the four of us. The glass of the triangle is filled with clear wine of each of the four colours.

Cody would ask for Yale - I thought so. When I first came to the shop, it was a habit that had been protected ever since I told him, "Mostly male customers ask for ale."

After that, Cody asked me for a drink that a man drinks, and that's all he asked for.

I don't like being called an honorable man, and I'm trying to behave like a man - that's what I thought. Half of them were correct and half were out of line.

She was playing because I didn't realize she was a woman.

That's why I have to finish. In a way that can be communicated without words.

"... this must be some kind of mistake. I'll only have ale or rum... and I won't ask for other drinks without so many exceptions."

"No, it's no exception. Never lost your mind."

Miralka, Yuma and Eileen's expression changed. I can't believe it - I can't afford to have that look on my face.

Five years. It's because we celebrated today without realizing it for five years.

Cody tries to tell me something. At first, he seemed angry... but...

"... I could ask you a question later. This is going to be a big loan."

"Yes... I understand. Still, there is no mistake in what you are serving now. If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know what penalties apply."

I'll keep my head down. I was also prepared to be angry that I was making a fool of myself.

But I will never reprimand you. And Cody took a deep breath.

"... I'll ask you what you're going to do later. But I think that's what this is all about. Looks like I'm the one who should have been prepared."

Allowing me to raise my head, I take four eyes.

No one has any eyes to blame. Instead, Miralka and Eileen were wondering if they had noticed more now.

"Why you chose today and when... I have a lot to ask you. For now, I'll spare Cody and let him ask you no questions."

"I'm sorry, Miss Miralka."

Er, are you still the butler? Dick, you must be embarrassed to talk to Cody barefaced. "

"... I don't really care. That's what I've always been and always will be...."

Cody said that, but her ears turned bright red.

I haven't seen that face since I asked you to take a bath with me while I was traveling as a Demon King Crusader.

"Still, Dick lost his best friend."

"No, no. I'm fine, you can still treat me like a man. If that's not the case... well, I'm in trouble..."

"I understand a lot. That's why I'm drinking today!

"Ah, well, I'm happy with the butler, but the alcohol..."

"We have the same tailoring, but only Yuma's is free of alcohol, so don't worry."

"That's right, Dick... even without alcohol, we have a blend that tastes closer. I need you to teach me the recipe regularly from now on....."

Beatrice has done enough as the owner of this mansion, but if she says so, she will need regular visits.

But the four eyes are terrifying - visiting Beatrice's Mansion means supplying her with magic to keep her real. It is not always the case, but she also has a pretense of expecting it.

Yuma smiled and while Cody's face remained red, she returned to her usual refreshing smile, but she felt that the meaning of the eyes looking at us had changed subtly.

"... that's what you're going to mean when you bake mochi in the future? Everyone's been through a lot."

"Yakimochi can't be helped. Dick, I don't even know."

"Really. It's a type that pulls as much as it pulls and doesn't feed. You're a real fisherman."

"Gu... I'm just a masked butler..."

"I am also a masked monk. Let me just say this to you... please give me more attention."

Yuma drops a bomb all of a sudden - but it makes everyone smile.

That's what she's been doing for a long time. Seems to be out of the world, not really.

"Dick, you remember your promise to me? I won't forgive you for saying I forgot."

"Ah, is that what this job is all about? Then why don't you come over and have a drink with me next time? You can bring Verlaine with you."

"Well then, I... I'll leave Dick alone, and I'll always be ahead of you, so I'll have him hang out with sword practice."

Everyone makes a request to me. I've always wanted to have a drink at the tavern - apparently that's not all I can get you in.

"Well then, Dick... no, the masked butler. Cheers, please."

"Why am I even saying...? Ladies and gentlemen, raise your glasses... cheers!

Cheers!

The Demon King Crusaders, and now the Masked Saviors, unite their voices.

Tonight's dinner party is not scheduled to end. They drank a lot, talked a lot, and worked hard with each other.

There has been a change and there are parts that remain unchanged throughout this incident.

Tomorrow, I will return to my irreversible daily routine. Now I want you to be comfortably drunk with everyone.

"Deacon, can I get you something to drink?

"Can you teach us how to make it? I thought you were the only one who knew everything."

"Hey, Dick, I told you to remember the recipe by imitating it, so you can show it to me."

"Hmm... it's interesting how you make it. Let me try, the butler in the mask."

"Now, answer my request...."

Shakers to blend the wines Beatrice has prepared - this is not widespread in King's City taverns. Because the culture of mixing alcohol itself is not widespread in Albain, just because I was interested to hear from exotic people.

Add the ingredients to the shaker and start shaking. And when I poured it into the glass, my dear friends stared at me with their eyes shining as if they were jewels.