Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Though.

For a while we outsiders had nothing to do but watch.

While there was a series of events happening in the family that welcomed my runaway son, whose mother flew in from the back of the room and snapped Elan, whose father flew in and punched Elan with his fist bones, and whose sister also joined him and slapped Elan, and then apologized for worrying him, the neighbors and I had to pull a few steps back and watch in an uninterrupted place, Sarah just snorted in tears, and because the door was open, it was a noise that sounded all over the stairs, and the neighbors opened the door and peered at the noise, and I was somewhat unsure.

Should I get this back out, but if I don't talk to my family, Elan won't have a place either, and I'm lost, I'm finally getting a little calm from Elan's family.

"Go to the back. We're sorry for all the inconvenience."

There was guidance that

"You can calm down a little later. As for this one, I don't mind coming back."

And I didn't want to.

"I'd love to know what happened to my runaway son."

That was the story, so I decided to ask if it was so.

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Elan's house was somehow a house of ordinary wealthy citizens.

Splendid houses in second-class neighborhoods, beautiful white lacquer, well polished wood floors, and windows are alive.

There are plenty of lights to incorporate from armored doors close to the heavens, and rooms with large tables and chairs are designed as comfortable and attentive spaces to welcome visitors.

"It's a nice home."

And I accidentally say what it's like when someone I know is called when they build a house.

"Yeah. Home is still the foundation of the family. I think a good home makes a good family."

That was Elan's father's word.

Then I told Elan's parents everything I know.

That I was painting and got angry at the store and popped up.

That he lived after that as the bottom adventurer hunting for the nucleus of the slime to earn a penny.

That I just caught my eye when I recruited someone who could paint in my guild.

Something that convinced me to go back to the merchant because I don't seem to be able to do it as an adventurer out of my outfit.

The parents were surprised at each of the stories, staring at Elan with a harsh eye for what was not his hand, and Elan was getting smaller than this on the chair.

As a matter of fact, when I finished talking about the situation, Elan's family was also too often surprised and tired, or the flow of brewing tea to rest.

I think they make tea that smells pretty good because I'm being treated as a benefactor.

That's how I looked at the room while I was off, and, uh, the painting on the wall caught my eye.

table in the reception room and a picture of the family sitting there.

It wasn't technically good, but it was a strangely impressive painting.

"That's, like, a little..."

"Yeah, it's our son's painting. I've been painting all my life since I was a kid... and I allowed business as a road trip with the promise to do it well, but thank you for this time..."

Until then, I turned to my listener and my mother kept her mouth shut.

"Thank you so much for helping our son!

and has bowed his head deeply.

Elan seemed to realize how many people he had been worried about, and when he first met him, he had no infidelity at all when he asked how old he was, and he was completely smaller.