Homeless Tensei: Isekai De Jiyuu Sugiru Majutsu Jisoku Seikatsu

Early morning, not long after sunrise.

I was headed for the guild with a white cardigan woven from the top of an orange robe.

The time is only five o'clock in the morning. Still, people are walking around in Marna, and you can see the shops that are already open in the market.

"Ha ha ha! Elf lady there! We have ripe apu today! If you want it for breakfast, you can let him buy it!

"... then just one"

"Every time! You should taste the fully sweet fruit!

I bought red fruit at a green fruit shop run by a naked man in my upper body.

Honestly, I don't want to get close to this Arnold store, but I have to buy it because it opens fastest in the market and offers the best and freshest range of products. However, surprisingly, Arnold, the shopkeeper, is popular with the neighborhood aunts. I don't understand.

When we arrived at the guild through the market, we lowered our hips on the stairs in front of the entrance.

Several adventurers have already sat down the stairs just like me, but they're all swordsmen or fighters. I'm the only one who's a magician.

"I knew only products were good."

Blurring with apu fruit.

It is ripe and sweet as the store owner said. The pleasant shaky texture is enough to make you regret that you should have bought another one. That said, given the cost of living, you can't divide that much into the cost of food. I am in the middle of an admiration.

When the sun starts to rise and the area starts to warm up, people gather together.

The adventurers, of course.

Waiting for the guild to open as the inflexible man or woman talks.

Their purpose is to receive new requests to be posted to the Alliance.

The request is basically renewed three times a day, among which the morning request becomes a fierce contest. The reason is simple. Low difficulty tends to stick out, so nature and low strength adventurers come looking for work in the morning.

But I'm not. I'm not here for the request.

"I guess it's time"

I drank a little water from the water bottle and then I glanced at the watchtower that was built in the city.

The time is 5: 30 AM. It's time for the Alliance to open.

Where I thought so, the door opens and about fifty adventurers enter the building.

When I went into the guild trying to chase after them too, the adventurers had already begun to take each other in front of the bulletin board.

"That's a request I take! Don't flaunt me!

"Oh my God, you son of a bitch! This one took it first, so you're the one who took it!

"Ah!? Cora! I was touching you before you did! Stop arguing!

"Hey! That slime crusade is mine!

"Stop it and let go! My protective gear's gonna break!

"Big breasts like a little silly slime! I'll tear you apart!

Ugly strife that can't even be seen.

But this is the adventurer's routine.

Nobody stops because it's the usual thing. Even guild officials persist in the stance that fighting is self-inflicted. If it's just killing each other, I think it's going to stop them, but are the adventurers doing what they shouldn't? Not much to develop that far.

When I sat on the bench where it was installed, I decided to observe what was going on in front of the bulletin board for a while.

"Okay! I took it! Let's just get a request!

Looks like a group of four got a single request.

Decided to be old enough to look no different from me from my face and words and deeds.

The party composition is also lacking in swordsmen, fighters, big shield users, spears and good timing and demon mentors.

I rushed over where they officially took on the request.

"Would you mind adding me to your crew, if I may!

"Am I? That outfit...... Intermediate Demon Mentor!? And you're an elf! Fine, fine! Come on in! You were just looking for a magician!

The young man, the leader, welcomed me with a smiling look.

But here's the problem.

The general public agrees with me simply by saying to the elf that he is a magician.

"So... Actually, I can only use elementary magic..."

"Oh, by saying I didn't talk about this"

The young man refused lightly with a true face.

I break my knee when they leave the guild.

Again. They turned me down again.

It's been a month since I've been here to Marna, but there's still no one to put the party together properly.

Everybody fires me as soon as they know my magic.

Fortunately, some parties could be accompanied, but it is as a luggage holder and not as the Wizard I want. Thanks to this, life is a fire train every day, and I live long while finely doing internal work, etc.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I thought my sleeping power would soon wake up when my new life began to flourish in a new place. The reality is too harsh.

"Why are you facing me like that?"

Somehow someone sat beside me.

If you look to the side, your little middle-aged father is looking at me with a sniveling beard.

"Rubbish, dwarf!

"That's the dialogue over here. It's not like elf flair is turning Dwarves away."

"You've got a good heart! Short-footed father! If it's a fight, take it and don't stand up!

When I tried to wrap my arms around him and hit the Dwarf in front of me, someone strapped my feathers around me.

I'm desperate and jittery, but I can't fluff because of the strong power of the person behind me.

My bearded father was grinning with his belly when he saw it.

Goddamn it, Dad! I'll definitely punch you!

"Calm down. Don't let Mr. Dahl get on with his provocation."

"To? Girl?

Looking back, it was a beautiful looking woman with wings tightened.

Her hair was young grass coloured and came with ribbons behind her, and her dripping forehead gave her an intelligent, mature look.

"I heard Dwarves and Elves weren't close, but we didn't expect to fight each other so far"

It is the man directly beside the woman who says that.

She had young grass hair similar to that of a woman, and wore an orange robe and hat like a magician. Apparently he's an intermediate magician to see from the color.

By the way, I am a junior magician so I would have to wear a yellow robe originally, but I really wanted to look good and wear an orange robe. He is not the same real thing as me who is fake. So.

Where I settled down, the woman let me go.

I just want to beat up the angry dwarf soon, but I'm just going to give up because I can tighten my wings again and stop it.

I was more concerned that these three seemed to have something for me than that.

"For what? If you're going to make fun of me, I'll shoot you in the fireball. Even a junior magician can take a burn."

"It's not true. I just called to ask her out to the party."

Huh!? Party!? Why!?

I am confused by the words of my Dwarf father. Because if these three are partying, there's already an intermediate magician. Well, there's never been a party with more than one Wizard enrolled, but I don't see the point in incorporating intermediate and elementary into the composition.

"Uh, I knew you were mistaken. It was Mr. Dahl who said it, so explain it properly."

"I get it. This is why retarded elves get in trouble."

Oh? A fucking dwarf to do.

I was interrupted earlier, but now I'm gonna beat you up.

I was about to wrap my arms around it again, and I donned the backpack that the Dwarf in front of me was carrying on the floor.

"I'll officially throw you a party as a luggage man"

"Huh? Luggage? Don't be ridiculous. I'm a magician."

"It's good to talk about ideals, but why don't you see reality? Little girl."

I was suppressed by the serious look on Dwarf's face and shut up.

"Actually, I've been watching you for the past few days. I don't know what to say, but you're not prepared to be an adventurer first over strength. Even if you think about it, an adventurer is risking his life to make money. Naturally, it's the ones who can keep their lives together. Is it worth it? Knowledge? Technology? How do you survive? I can't feel one thing. So you can't even use magic. You're not going to be scouted by anyone."

I didn't get a word to say back.

Because you were right. I was neither aware nor prepared to be an adventurer.

I just came here hoping to grow up as a magician. That's all.

Dwarf laughed nicely.

"I'm late in introducing myself, but I'm Dal La Quebra, the fang leader of the earth. Call me Dal. Roy is your magician. The spear man is Meena."

"The fangs of the earth... with that being said, I think I recently had that name at a party promoted to intermediate..."

"Whoa, that's about us. Well, I'll hire you as a luggage man, so remember Iloha, a solid adventurer. Falling Elves"

"Ku...... thank you......"

I just want to abuse me in the elves. Must be.

Still, let's be honest here and thank you. Let me live and study as an adventurer.

Besides, I didn't feel bad about adventuring with Dal with wonder.

I have a bad mouth and a big attitude, but because I felt just a little something like kindness.

Yeah. About a millimeter. Maybe he's a good guy for a dwarf.

Thus my adventurer life finally moved out.