I Favor the Villainess

Walk the atmospheric township that was somewhat floating before the time of vacation.

The sunlight felt like it was time to get tough, and I finally felt it was summer.

"Where are you going?

It is my dear Claire who has asked so.

Since Claire is under the sun umbrella I give her, I would never let the skin of the beads have sunburn.

"I need to get a little wild before vacation."

"For wild?

"It's really a small thing. I don't know... do you want to keep out of trouble?"

"I'm not sure."

In such a way as not to obtain guidelines, Mr. Claire slipped his neck.

It's a lot cute, yes.

"Still, what kind of blow is it? I can't believe you're following me for my personal use."

My outing today is entirely personal.

It was totally unexpected of me that Master Claire said he would follow me.

"... nothing. It doesn't make any sense. I kind of wanted to hit the outside wind."

With that said, Lady Claire turned to her face.

Is that it?

Are you in a bad mood?

"But, Master Claire, I don't like it when it's usually hot, but you don't like where it hits the sun."

Hot things are hot even if you give them an umbrella.

What does my poor Claire like about going out in the sun?

"I... Ka Ra! You better get back to work!

"Ha..."

I don't know, does that mean I felt that way somehow today?

Master Claire is as whimsical as a cat, so maybe there are days like that.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm most welcome to spend more time with Master Claire, so I reconsidered trying to enjoy this time without further thought.

"So, where are you going?

"I'll be right there. … right here."

That's why I stopped in front of a building.

"Thur Chamber of Commerce......? Are you shopping for something?

Read the room number written on the sign, and Master Claire asks.

"No, that's not why. I need to talk to my husband here for a second."

"Hmm......? Well, that's fine. I'll be in as soon as I can. It's so hot in here."

"So if you could just wait at the college..."

"Ha... yah!

"Yes."

I just went after Master Claire trying to get inside the store, and I'm going into the store too.

"Welcome...... let!? This is it, Master Claire. For what kind of places like this...?

Looking at Master Claire, the old shopkeeper, who seemed to be a good person, showed how he panicked.

His name is Mr. Hans.

He is a handyman who chops up this Thule Chamber of Commerce by himself.

Mr. Hans' wolf can't help it either.

The Thule Chamber of Commerce is not a small chamber of commerce, but it is never even big.

Unless you are a small or medium aristocrat, you should rarely welcome a grand aristocrat like Lord Claire.

"I'm not the one who needs you. Look, Ray. Just finish your errands."

When she sank her hips on the couch that she would use for the business conversation that was in the corner of the store, Master Claire said so, not even looking interested.

I'm not doing anything, I'm putting my gaze around the store.

"Hello, Mr. Hans"

"Hey, Ray. I'm surprised. Isn't this the first time Master Claire's been with you?

"Yeah. That's kind of what he was feeling today."

Exchange greetings with Hans, etc.

He's still got a good vibe.

But...

"So, Ray. What kind of money story did you bring me today?

With that said, Mr. Hans' expression changed from something soft until then to that of a merchant.

Mr. Hans and I have, in fact, been interacting for a long time.

Actually, he's a merchant character who sells items in games.

In this world, we are friends who take care of a variety of things in connection with Blume.

I've had the necessary ingredients sourced from Blume's new dishes, and in return, I haven't had one from Blume's supplier.

For that reason, it seems that in him a diagram can be made of equals money making stories that I come to the store.

"I'm sorry, but today, rather, I'm here to let you crush your money making stories"

"What?"

Mr. Hans makes a decent face.

I go on.

"Perhaps, but I think there are rumors coming from Mr. Hans."

"Yeah? What are you talking about?

Mr. Hans put his neck around him and showed him.

For one thing, I would have just said merchant.

"You can't fool around. This is what that magic prop will do. Resurrect the dead...... no?

"... well, I didn't think I'd make it through Ray"

Determining to the effect of the magic prop, Mr. Hans raised his hands only to surrender.

It seems that I am like a prophet in Mr. Hans because I have brought in money making stories based on my knowledge of the game so far.

"I do listen to that. It's not cheap shopping, so I just wanted to think a little more about whether or not to go shopping."

"Give up that magic prop."

"... may I ask why?

Lifting one eyebrow tingly, Mr. Hans asked.

That would be so.

There's no way a merchant can give up a money-making story for no reason.

It's a magic trick. It's a trick.

"... how do you know?

"I can't tell you why I know that fact. However, Mr. Hans loses a lot of money when you get on with this money-making story."

"... hum"

To my words, which are conclusive, but not groundless, Ms. Hans showed how to contemplate.

The demon prop is actually a demon prop that undead the dead, and is used by the lower nobles who bought this from Mr. Hans.

As a result, the cemetery where the noble daughter sleeps will be the nest of the undead, the nobility will be furious, and Mr. Hans will lose all of his dealings from the nobility.

It's part of the in-game undead hunt, but it's decided that there shouldn't be such a tragedy, so the reason I'm here to fold the flag is because of this visit.

"If this is the other guy, I'm about to kick him back, but in Ray's case, there's nothing off trying... But..."

"Of course, you don't have to give up for free. There's another money-making story."

"... I need to get rid of it"

Mr. Hans grinned.

"In the near future, demand for weapons and protective equipment will expand considerably. I can't do that publicly."

"! That's not calm. Does the war even begin?

I've turned to the kind of eyes Mr. Hans explores.

"It's not a war, but it's close to it"

"... I guess you can't tell me the rationale, can you?

"Yeah, believe it or not, it's up to Mr. Hans."

That being said, I was betting Mr. Hans would get on with this one.

Mr. Hans looked like he'd been thinking about it for a while, but eventually he sighed aloud...

"I get it. I give up on the magic props thing. But at least tell me this."

"What is it?

"Can we supply the demand for muscles that cannot be made public?

Mr. Hans' eyes look sharply at this one.

It's been tried.

"As a merchant, you should ride. As a person... it depends on Mr. Hans' political creed"

"... Hmm"

Looking back into Mr. Hans' eyes, Mr. Hans spoke as if he were convinced at once.

"Fine. It stinks, but it's the merchants who make money on those opportunities."

Mr. Hans' expression loosened.

Apparently, you passed Mr. Hans' test once.

"Still... Ray, who the hell are you? Every time, every time, it's as if you can see it in the future."

"As I've told you before, I have no comment on that"

"I guess so. But be careful, Ray. If I choose no means to make money, I will not hesitate to take you away and imprison you."

Mr. Hans said something terrible about the rush.

"I'm sure you know I'm a dual caster,"

"Of course, I'm not going to do this alone. Still, when you hire people, you prepare demon-sealed magic props, and you can do as much as you like."

That may indeed be the case.

"Well, shall we leave this much to threaten? But forget it. That's all you're worth. At the same time, it's easy to attract all sorts of disasters."

"... I'll put it in my liver"

"Give it to me like that."

With that said, Mr. Hans smiled at me and showed me.

"Have you finished your errands?

You saw that Mr. Hans and I had a paragraph, and Lady Claire called out.

"Yeah, for now. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Hans."

"Oh, come back"

"Dear Claire, let's go home"

Good afternoon.

Following Master Claire, I left the store behind.

"You still have a lot of time until the curfew. I'm so hungry."

"If you go back to the dorm, I'll make something, won't I?

While offering an umbrella, I responded to Master Claire's story.

"… dull"

"Yes?"

"It's nothing. Yes, yes, let's go home. You just have to go home!

Saying it as if it was rotten, Master Claire grabbed it and walked out.

"Dear Claire, your skin will burn"

"It's okay, that's right!

"It's not good. What would you do if you could spot Claire's beaded skin?"

Catching up hastily and putting up an umbrella, Master Claire stopped abruptly this time.

"... and then you don't like me?

"Impossible."

I don't know the context. It was a sudden question, but I answered instantly.

No, because it's impossible.

"Yes... Hmmm..."

Master Claire looked somewhat complicated.

What's the matter, Master Claire today?

"Dear Claire, isn't it weird today?

"Whose fault do you think it is!

"Yep..."

It is the reverse guile.

No, I really don't know what that means.

"I'm just leaving! Make a cream brulee when you get home!

"Ha..."

From the look on his face, he seems to be in a better mood for a moment.

I have no idea why, but, well, it's about Master Claire.

"... but it was a blame for the outing"

"Did you say anything?

"I said Ray's an idiot!

I had a rash.

I don't know why, but Master Claire is still cute.