I want to protect you in this hand.

Swordsmen have power. No matter how skilled you are, with the power of a 12-year-old girl, you're weak against the Auga.

Neither Mr. Louis nor Mr. Just have a responsibility in the clan and they don't always go with us. There are many friendly people who try to help me at all times, but don't rely too much on me. Naturally, Mal and I also dived into the dungeon a lot more often. That's when I turn completely to auxiliary. Sharpen Auga's health to the critical strength of Mal's ability to defeat him. Reduce the number. Mal thinks about how to target a fatal wound with a sharp attack for a powerless minute. When it comes to fighting, Mal spares no use using his head, so he got used to the dungeons, little by little.

Sometimes it's four lambs, or six, and I dive with five imperial groups. Nico and Blanc were often diving with Mr. Just for some reason. Nico with a fed up face, Mr. Fun Looking Just, Bran laughing off by his side, and a strange combination seemed to work well with the outing.

A drink is essential for such a weary dungeon. The soup, in particular, instantly gained a reputation. Old is also a mushroom region because it is surrounded by mountains. The dried mushroom dashi soup was delicious besides.

"Why don't you commercialize soup?

Asked by Mr. Lumiel.

"You can, but there's something a little hard about it."

"Well, what is it?"

"I think Mr. Just knows it because we developed it together all the way down the road."

"Yeah, you're dry,"

Both Mr. Louis and Mr. Just are joining the story.

"Dry?"

"It is. If you don't drain the moisture pretty well, it won't last long and the flavor will soon fade."

"Can I dry it with life magic?

"That's still not enough. Mr. Louis, this, dried meat dried normally. This is for soup."

"Oh, not at all. How did you do that?

"This way, instead of drying it in the wind, it feels like it only drains moisture from the ingredients"

"That's hard."

"Mr. Lumiel would know, just drain the moisture from the laundry and make it feel crisp"

"Oh, then somehow...... here's the thing......!

"I'm done!

"Oh! This feeling, I get it!

"Yeah? I don't know!

"Shall I ask you two to do it from the laundry?"

"" Er ""

Doesn't this one thing make the neighborhood wives drier, not magicians? So when I actually asked for it, quite a few people could do it. I looked into Mr. Lumiel's eyes and nodded. I can go!

Then he focused on developing the soup, even as he moved on to the dungeon. As long as the ingredients are collected and dried thoroughly, the formula of the soup is well thought out. Changing the mushrooms slightly, such as adding more mushrooms, is a good thing. Dry manpower uses neighborhood wives and widows. To pack it and sell it one meal at a time, ask the orphan to help as well.

By the time Nico and Blanc were around, they didn't have this clan called Old's Shield. As a result of Hugo and Louis, friends of the guild chief, who focused on creating clans in Old, they have weaved a little and fewer people are forced to do so.

"Even now, there are rough spots."

says Mr Lumiel.

"The dungeons here are good to get into. Many are forced to dive. As a result, both widows and orphans leave. And the soup factory, but I also created a breakfast, lunch mechanism and managed to pick it up a little bit."

"In Merrill, he hired an orphan at the demolition station. To peel off the meat, to carry the bones."

"We're trying to hire an orphan, though. Bad image of the guild, no orphans coming"

Suddenly I heard a voice.

"Erik"

A big man was looking down at this one.

"I'm the guild leader."

Mr. Lumiel taught me.

"Dark-haired, lamb? How's Old?"

"I say Arsh. The mountains are indeed lovely and the mushrooms are delicious!

"Damn, mushrooms! Ha! The dungeon seems to be struggling though?

"A struggle? You didn't, did you?

"Doesn't it look like you're swimming in a much shallower hierarchy"

"Of course! I don't want to be forced."

"Even though Nash said he had the strength to keep the surge under control, even in the King's capital?

"I don't care how big my body is right now and how much power I devise, it doesn't change. Our goal is not now. Being able to continue to be a solid adventurer even as an adult. To that end, I will do what I can now"

"The blonde doesn't seem to think so."

When I look at Mal all the time, he is holding his hand and pulling his mouth. Still said this.

"Arsh, it's okay, Mal knows, 'cause I know it right"

"But regret it, huh?

Mal nodded.

"Come on, let's go."

"Wait, Eric!

"Lumiel."

"There's no way a young girl can go out with you to hell! Think common sense!

"To hell?

"Accommodation training in the dungeon. Many young adventurers ask for it, but it's hard training for girls."

To hell? Scary. Hey, Mal. Mal? My gripping hand is shaking. Look down a little and the look looks the same as usual...... You want to go. But you're patient because of me. My heart is screaming that I want to be strong.

"Mr. Erik"

"What?"

"How many people, how many days?"

"Hmm. Five, seven days, including you two."

"Arsh, stop!

"The food."

"We have our own."

"Leave the management of meals and breaks to me"

"Come on."

"We're leaving."

"Tomorrow"

"Mal."

"Arsh, are you okay?

"If you want to take me too"

"It's a tough trip for a little magician."

"Small?"

I raised my mouth slightly, looked up at the guild length, and stared. Eventually, the guild chief said.

"Let's apologize. Big and small doesn't matter to a mage who's ready."

If you're a magician, rip your chest off! Mr. Louis and Mr. Just, there are no demons or other pieces left where I run through the three of us. Merida's greatest magician. But if that treat is preventing Mal from growing! Let's entrust it. To this strong man. That's what I thought.