I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Bye, Kampey!

"Cheers."

"Cheers!"

The night I finished my dungeon investigation.

Fran was at the tavern. The same seat also features Amanda and Nell. I heard about Fran leaving Aretha, and she gave me a farewell party and a good day to the dungeon.

"Ahhh. Fran, I miss your sister so much!

"Me too. Are you really going?

"Mm-hmm. I'm going to the dungeon"

"Which is more important, the dungeon or me!

"Well, it's a dungeon! Amanda, I didn't just meet her. In that regard, I've been dating for almost a month, haven't I?

"Hmm. It's not the length! I'm one of those people who slept with Fran!

The story changes with the cladding. The story of the dragon's roar falling into the exam, and the story of Donado being waved by a woman. And every time the cup goes on.

You two are getting drunk. The skinship is getting intense. Too much caressed Ursi has already escaped into Fran's shadow.

"Shall I follow Fran, too?"

"What about the orphanage?

"Oh, Fran, you knew. But it's okay. If the directors take care of the kids, you'll be fine. Instead, it's better to go out and make a lot of money for the orphanage, right? So dive into the dungeon with Fran ~"

"Mmm. I don't mind."

"Huh? Really? Glad!"

"No, no, no."

"Uh. Why, Nell?"

"You forgot your contract?

"Uh, that one. I already had a rough contract!

"You're the one on Gilmouth's sweet words, aren't you!

"Ugh."

"Contract?"

"It is! I can't stay away from Aretha for much longer than I asked for my guild!

"Why?"

"Uh, hey."

"Here, Amanda. Where there are so many people like this!

"Uh yeah. - Silence!"

Amanda set the line for blocking the sound. It's just the right magic to tell a secret story, but control is sweet because you're drunk. Instead of our own table, we even wrapped around the surrounding table. The noise suddenly disappears and I see a rushing guest.

"There's a dungeon we've been to, isn't there? That's pretty important over there. Anyway, it's a place where we can produce a lot of demon ore. More stable than a mine?

Maybe if you ask me. If I looked at it militarily, it would be quite important. It may also be natural to use even pledge magic to hide existence.

"But dungeons are under guild jurisdiction, right? Even in the country, I can't help it. But the country really wants Aretha's dungeon"

"Mmm."

"So Aretha's pretty close to the border of the Reids kingdom to the north, isn't she?

"Really?

"Really? Because Reidos and I are not close, and the country over there is pretty good-looking. Worst of all, there's a chance Aretha might be targeted by Raides."

"Even stories about demon ore won't be possible to hide through. Secrets can be broken someday."

"So there was a time when the state was trying to make the dungeon a national jurisdiction on account of it"

"I just don't want Aretha's guild to be taken up by the country either. Because Aretha doesn't have anything blind but that dungeon. If they take that dungeon away, Aretha's guild will fall sharply in income?

"Our salaries are cut, too, cut!

"So as a guild, we need assurances that even if our neighbors attack us, we have enough power to protect Aretha. Rank A Adventurer."

So Amanda can't leave Aretha?

"The Knights are weak because the country is staring at them. Captain Urs is from Aretha, so he's forced to stay. They used to be worse knights!

Maybe it wasn't just because of the bribes, but also because of the harassment that I was able to become a deputy chief like Augusto.

"That's why I can't leave this town."

"I see."

"I wanted to take care of Fran!

"That's why I can't!

"Well, at least I'll be the one to luxury here!

"Yay. That's Amanda!"

"Oh, no Nell, huh? Just Fran ~"

"Kachi!

"Be good with your ass! Fran. Don't forget me when you go to other towns, okay?

"Mm-hmm. I won't forget"

Well, he knocked me over and over again. I won't forget.

"What! Miss Fran, you're leaving Aretha!

"Hey, what the hell!

Something sounds like the adventurer next door was listening. The effect of silence has expired at some point.

It was a dwarf. A giant ale jock as big as your face feels exactly like a dwarf.

Who is it? I've seen it somewhere... Yeah, he's a Rank D adventurer who came as a reinforcement when he first fought the Goblin army. Certainly his name is Elevent.

"Come on, seriously."

"Damn, I was trying to get you to come into the party!

"What? No! We were after you!

"Fran."

"Give me some water!

Come on, how many adventurers there were. Something like that, all the tables around you were adventurers. Besides, other adventurers have gathered straw.

"Fran, I'm sorry we got to know each other because of you."

"Damn! I still don't owe you anything!

There were free-ons and cladding. Apparently they were drinking here too.

"Where are you going?

"Urmut."

"Oh! A dungeon!

"Fine. We'd love to go someday too!

"Wahaha. Before you do that, you're gonna have to rank higher!

"All right, celebrate your future, lady. It's campaigning!

"Ugh!

"Kanpai!

"Cheers!"

"Campaign"

"Bring more booze!

"Bring it in a barrel!

"Ha ha!

"Drink, drink!

"Come on! Come on!

That's exactly what the dong chan noise is. You just want to drink francs.

"Fran, are you drinking?

"Mmm."

"This isn't juice! Something better."

"This is Amanda! What are you trying to make me drink?

"What... it's just wheat juice!

"Here you go."

"No!

"Uh, no. Just a little bit."

"Kechi"

"Not if you can't. I'll take this."

"Ooh! Mr. Nell, have a good drink!

"Color Pee!

"That's fun! Fran!"

"Mmm."

Well, Fran looks like he's having fun, okay?

In the end, the drinks lasted until everyone was crushed, and it was time for Fran to come back to his room with a change of date. Ursi seems to have fallen asleep in Fran's shadow.

"Are you all right?

"Mmm."

I didn't drink it directly, but the smell was full. Did you get a little drunk because of the atmosphere? Toxic resistance doesn't prevent alcohol.

"Tamabu"

"Right."

"Mmm."

"Are you hungry now?

If I'm full, I'll do it after I wake up.

"I'm free. Curry?"

'That's not curry for now. Wait a minute...... All right, you've changed the date.'

There is a clock in this inn room. In fact, it was common as a demonic prop and did not seem expensive. Most places have a wall clock indicating the approximate time. However, I've never seen a watch, so it doesn't seem to be miniaturized.

And I have a proper calendar, and I have a calendar. According to that, a month is 30 days, but only once every three months, they have a special day. It says feast day or something. Thank you, it seems that the spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons are separated by feast days. Therefore, it will be one season in the 91 days of the 30th, 30th and 31st, and one year in the 364 days that the four seasons will tour. Because now, it was March 18th.

"Well, here you go"

"? What? Sweet smell."

"It's pancakes. I really wanted to prepare a decorative cake, but I couldn't because of time, ingredients and skills. So at least take this one."

"Why? Some kind of celebration?

'Whoa. It's just been a month since we met. So, I was wondering if I could do something. I made it.'

Actually, it was tough. I used my split-creation skills to sneak around a lot. Since split creation is still at level 1, it can only be used for 5 minutes a day. A maximum of 15 minutes was the limit of activity, even with unlimited stats of separation and excessive magic with wizard skills.

Anticipating when Fran falls asleep, he only sneaks out his identities. At first I asked the innkeeper to install a promise to lend me the kitchen. They told me I had to stay, so I rented one room for nothing.

The ingredients were distracted by a recent buyout. All we had to do was use split creation for 15 minutes each night to go a little further. Separate the milk and make the raw cream, or try cutting the fruit with decorations.

And a few days before the dungeon left, I even kept prototyping, and in only 15 minutes a day, I've been studying how to bake and how long to bake. It was a hell of a fight.

Moreover, it was difficult to make a decent dish because the level of cooking had dropped to 1 during the use of split creation. I can taste it for once, but the flesh functions dull, and the taste is dull. Meaningless! And they use magic the other way around to digest what they eat, a vicious circle that the more they taste, the shorter the limit of activity.

Considering when people see us, there's no reason not to use split creation. Well, it didn't work out, so I ended up cooking costly in the main unit. You've never used signs before.

"This, a cake for me?

"Ooh."

Dear this surprise. Looks like Fran didn't even notice. Surprise success!

"Eat me."

"Mmm. I'll have it."

On top of a two-tiered pancake, plenty of raw cream and syrup are hung and coloured with fruit. Fran used a fork, cut the pancakes apart and slowly carried them to his mouth with the raw cream.

Moggy, moggy.

"What do you say?

"Yummy. So yummy"

Moggy, moggy, moggy, moggy.

Good. You seem to like it. Fran is silent, just eating pancakes.

"Look, it's sticky around your mouth."

"Mmm."

"Okay, okay, it's beautiful."

"Thanks."

Moggy, moggy.

"Oh, get dirty again!

"I can't let this cake taste good"

"Yes, sir."

Fran is silent again. He didn't say a word and ate all the pancakes.

"Welcome"

"Thank you very much."

"Hey, master?

"What?

"Thanks."

"Ooh."

That smile paid off enough.