Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

The faces of slave knights such as Liz and Glenn parted because their gear was in the barracks, and the wind gaze and Chloe headed to the castle.

Along the way, the wind gaze creeps through the front door with a casual voice to the gardener or the like, who gives his best to the job.

"Oh. Welcome home, Master Windmaker. Where were you going this time? Are you looking for animals around the lake again?

"I'm home. I have a little bit of language practice in the city this time, and I guess I've been looking for a job that I can do. But, well, this world is different."

It was several maids who welcomed me first.

They line up early enough when they admit to the look of the wind, and they look like perfect squires with an undisturbed outfit.

This is how they came together these days, although initially we were often avoided when we met.

This would also be an achievement that I kept talking to.

Unlike before, I can also crack open public stories, and when I say it with a bitter smile of the wind, it makes me laugh elegantly.

"Did you have any good news?

"Goole's out of town or something, and I'm back to prep for the infection because I think I can identify the source."

"How are you? But let's start with a hot tub and a new call."

"... that bad?

"Yes, it smells terrible."

... You're right, I totally broke it.

The wind that looked bitter at the maid's honest opinion re-sniffed her own clothes, but I'm not sure because my nose is used to it already.

Chloe also ascertained her smell, but she had the same troubled face as the wind.

It's just the stench of death and slam that makes you drift even in a set called the Shimoshita Priest.

Leaving this open seems to involve selling vouchers as maids to be supported downstairs. Some of the maids ran for a small run to the bathroom.

"Dear Windmaker, come here. Lord Chloe will take a bath later."

"Oh, wait, wait. I still have business to do and I have to go. It's going to get dirty again, so just get dressed without a bath."

"How are you? So, what should I call you?

"You kept my clothes, too. The other one, not the white one."

"... is that it? May Lord Chloe wear the same clergy clothes?

"Yes, please"

The maids all look strange.

Chloe didn't see the reason for this, but the wind gaze looked around again with a bitter smile and confusion.

"Still, you have a lot of people in charge today. Is Mr. Donnie doing something?

"No, Master Doni is being paid for on official business. Just..."

"Your brother Sergei has been staying since last night," said the maid who cut the words.

Speaking of Donnie's brother, he's in contention over this territory.

I should have usually heard you were in the Imperial City or something, but apparently you've taken the trouble to get to your feet.

But what brings you here? Windmill twist his neck.

"Apparently, it is to face you and tell the Emperor how it is. But the truth is, Master Doni just seems to have bothered me, and that's why I'm here on official business. Besides, here I'll scatter whatever I want, I'll get my hands on the maid... Dear Windmill, at times like this, my daughter was brought into the room to mourn that she wanted her guests to be sealed off."

"Wow, sorry. Can you force me to entertain you like that too... it's hard being a maid"

It is a rare aspect of maids and others.

The wind gaze was half sympathetic, half nebulous to the face - but next to it Chloe was pointing her lips.

Its sharp eyes stare at the distance between the wind and the maid, as if they were silently protesting when they were too close.

Especially though this protest seemed too quiet for anyone to notice.

"It's tough, though. The maid isn't just looking and being gorgeous. It is our job to make them look beautiful, to please them, and to be followed. Whether they're people or pigs or goblins, but if they're guests, they have to be treated with the same respect. On the surface.... but well, I'd like to spare you the role of just getting dirty like this. If it's entertainment for balls, I think it's still possible."

Does the service industry get depressed from day to day? Once they talk, they rap and show off their faces like OL tired of their work.

Besides, they are very funny to look the same in a group of breathers.

Is it the occasional thing of a thorough manual education, or is it like harm?

The art of such maids is separated by a huge sigh of hah.

Apparently it was a sign of an end to stupidity.

Do they have anything to be scared of, or I've been snuggling and whispering one step closer to pushing caution at the end of the day when I look around just a little bit.

"... well. Dear Windmill, please keep this a secret from the maid director. Yeah, I think we'd rather not tell her the truth because of her older blood vessels. I think that blue muscle hidden in the deep wrinkles will soon bump when it pisses me off badly. If he asks, we'll be knocked down while he tells us what a maid is. So keep it a secret......!

"... it's okay, I won't say anything. If I told you, you'd resent me."

"I'm glad you're such a considerate person. Regardless of the status you have been granted, thank you forever."

"Oh, oh..."

Maid, housekeeper, tea smoking OL can't do without taking care of it.

At the end of the day if you betray me, the next day's tea could be sneaky with rag squeeze juice and poison.

It would be wiser not to defy them, who look black in alignment with hehe.

I don't do anything weird, I just need you to stay on my side like this.

"By the way, where is that Mr. Sergei now?

"We're in the middle of having a late breakfast. Would you like to enjoy Mr. Windmill as well?

"Hmm, I guess I can't do it a little bit. It would help if you prepared some bread because I want to eat on the way back. Me, Chloe, Liz and... can't we all have thirteen?

"Yes, I did. Be prepared to give it to you when you leave."

I broke up with her bowing to the dust, and the wind gaze headed to the dining room.

Though the knight who stood in front of the door for security held his nose down again, it doesn't snap anymore.

I knocked on the door and said, "Excuse me," I entered the room.

It was a skinny man there.

He's been stirring up grape liquor since the morning. He's red-handed, and his eyes seem to be still asleep.

However, I still have the impression that my eyes have been stained with ambition. That place looked just like Donni and soon found out he was a brother.

"Nice to meet you, Wind Watch Enlightenment. Are you Donnie's brother, Mr. Sergei?

"... what, were you listening when I thought the knight came in? Yeah, you're right. I'm Sergei. But, well, I was wrong to be dressed like that. Hmm? It smells strange."

"Uh, excuse me. Since last night, Ghoul has just arrived straight from the crime scene."

Is he characteristic of the kind of thing that gets on his nose by the way?

I can imagine Donnie and I would have a verbal fight because of that. Perhaps we haven't been close since we were kids.

If only brothers could get along, it would be annoying to tip the territory to the extent of disharmony. It is a world that is incomprehensible to wind views that are not interested in power or anything else.

Either way, I don't even have business with him right now.

The wind sight laughed off haha as it appropriately recieved, and I was thinking about leaving at the greeting level.

"Ohon. You think you're the one who finished medicine? Are you thinking of putting Ghoul back together with that power?

"I guess I could have done that if it was enough to be a legend, but thank God I didn't seem to be able to make it that far. The only thing I could do was find out what caused it."

"Oh no! I think Kazumi is getting enough results."

The wind scratching my head like a bottom salarier when I'm going to be working overtime again.

But Chloe wanted to say it was humble, and he had a strong defense.

And that's when.

You were surprised Chloe stuffed the meal. Sergei said, "Grrrrrrrr!" and turned it wide apart.

"And excuse me. I never thought I'd be told that kind of thing by that ghoul opponent, and about overnight. What do you know about it?

Is it because a while ago, as Chloe bewildered, Ghoul is famous for his inability to identify the source of the infection?

Sergei asked as he wiped his mouth and forehead with napkins in an incredible way.

"I'm sorry, I've still cut it up on the way and I haven't caught the cause. So a little later. I'll clean it up by tonight, even then."

"Okay," bowed the neighborhood, the wind gaze headed to the room to get dressed.

Regardless, Chloe and I change in a separate room, so we break up on the way.

Waiting in the room for such a view was a maid with the clothes she was asking for. She is not the same daughter who greeted me in the front door.

The look on the daughter's face was not sales smile - it was generally perceptible at a time when she was smiling anger.

They maids express a variety of emotions just by smiling.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything even though I'm usually in trouble. When I get the next chance, I'll..."

"Yeah, I know. You are such a sweet person. And that's our job. It's sweet of me to say something, and it's wrong of you to complain, and I won't say anything because it will just be your burden. I won't say anything."

And while I'm telling you, I'm still afraid to smile.

At times like this, "Oh, my God, I'm relieved!" I'm not so foolish as to say. I'll show my sincerity that I'll make it up to you.

"Then let me say one thing. I know Kazumi is looking into something, but don't add too much slime! Mr. Windmill's fine, but we're gonna get mucus flying in the middle of the garden."

"But the deacon's welcome. Reality is against the law."

Once upon a time, the maids were fisted with the butler to get hit by mucus! I wonder what happened to the wind that I remember seeing.

Fantasy classics that were only found in thin summer and winter books are real here. It's a shame to lose it from a man's point of view.

Also, I've never been over a lot of observation objects, so I'm pretty sure reducing them would make them inefficient.

"Okay. Then this garment will also be wet with slime mucus, so please wait... How about a taste of the feeling of lotion everywhere? I was wondering if it would be clear to my underwear!

"Hey!? Wow, okay! Stop, I'll make it by three, so stop. Because there's no demand for me to get wet!

"I'm fine. If the wind is flat, no one will say anything."

"How perceived am I to be a freak! I'll reduce it properly......!

I panicked and stopped grabbing her shoulder, which was about to leave me once.

It was still the smile of anger on my turned face, so you should stop kidding.

Absolutely, right? And I snort back at the maid I check with my eyes, and change the story before the clouds get suspicious again.

"Uh. So, by the way, what's Donnie's brother, Mr. Sergei? Doesn't that mean you're doing it that way, after all?

"Absolutely! Already, take that one, take that one, take that one! Are you a twisted, crooked personality who likes faces that others don't like..."

Knock it off! And it seems that she still needs a lot of gas draining as stressful as she seems to raise her voice.

The wind gaze, yeah. From time to time, I hung out with her story while I hammered her.

It wasn't until Chloe came to get him that he started dressing.