Late. Tamer's day.

Escaping the dungeon, there was a crowd of about 20 people in front of the entrance. Has there been so much more coming? But I thought you were waiting in order to enter the trials, and it's not like that either.

"You're disgusting!

"Oh, no, that's terrible..."

Apparently, players are arguing with each other. No, it feels like one player is being cursed unilaterally.

The players around us don't go into a stop. I guess most people don't want to get involved in trouble. Other than that, there are players in the atmosphere who apparently support the yelling man.

"You're such a jerk to a man!

"Ugh..."

He looked familiar to players who were bewitched and trembling in tears. It's Chris, the man's daughter Necromancer, who looks like a girl.

"And all the monsters I'm taking don't feel comfortable! You're blind. Get out of here!

"So, but..."

This voice has some endorsements from the players around it. Well, Chris' monster is undead. I don't even know what it feels like...

"Get out of my way! You wolf bastard!

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Oh? I can't hear you! Just treat me like a creep."

I know Chris is a troubled guy, but isn't that guy overstating him, too? No, that's all you felt uncomfortable about? But Chris is already crying, and I think I can forgive him...

"Um, what happened?

In the meantime, I wanted to know what had happened, and I called on the nearest wild horse.

"Huh? Ah, Mr. Silver?

"Well, that's what they call it."

"Eh, that Necromancer kid... he's a man. He was looking for a wild party."

I see. It's in front of the dungeon, and that's not a rare story in itself, is it?

"So, I was just speaking up normally at first, but nobody had to deal with me"

"I see."

"So, you thought it would suck to stay like this, and you started actively talking to the players who came to try the dungeon."

"That's not a violation of manners, is it?

"That's right... Look, that's it, right? Some people don't accept things physiologically."

"Oh......"

So you're yelling at the person you spoke to as a result? But they don't.

"That yelling one looks like he was recruiting a wild party next door, but people ran away because of that necromancer, and he couldn't get a party together."

"That's not an argument?

"What do you think ~. Well, I don't think the impact was zero. So he hated the undead, and he started to get mad at the Necromancer."

Um, which is worse? It's hard to say that Chris's manners are good too, taking the undead that some people should dislike and talking to other players.

But I am also certain that I remember being subtly disgusted or annoyed by the yelling man. You don't just look like you're abusing a cute looking Chris, do you?

It doesn't suit my taste a bit, but I'm pretty sure Chris likes the undead and is adorable. I heard them say they were creepy or something about the undead.

What if I told a stranger that an ortho or a sakura was creepy or something? You're gonna be annoyed, and you're gonna be sad. And you must learn to be angry.

I don't know what it means to disgust you so much, even when it comes to appearances. Except that a man wore a skirt. No, I'm not going to wear it, and I'm not going to actively get along with anyone who says that, am I? But aren't you free around here? It's more suited, isn't it?

What you're trying to say is, yeah, I did it and I felt sorry for him when I saw him yelling at me.

And then I remembered when the players around me were making fun of me for the title, and I was empathizing with them. The man who curses Chris with his gaze from above and some wild horses who give him a spiral laugh overlap the players who were mocking me at the time.

"Hmm."

What should I do? I know it's hypocrisy, or blame, but I want to help you. Okay, he said he put it on as well as he put it in the game. I didn't have anything to say if the person to help was a beautiful girl. Just how do I help? If I speak poorly, I think I'll just oil the fire...

"Well, leave it there once in a while"

"Oh?"

"That's right, huh? There may have been a lot of reflection on this Kawaiiko, but you're overstating it, too. A little too much to look at."

Well, they've moved on. There were two people who looked familiar who showed up cracking wild horse walls from the opposite side of where I was.

Siegfried and Scarwax.

Siegfried understands. I can't overlook this kind of thing. But what about skewers? No, he's not a bad guy, but was he the type to say that? He said something about Kawaiiko, so maybe he's mistaken Chris for a girl. Your face is a mess, too.

"Isn't Chris crying?"

"Yes, yes. That's enough, right?

But to the extent that they were somewhat stopped by the two, the man with the blood on his head never stopped.

"It's sudden, you guys. For the most part, can you forgive me as much as I cried? Get dressed as a woman and take a creepy monster with you! I'm not reflecting enough!

I came to that word with a cock. Forgiveness, reflection, what is it? Nor would Chris have worked evil. Why do I have to beg this guy for forgiveness?

I understood clarity. Like this guy hates Chris, I hate this guy. Is it because of that? I kept my mouth open, reflexively.

"That's a personal hobby, isn't it?

Yabe, just because it was quiet, my voice sounded pretty good. My peripheral gaze gathers to me. Guys are staring at us!

However, the other wild horses began to give their opinions on whether one of my words had become a calling water. That's mostly an opinion that denies a man. Like me, I guess a lot of players were disgusted with men.

"Don't make a statement that looks down on others until you're in the game, you'll get cold. It's more or less creepy of you. When did I say that?"

"It's a fantasy world, and you knew there was an undead before we started, didn't you? If you're not comfortable with it, it's true manners to filter it precisely in advance."

"There's a necromancer as a legitimate job, and they're supposed to be able to walk you on the system, so don't tell me, Gudagda."

The man, too, must have found himself condemned. I'm just staring at this number of people and losing my complexion.

"Ha? Why should I... Wow, this is the creepy one! Huh? You guys think so too!

……

"Damn!

I tried to argue with him somehow, but there were no more players to side with the man. The players who were making fun of Chris with the guy are now the ones who blame the guy. Eventually the man fled with a crawling body, and the noise ended.

Chris and Siegfried are talking about something. And that gaze pointed this way. I only have a bad feeling about Chris and Siegfried's full laugh... But even though it was the last push, I got involved once. There will be no escape.

All I could do was turn a grin on the Siegfrieds who were coming closer.