Manager of the Other World Brothel

"Oh, this is the manager. You're out of time."

As I happened to go down to the social room (lounge) on the first floor to solve a problem that never got tired of happening tonight, I was called out by my regular customer, Serteus Mithrum, who was enjoying a nice, relaxing drink.

The social rooms (lounges) are the spaces where guests (both Skeveyallow and Skeveyallow) choose their ladies and wait for them to be ready, so that they can offer their liquor and dishes that are unbeatable.

Especially since it's not separated from the VIP seats, it's the market for a social room (lounge) if there's going to be trouble between customers.

Problems between customers (both sketchy yarrows) after entering the department (...) rarely occur.

- Sometimes it happens, but it's a horrible story.

There are quite a few guests (both sketchy yarrows) who spend quite a bit of time in the social room (lounge) with their favorite lady, even enjoying that kind of trouble.

Serteus, who has just spoken, is one of those customers (both Skeveyallow).

Sure, it may be shabby to talk to me, but this person is also a regular visitor who plays with the dreams of a butterfly (of which) without being free for a few days.

"This is Master Celteus. Thank you for coming to the store tonight."

Master Celteus is a presidential diplomat of the Norvallen Federation, a military power in the western part of the Teravic continent.

Not a nobleman, but only a presidential diplomat, whose economic strength is no less than that of the nobility of the Kingdom of Glenn.

As a military power, it seems that the financial resources of the diplomats of the Norvallen Federation, not just Serteus, are luxurious, and many of them are good at various luxury whorehouses and regular customers.

In that sense, Serteus, the chairman's diplomat, has become the number one shopper in Glen Kaina, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Glen.

On the other hand, I think it would be shoulder-tight to say that you should even care about the character of the whorehouse to be turned into a whorehouse. On the other hand, I think it would be jealous of you to admit to visiting the whorehouse for expenses.

I wouldn't be able to have fun from the bottom of my heart if everything was involved.

I also find it a little too much for all the "presidential diplomats" of the countries known as "big countries" to be customers of the Walnut Dream.

It seems that even though presidential diplomats from other countries are a regular part of the top stores - that is, the dreams of a butterfly (of which) - the presidential diplomats from their own countries do not go to any less stores.

I don't know, but I also wonder if the thoughts and feelings of the big countries are very different from the appearance of the customers there (both Skeeveyarrow).

Well, maybe it's like that in the world.

"As tough as ever, the manager. How much longer do I have to dream of a butterfly to have a friendly conversation with my manager?"

Bitter laughter, Master Celteus with a slightly too glamorous laugh on its neat face.

I wouldn't be serious about it.

Having become close to the manager (manager) of the whorehouse, I don't even think it would benefit Serteus, a diplomat.

"This is very rude."

"Look, I can't connect"

I also serve my favorite Miss Iris tonight, but I enjoy the conversation without (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) accompanied by alcohol and food.

Master Celteus must have bought it overnight.

Most of the overnight buyers (both sketchy yarrows) do, but they focus on enjoying their time with the lady they like.

It's not just yaya (...) ru (...), but eating delicious things with your favorite lady, swallowing tasty liquor, enjoying conversation and the colors and glossy air that comes from them.

Touching and acting itself is in the flow (...), and I want to relax and enjoy the atmosphere created by being with the lady, so I buy overnight.

- It takes money and time to play.

I don't know if you will have a wife in your country, but if you are single, you will need time in your dreams of a butterfly.

I think it's too much for you to say so.

Naturally, it is not necessary to look only at the eyes to be suitable for customers (both Skeveyallow and Skeveyallow) who enjoy it that way.

If we are to deal with high-ranking bureaucrats like Serteus or other conversations that nobles and big merchants can enjoy, we need to learn (...) accordingly.

Honestly, I'm having a headache listening to a conversation in the social room (lounge) between a customer (both Sketchy Yarrow) and the ladies of the Walnut Dream (home).

I guess we're not even having that conversation on the floor.

I don't care what they tell me about the world's military and economy, let alone peace, before and after swinging back, what that is, I'm in trouble.

It would be better for me to have a conversation with some of my crappy wild flying customers (both sketchy yarrows) in the "climbing queue" that lacks character.

In this sense, Miss Iris, Lady Celteus's favorite, is a big deal.

I am familiar with and show understanding of all genres, but I never say anything that I know (...) eh (...) wind (...).

What customers (both Skeeveyarrow and Skeeveyarrow) want is to show interest and surprise after understanding their stories, and never more.

If you make a mistake there, on the nose (...) with (...) ku (...).

Some of the customers (both Skeeveyarrow and Skeeveyarrow) ask for such "questions", but even then, they shouldn't say "correct answer".

How important is it for you to give the answers and correct them so that you can rush out?

- I lose my mind in the ladies' efforts.

That Miss Iris gently greets me with a gentle grin next to Lady Celteus.

Tonight's topic is about the correct military equilibrium (balance of power) of the Terravik continent, or your lecture on how friendship between the Kingdom of Glenn and the Norvallen Federation, the same military power, is important to the Terravik continent.

Either way, I have a (...) headache (...) topic.

I think that's something I can get excited about (...) before (...).

Don't you shrivel?

Miss Iris stayed at "Tres Forumfloris" for this crown ceremony (Coronat Solemne), but will definitely be a "Four Petals (Quattur)" - "Luxury Whore (Kurtizanne)" next year.

No, it definitely will.

I have the same color eyes as fluffy bee-colored hair, at first glance I am not interested in any difficult stories, I naturally take kindness and devotion to men (...) and (...) I look like this (...) lady.

Knowledge familiar with each genre contrary to its image and the answers, even if they are professional conversations backed up by it, without z (...) re (...), have received great support from customers (both Skeveyallow) who use intelligence as their weapon.

Gap moe seems to be common in other worlds.

While that gap is closing most of the time, I don't know what a man is because there are so many customers (both sketchy yallows) who fall for Miss Iris because of the awesome style of taking it off and the intensity on the floor (...).

Based on the fact that almost all the presidential diplomats of the big countries who are becoming customers of the Walnut Dream are turning Miss Iris into a customer, are they vulnerable to the Intelligent Gap?

If you look like a boxed lady, but you're literally a whore on the floor, do you want to become popular?

"You've taken care of me for so long. Finally, the manager (manager) and I were unable to get along peacefully, but unfortunately the time had run out. - I wanted to tell you that, and the manager was very busy, and he made me speak with a hundred people."

With a slightly unfortunate look and voice, Lady Celteus is told.

Time runs out, I mean...

"Are you going back to your country? This is sudden again."

The job of a diplomat, sooner or later it's only natural to return to the country.

But to the best of my knowledge, it's rare to rush home so far.

Especially when I (...) decide to return home (...) before (...).

"A diplomat is such a thing even when it comes to the chairman. Coming and going at the convenience of your country. The duration of my tenure in the Kingdom of Glenn is actually the longest record for me."

We know that the country to which Lady Celteus was most prolonged is the Kingdom of Glenn.

Well, maybe that's what a diplomat is.

- But, Master Celteus, it's not like that this time, is it?

"Really? - But unfortunately, since I was competing with the presidential diplomats of all countries to shoot Miss Iris in the heart, Have you made up your mind?

It is certain that the presidential diplomats of the three (...) countries (...), including at least Lady Celteus, were seduced by Miss Iris quite often.

She had also done a childish thing about having Miss Iris tell her that she was cursing each other in polite language.

As he turned his gaze towards Miss Iris, Zhu smiled at his face, always with a gentle grin, slightly lowering his eyes.

Long eyelashes are faintly trembling.

Seeing how that Miss Iris was doing, Lady Celteus grins satisfactorily.

"I don't know. - As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to think he was a winner. Anyway, unfortunately, this evening will be the last time I will be allowed to play in the Walnut Dream (here). From now on, I'm going to spare Miss Iris one last break."

- You're a winner.

From whom (...) do you want to think you won what (...).

And as for Serteus himself, is it the kind of mind that decides to win and run?

Actually, the problem, even if you shot Miss Iris in the heart, can't help it.

Even though it is the presidential diplomat of a great power, it is just impossible to identify Miss Iris, the "three petals" Tres Forumfloris, "and if it were not such a sudden return, it would inevitably be possible to return sooner or later.

What will Master Celteus win with?

Whatever it is, the time it is bought will stain the colors of the customers (both sketchy yarrows), and it is the job of the ladies of the butterfly dreams (of which) to show them the dreams they want.

Miss Iris is one of the most popular ladies in Glenkaina, the King's capital of the Kingdom of Glen, known as the "best sex capital on the continent", among which is the number one dream of a butterfly (of which).

There is no drain there.

Make sure you dream your last night with Master Celteus the way he wants you to.

"I can't disturb you any more if that's the case. Enjoy the evening (...) after the most (...)"

"... I'll let you do that"

As usual, Lady Celteus and Miss Iris move into the room amicably.

Enjoy the evening to the full, customer.

Because dreams are what you dream of at night.

- But it's always dawn at night, Serteus' husband.

The clerk (staff) of the Walnut Dream (of which) moves after confirming that the two of them have entered the room.

Go to the report - to the royal palace.

Dawn.

Originally, the dreams of the butterfly (papilio somnium), a whorehouse, are filled with tension unlike any other.

Because the young genius of the kingdom's demonic army, "the sage's most disciple" Luzakh, leads his men in deploying soldiers to capture sin (...) people (...).

"The Honourable Serteus Mithram, Diplomat of the President of the Norvallen Federation. I hold you personally responsible for violating the National Intelligence Confidentiality Act and the Pan-Human Alliance Act.... okay?

Without waiting for the full dawn, Ruzaf tells Celteus, without expression.

It is not a "suspicion," but a determination of "sin".

Is that good? I guess that doesn't mean questioning the merits of detention, but you know why you're in custody.

"I must hurry back home. Diplomat privilege..."

It is inherently impossible to detain diplomats of other countries, albeit military, solely by the will of one country.

Moreover, Certeus is a presidential diplomat of the military power, the Union of Norvalen.

- But.

Celteus himself would know best that, although it may be a stone's throw as a response, it cannot possibly be effective to say it on this occasion.

If it's enough to pull in those words, it can't even come to capture me originally.

The mercenary king's army is not that sweet.

Either we have a situation in place where we can nullify our diplomat privileges, or we have the will to ignore those things and enforce them.

In any case, it is not a situation where we can get out of words or positions.

"Excuse me, former (...) Lord Serteus Mithram, Diplomat of the President of the Norvallen Federation. At the moment, the Norvallen Federation has already stripped your presidential diplomat of any authority and demanded the surrender of his personality to my Kingdom of Glenn. - So you have no diplomat privilege."

Luzaff pales out the merciless fact.

"If you follow me honestly, the most (...) final (...) is (...) going to comply with the demands of the Norvallen Confederation. - Friends (...) Good (...) Because I do not intend to reject the demands of the country (...) in the Kingdom of Glenn."

In other words, Chairman Celteus Mithrum's diplomats were truncated by the leaders of his home country, the Norvallen Federation.

Though a presidential diplomat, no, because he is a presidential diplomat, there is no way he would arbitrarily do that great act of stealing confidential information from a state or violating the laws of the Pan-Human Alliance.

The more talented they are, the more they follow instructions from their country.

- But if you lose (...) lose (...), you can be truncated.

A large authorised outsider betrayed the trust of the country and stormed off.

I am very sorry and fully note that the same will not happen in the future and sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused.

At last, I would like to ask you to hand over that stranger, who is our people.

That's the place.

There is no fool to challenge a powerful opponent who can't do anything without conspiring.

Lizard tails exist to be cut.

Though the presidential diplomat of a great power, in which the people of Shirai are in a position of envy, it is only one of the many tails from the national point of view.

I don't hesitate to cut when I should.

It is also this world, the diplomats of this era, who move according to the instructions of the state, including, it can be said, the daily favourable treatment for this purpose.

Even as a Glenn kingdom, it's a plot that was crushed before, and it doesn't begin to be decisively hostile.

If the Mercenary King were to do so, he would choose to ride the situation itself without realizing the plot.

I don't expose myself to knowing (...) and (...) (...) at this point.

"... What if I don't obey?

"My king has instructed His Majesty to kill him if he wants to resist."

At this point Celteus' shoulder falls.

It has been sold to its own country, and it has been judged "you can kill" at the top of the other country that plotted the plot.

This means that the information that Celteus himself possesses is not worth making him take precedence over the face of the state or the safety of the people, nor can he take his life hostage.

His career as a diplomat is now over.

Everything I know, even if I could return to my country satisfied with five bodies, I would never be on the table again.

There is no way that Celteus, a civilian who uses knowledge as a weapon, could escape against a genius demon mentor who names the continent and his subordination.

Serteus is now being pushed into this position because he lost the battle in that knowledge in the first place.

"Where did you expose it?

"You can't possibly say. You don't have to worry. You're not the only one. All the humans involved have already completed their detention. If you have any idea, you can line up?

Celtheus takes one deep breath and looks up to heaven.

Its righteous face had a more rusty look than unexpected despair.

"Can I talk to you for a second?

- Go ahead.

Obtain the permission of the person responsible for detaining himself.

Luzakh, who doesn't even envisage the possibility of letting his opponent escape, is tolerant.

No, that's your permission because you realized that the person you're talking to is the manager (manager) of the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium).

"You've shown me the clumsiness. I'm sorry this is the end of taking care of you for so long, Manager, Iris."

Serteus, captured as a sinner, apologizes to the manager (manager) of the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium), who is here as the head of the detention site, and to Miss Iris, who was beside him to drop himself off.

"Master Celteus was a good customer. I'm so sorry to hear about this."

"Will you talk to me casually until the end? I'm no longer a sinner and a customer, but still?

Celteus asks the manager (manager), who does not disgrace himself as a sinner, with a bitter laugh.

The manager (manager) does not try to answer simply by returning the courtesy silently.

Giving up on getting answers, Celteus speaks to Iris, who stands beside himself.

"... Iris. I'm sorry the last one came in this shape. But moving as a diplomat, time with you was really important to me. Trust me on that."

"You're lying at the end."

Iris blocks Serteus' farewell words as he floats a color that seems just a little sarcastic in the gentle smile of the usual.

"No way... Iris, you made me..."

On Celteus' face, who once gave up and had an enlightened look, comes the consternation of being incredible.

Even though I understood what was revealed, I didn't understand where it came from.

Hard to believe it came from a whore that it was meant to use.

Where is it that I have made any kind of aphasia or lapse?

When and what led me to my position at this time today.

Making your proud memory fully operational doesn't make any verses that come to mind.

But I can only imagine what she meant by her words that she had uncovered the plot of Celteus.

"No, I didn't know one thing, such as what Master Celteus was doing. - There's only one thing I knew..."

So now, I'm gonna show you the freaking smile I was always showing you.

With the expression and dimensional smile I had at work, I can understand that it was all work to the person I had dreamed of until the moment before - gently throwing words I had to understand.

"... only that Master Celteus is not interested in me."

Celteus' expression froze this time.

A man who passes through three days without any obsession with himself, a three-petal "Tres Follum Floris," which the people of Ichii are very unable to reach.

Every word you say is a man of lies, even though it gives you gentle, serene and graceful time.

If there were more than one such man at the same time, Miss Iris would be complacent enough to think it was strange.

Naturally, customers (both sketchy yarrows) lie.

Every lie, from the small to the big, from the innocent to the malicious, from the clever lies to the absurd jurisprudence that really just seems to me, is overflowing the city at night.

But they are all because they want to distract the person, because they want to be thought of more often.

Those who are not, float (...) ku (...) in the city at night.

Every night I hear lies filled with the hearts of customers (both sketchy yarrows), if they are whores, it is still true.

If you pass that question on to the manager (manager) of the whorehouse, if the manager (manager) questions it, the country's hub moves.

Knowing that for a long time in the life of a diplomat, Celteus understood everything.

"You or the manager."

"Don't work where you play, Serteus' husband"

The first time I've heard it, the manager's chi (...) ku (...) words.

I felt that the voice contained a little anger, a little shame and a little shame.

We were calmly working with even the most popular lady of the whorehouse, said to be the best on the continent.

I was going to pretend (...) that I was lost in colored incense and use it the other way around.

But I was exposed to the...

"... if I had a future, I'd remember my liver."

Now it's really time for all the expressions to fall out of Celteus' face.

His beloved "knowledge" was defeated by something that was not.

There's nothing more to talk about, and Luzaff takes me into custody.

The night is not yet dawn.

"Well, what the hell, I'm sorry you made me pull the poverty lottery, Miss Iris"

Back to my office, to Miss Iris. I'm in the middle of my magic.

Unlike the top three corners, which interrupt mental concentration with some rounding, Miss Iris is honestly sitting in the chair in front of me and turning her back.

According to Miss Iris' report to me that there are more than one stranger in my customers (both Skeveyallow), the siege of the Kingdom of Glenn, which was plotted by more than one military power, has collapsed.

I also thought it strange for me to question Miss Iris, and at the time of reporting to the Royal Palace, Serteus' husband was out.

If the experts on the road wash it thoroughly, there's nothing in the world you can hide.

It's important that this hand is not noticed, and vice versa, it ends when it is noticed.

It is a little unfortunate that it was vegan (...) in a whorehouse.

Well, it's only reasonable to reward the lady of the Walnut Dream for her conspiracy.

It does so because it imitates the lady's insistence on treading on the ground.

Nevertheless, for Miss Iris, it's an unmistakable fact that we're going to lose customers who were regular customers at once, and I'm sorry about that area.

"No? Master Celteus and others were good customers. It hurts to lose it all at once, but we'll get it back, won't we?

Although he is positive in person.

"No, I'm sure you'll be in the luxury whore next year. Wouldn't you mind relaxing this year?

There is no doubt that Miss Iris' "Four (Quattle)" promotion was due to her significant contribution to the Kingdom of Glenn.

There's gonna be some kind of reward, and I don't think I can do it.

"Is it a disgrace for a whore to have more petals besides strength?

He smiled with a slightly scary smile.

"You know what..."

"That's what it is."

It would be easier not to do this unnecessarily.

Let's be silent about the increase in royal palace relations.

It is also a wonderful way for the Royal Palace to make up for this one, even as a dream of a butterfly.

"Can I ask you one thing, Miss Iris?"

"What do you say to the manager?

I wonder why you're being so honest with me about my dreams of butterflies.

The owners (owners) are well educated, and the top three miss it.

"Even if you're not a nobleman, are you sure you don't think the presidential diplomats are all over you? No, I don't think they're actually gonna bone me."

Each of the ladies works in a walnut dream (of which) with a purpose.

I doubt your complacency and complacency, but I don't think it's surprising that things like today are so depressing, but Miss Iris doesn't seem to be strong enough.

No, I know it wouldn't be a job if I gave it to customers (both sketchy yarrows).

The lady let the customer (both sketchy) in.

"That's right. Strongly speaking, Master Celteus was nice, but you didn't make me crazy (...) and (...). As long as you drive me crazy, I'll do everything I can to make use of it, to betray whoever it is."

- I'm scared.

The dialogue is scary too, but the expression is scarier.

How can you say that dialogue with a smile like innocence?

"Oh, that's what women are like, isn't it?

"I'm not Celteus' husband, but I'll remember his liver."

Miss Iris is getting all my healing magic with a dull laugh.

The only thing that helps the ladies is that I like my magic.

Sometimes I want to use Luzakh's husband when he looks so flashy.

"A woman won't go mad unless you genuinely dictate to me as one lord, not as a customer, not as a diplomat. In the first place, Serteus wasn't obsessed with me as a woman. - I'm gonna be rude."

That's how I make angry faces out of jokes.

When you look like this, all the ladies in the Walnut Dream (of ours) look like just normal girls.

Are you not as depressed as you say because you were really people who didn't even reach the customer (sketchy) level that had to be revealed?

I can't imagine the kind of technology (tech) that makes people think they're "in love with me" from the side they're showing me now.

- I'm scared of women, really.

"Really?

He sits right in front of me and looks up at my face on his back.

Hey, come on, don't weigh in.

If I leave, I'll flip.

"The manager will do the magic after what we do (...) is done, right?

"Oh, that's my job."

It's easy for me to do my job because ladies all get magic to make you feel good.

It actually works, and it's also a sale of my dream (of my own) of being a walrus butterfly.

"That's when we feel like the colors our customers put on us, the lies they lied to us, the whites they liked, the hearts of their fragrant minds, all of them, were turned back to white."

Spin the spinning chair around so you can peek into my face from a low position.

I see the valley, so hide it.

I don't know if I can hide it or throw it out.

"Thanks for the sleigh. It works for the body, but it doesn't work for the mind, does it?

My magic works perfectly with my body.

But it doesn't work on my mind.

I appreciate the ladies feeling that way, but overconfidence is forbidden.

In fact, even in the dreams of butterflies, it's rare for a sick lady to come out.

I can't even stop all this, but I don't want to tell you that's why I can't help it.

I want to do everything I can as a manager.

"It's really Park Min-jin, the manager." About three (tresses). "I didn't know it was about time to have her talk magically, but like the daughters of the fancy whore (Kurtizanne) said."

"That's dowmo"

I'm used to being told that.

I never know what Park Min-Jen is in the exchange right now, but I guess that's what they call Park Min-Jen, so take care of him.

"Okay, I've made up my mind. I also aspire to be a fancy whore (Kurtizanne). One day I'll be five (Quinke) too, so that instead of having them put back in blank, they can be re-dyed by the color of the manager."

Miss Iris, is that what you are?

From the night club at the floral crown ceremony earlier (Coronat Solemne), there were more ladies who said these things.

I hope you're motivated and up for it, but the Lunamarian one really needs to preach once and for all.

Since then, the condition of Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria (Sugar Confectionery Head) has become stranger than usual, and Jaritare (Her Royal Highness Princess Karin) has noticed strange colors, and Her Majesty the King and the husband of Gaius and His Royal Highness Prince Allen have been killing each other, and what happened?

Give me a break.

In a few days, I will seriously regret a floral ceremony (Coronat Solemne).