Manager of the Other World Brothel

"Oh, you're here, manager. I'm sorry I bothered you."

"Thank you for your time. Sorry to take care of you all the time."

A fine door in front of me.

Beyond that, voices from the indoors.

I beg your pardon.

With that voice against Knock, I enter the room in front of me - the office of the Guildmaster of the Adventurer Guild King's Capital, Glen Kaina Branch.

The voice ahead belongs to the Lord of this room, Old "God Killer" Garzam, Adventurer Guild Master of the King's Capital Glen Kaina, and the later voice made him Commander of the Legion of the Demonic Guidance of the Kingdom of Glen to the Marshal of the Kingdom, Old Master "Sage" Riphal.

You two have known me for a long time before I spoke up.

Old Garzam is my sign, I guess old Master Riphal is capturing my magic.

Instead of stepping into the Adventurer Guild building, which is quite close to "The Dream of a Walnut (of which)," it's no wonder I've been mastered since I was in my room.

"God Killer" and "Sage" to name the Terravik continent are not Dada.

That's why I don't open the door without knocking, like the clerk (staff) of this whorehouse, and I don't enter the house without the permission of the owner of the room, like some whorehouse sign lady or the sisters of Her Royal Highness in a kingdom.

Courtesy of being close - it's a pre-courtesy issue.

We're getting along with the owner (owner) tangle, but you two are scary people, unlike me.

I didn't know what kind of eyes I'd see the day I lost my thanks.

No, I feel like they laugh and flush it out, but I don't want to imitate the owner (owner) sitting on top of the trust he has built.

It hurts more to be shuddered inside than to be busted, if only by someone you respect.

- Hmm?

It doesn't matter if I yell or look frightened, for them, I...

Why don't you stop thinking because you feel like you're about to reach a dangerous conclusion.

Look, in the case of the clerks (staff), it's just a rush situation, so I can't help it, yeah.

I don't know about the others.

"Don't worry, it's a job though. And since we have received a full consideration from both Master Garzam and Master Riphal,"

I'm visiting this place today for my "side business".

If you are acting as the manager (manager) of the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium), it is difficult to act alone, as it is probably someone of the ladies who dominates it.

If it's a time like now when the store isn't open, there are only three of us who follow for a reason.

But when I do "side jobs," I basically act alone.

Because of the content of the job, "confidentiality" must be thorough.

My unique magic is widely known in the Wang du Glen Kaina, especially in the night city.

My "side business" with it is probably known on a set if you know my unique magic.

The table (...) shows that maintaining and reviving the "male function" of the "big man" - which is like the two of you in front of him - who is old, is seen as my "side business" in a way that is not so important as to make a man laugh.

On the day I took Miss Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura around for a "side job," it's not sexual harassment against customers or against the three of us.

Per Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria, I don't feel like I understand my "side business" correctly.

Your younger Royal Highness Princess Karin (Jari) and His Royal Highness Prince Allen probably understand correctly, but I wonder if you're all right, eldest daughter.

I think that's why I used to make bomb statements like that.

I know you're serious about your thoughts and readiness, but if it comes to a lot of practice, maybe you'll lose your mind about running.

Well, in the past (...), when I was on the sidelines, acting alone was a big prerequisite.

The fact that my "unique magic" can literally be a "special attack" against both bastards - a move to kill as a man - has become quite famous since the little incident in which Miss Listia's muscles were set up.

The "Dragon Killer" and the "Sage's Apprentice", the muscles of Miss Listia, were about to be terminated as men.

It was the two of you in front of each master who actually busted him out and soaked his consciousness, but the exchange before him quickly spread because he was too celebrity.

Apparently, you and your men are saying things like "I'm upset" to your friends and your men.

It is acceptable that my "Special Attack" will become famous in that there will be fewer strange evils for the "Dream of the Walnut (of which)" ladies.

But if you're a man these days, how can you possibly include a lot of vigilance in the eyes of almost everyone who sees me?

Especially the storekeepers (staff) of the Walnut Dream (of which).

Though you guys probably knew it from the beginning.

"You saw what you shouldn't have seen, so let me quit being a man."

Which demon king am I?

So stop imitating me doubting my sanity, like you're coming to my office blindfolded.

You're licking your job or I'm gonna bust your ass.

I can imagine where the rumors came from, and maybe it's more impossible to freak out if you put someone in front of you who can actually do it, but trust him a little more...

It's about them, I know they're doing it as part of a joke.

Well, using that "Special Attack" the other way around is "Side Business".

The fact that it can no longer be used, on the contrary, can also revive the finished man (...).

That's actually possible.

If you can do something about convenience for gold or "The Dream of a Walnut (of which)," the older people with (...) and (...) the more you sweep and throw away, the easier it is for the people in Shirai to convince you that they will be my side business customers.

Especially if you are a man.

If you hear that great nobles, clerics who serve God, and heroic (classes) people who make a name for themselves all over the Terravik continent are also my "side business" customers, what a joke they can make.

The public seems to favor my "side business" because I can talk about "establishment" people who are also able to sneer on a daily basis, meaning that the man in question is a man, but without malice.

Most of all,

"The manager is also enthusiastic about his work. You're going to use the dead" Ruling Class Establishment "to make it a customer of" The Dream of a Walnut ".

If they say so, I'll have to laugh bitterly at both my side customers.

"I envy you," she said, laughing at the men. "Where do you think you're going to use yours now?" seems to be a common mix these days.

I suppose I can give it a little more credit, but the women are stronger in the Wang capital, Glen Kaina. Well, the usual thing?

This whorehouse doesn't even leak into that example.

- But.

Because of that premise, it doesn't seem unnatural for me to be seeing a "big man" of my age.

At best, they laugh at you.

That is the perception of the people within us, no matter how crushed they are, to the intelligence of the nations present throughout the King's capital, Glen Kaina, which springs up infinitely.

The truth is, the "essence" of keeping the bodies of the "big men" that are no longer chastened by normal magic or medical care in this world healthy even at all times with my "unique magic" is less likely to leak.

Being seen as losing or losing their power by those who are seen as "big men" can shake the balance of power between nations.

In this world, where individuals can outperform the military, it is not surprising that there is a "war" with information of only one "disease".

The weakening of the "big man" must be avoided as much as possible, and if it is inevitable, the fact needs to be kept as secret as possible.

One of the reasons why my "side business" has been welcomed into national towns, including the Royal Family of the Kingdom of Glenn, and my "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" as my manager (manager) is not just being treated as a whorehouse.

The biggest reason is the owner's shop.

Nevertheless, with so many distinguished customers, it is in fact the strength of the ladies that the dreams (of which) of the walrus flourish.

I don't (...) l (...) with regard to taxes and rules, and I'm not going to.

When things go wrong with the ladies of the Walnut Dream, it's the biggest price for me to do something that can't be helped by a whorehouse.

No, well, I don't know if that's the end of it or if that's the real end of it, but I also do what the world tells me.

In other words, the "side business" customers will continue to be the "Dream of the Walnut (of which)" customers, so we can't deny anything the world has said.

"The one called Gibb & Take? You know, it's supposed to be a job relationship, but it doesn't have to be matched."

Old Garzam laughs bitterly at my words.

"You're overburdened on the part of the manager, not to mention a little. So what can I and this fistbone idiot do in this position that they are able to maintain thanks to their manager? - Whatever the reason, good or evil."

Old Master Riphal continues his words, as he affirms the words of old Garzam.

"Who's a fistbone idiot, magical madness. - That's how I decided to keep our powers alive."

No, you think you're good enough to take it on me.

Such a thank-you for life doesn't have to be like giving it back with your life, but you two have helped each day with enough trouble and all the details.

So you know exactly how helpful it is for me and the ladies of the Butterfly Dream.

Besides, the two of you are still huge if you balance the power of the Kingdom of Glenn and the Teravic continent.

Forged martial arts and magic are alive, but the body, the foundation upon which it is enclosed and served, cannot escape aging no matter how much it is forged.

No, the power to turn is probably just enormous, and the burden on the body is much greater than on normal humans.

Getting him to remain "active" for a long day also fits my thoughts on the stability of the Kingdom of Glenn.

But you two know more about my "unique magic" than the world (...) and (...) ku (...), you think I'm overburdened.

I appreciate you thinking that, but in the end, I only use it "for my own good," so I really don't need you to shy away.

It's true that you two are getting enough consideration.

On the other hand, no, I don't think so. Uh, not very much, but I'm not motivated to do "side jobs."

To do it as just a business, it's certainly a little silly and burdensome.

"It's a cunning way to put it, but at any given time, I trust the manager needs our help."

"It's been a long time since you... okay, let's be honest about who the manager wants to bust."

- You don't have to worry, I won't tell you to go along with the conquest of the world.

It would be too much for me to help the Adventurer Guildmaster, the Commander of the Kingdom Demon Army, or with my powers as a "god killer" or "sage" when a problem that I can't help falls on the ladies of the Walnut Dream.

In fact, the thing about Miss Veronica is, it's like you two took shape because you moved.

"Words like no matter, no matter whether they are rational or good or evil, are not lies. I won't quit fighting the Kingdom of Glenn if I have to, or you can fight the world against me. I just wanted to say that I trust you."

"Heck, I don't know how to think of a smart guy."

"That's how you say it again."

I quite like these conversations between you two.

Watching the water and the oil all the time, even though you two actually just seem to be right, they turn evil so you can twitch.

The trust he built up through his work proves to be a big deal when he was born "fit, not fit."

If these two are going to stay healthy and active, my "side business" is worth it, too.

"By the way, it may not be that we rely on the magic of the manager… I heard that" The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium) "entered into a business partnership with" Kissing the Cat (Ferrez Oskrum) "

"- That's right, your ear hurts"

Even though it was yesterday, it should be said that it is already in my ear.

I haven't even notified you yet, so I'm pretty sure it's not official route information.

If the Adventurer Alliance guild master and the kingdom marshal are put together by the head of the kingdom demon army, do you mean there's nothing unwanted in your hands with information on the king's capital, Glen Kaina?

"Is that a fact... I thought you were using (...) of (...)?"

Whether or not to use my "unique magic" for the "cat kissing (Ferres Oskrum)" ladies as well.

I guess that still bothers me if I try old Garzam or old Riphal teacher.

"It's not as perfect as it is for the ladies of the Walnut Dream (of ours), but naturally I intend to. It's a partnership because I thought we could do that."

There is no point in partnering otherwise, either as a "Dream of a Walnut (of which)" or as a "Kiss of a Cat (of which)".

"Really..."

"Hey, manager. The magic of the manager is not just Glen Kaina Night City. Then I don't know. He's more famous than that. You can count on the women who work in the city at night. - But how many of them know the price?

The existence of unique magic that specializes in my "physical fitness management" is becoming widely known.

But few know the cost of using it.

"Except for the owner, you're the only two people who know clearly."

All that is known is that my possession of magic is enormous.

That's information we can't know unless it's a heavy town in the royal family or the kingdom of Glenn.

"You don't even know the right ladies for that manager?

"I think they're doing a familiar muffle."

- Exactly.

Miss Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura will find out.

How long have you been following the "vacation" in the Ndialana Aerial Valley Group, as a matter of course?

From the beginning, Miss Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura got to me.

But I think it may have been since I found out that you naturally treated me as the manager of the Walnut Dream.

Still, I don't talk about the "price" face to face.

Even on the "vacation" before this, he just stayed beside me without saying anything.

That 's--

"If I knew, I'd stop it."

Old Garzam spills pompously with a sigh.

"I've become a good woman," I'm pretty happy with the emotional look on my face.

I can't help it.

- Perhaps that's what I'm talking about.

He understands what I wouldn't listen to if I stopped.

That's why you pretend you don't know, you just stay by my side.

"I'm in love with you. That's what I stopped you for. It's not what I tell you."

"Manager. Garzam is right, and I know it's not what we're relying on. But the manager's hair, which is supposed to be black - what color is it now?

I leave it to a good hair dyer.

Is it impossible to hide it from old Garzam or old Riphal?

"As you can see, right?

"Don't say anything."

When I tried to say something, Old Garzam, with his gaze, Old Master Riphal confirms to me with a look of giving up.

I knew it was a relationship of trust between these two, or I was relieved to watch Ayumu breathe.

He's someone who can communicate with his gaze, if only by himself in his lifetime. Oh, I think his life is worthy of respect, no matter what.

Fact - is it also my pity not to worry about the "price" of my unique magic without saying anything to the two of you?

"Unique magic" that allows for "side work" and makes me the manager (manager) of the Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)

Based on "physical fitness management," this series of magics, which can be suppressed from the other person's illness to malaise and from physical recovery to some old age, will require a "price" in addition to an enormous amount of magic consumption.

That's not a big deal.

We're just talking about "backwards" coming every certain period of time.

Period is almost exactly a year, taking the form of "as is," and according to the magic I used in that period returns to my body.

I take a "vacation" once a year in the Ndialana Aerial Valley group to make it unknown.

I just finished this year the other day.

Unbeknownst enough, Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura stuck around.

The suffering, the pain in the body, the collapse of the body that you were supposed to get from that disease if you cured it.

If you fix the injury, the injury itself and the strength you needed to heal.

If you curb old age, it's a hard feeling to say once you're old enough to die.

The "reverse" of the cleaning magic, deodorant magic, and fatigue recovery magic that I put on the ladies every night is quite a big deal.

I don't know how it works, but all of my unique magic that I put on others is slapped by my body as "reverse" for about a year at a time.

It seems that it is not a problem for me to use, and it seems that when I "reverse" every year, it forces me to reconfigure my body, which collapses, with my unique magic.

My magic is playing my body, which is falling asleep and falling apart. I can't show it to people.

You can't complain about being crusaded as a "monster".

A year's worth of dirt, smell, sickness, injury, tiredness and old age erupts all at once, transforming quite a bit of space into what can be termed "starch" without my body being able to fit in.

Well, the feeling is all absurd for about 10 hours before it finally comes back to normal with my magic.

Speaking of the closest feeling, well, it hurts.

tremendous.

A bit of laughter leaked out, and I can't fix anything. It's not so shabby that I'm going to wake up and scatter the dull truth. It's a level.

"Never use it again. Such a force. - Every time I think about it, I don't have to punish it. I like to use it."

I can still have someone I want to "use".

I can't help but be glad that's no multiplier.

It's also an unlimited, no-risk force if I want to use it.

I don't know, "backwards," but you can only make my dark hair white at best.

Well, the "same day" is a horrible beating around, and it's ugly and scattered about whether to use it again or something like this.

Forget about looking at the dog in three days, and it's okay for me to follow it again.

I just wandered around on my "vacation" last time, and now I'm thinking this, I guess I'm like this until I die.

Even the most. Sometimes, they could have been there for me.

I don't know what I'm talking about. I don't think it belongs in this world. I can hear my body crumbling ugly and staring.

But the next morning, he laughs as usual without saying anything.

Pretend you don't know, don't even stop me, just stay by my side.

So I don't get stiff, I spin my unique magic.

If Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura will pretend not to know, there is no "price" for my unique magic.

You can use the mighty power that you were given when you relocated to someone you want to use at no risk because you don't even know its value.

I'll do it anyway. It's no different.

Then it means "flowers, not to say".

If I can help the ladies of the Butterfly Dream, I can stand the "reverse."

They are whores.

It's a trick to take a customer (both sketchy and yellow) in one hundred battles.

I use "woman" and "girl" vividly to make a man feel magically at ease with one grumpy face, one drop of tears (one shrug).

A strong being, selling ourselves even for non-transferable purposes.

Therefore, they are treated as abominable, scornful and unclean by the public.

Even if you have a little interest and other human resources admiration like a peek into the abyss, you will not want to be excused.

Laugh it off and overlap your skin with your customers every night.

I almost get squashed by it, and sometimes I cry in my room.

Laughing, believing, crying, angry, supportive and going over the night that has left me out of the "everyday" of many of the girls in the world.

A whore who gets paid and sells himself.

But they are beautiful.

They cross a night of gold and passion with all sorts of thoughts - beautiful.

Compared to that, I'm an idiot.

I was an idiot.

There are times when I admired flashy magic and adventure and hated my magic given without effort.

- But the magic.

Strong and weak.

Sad and beautiful.

If you can still support the ladies of the dreams of laughing butterflies, you'll never know.

For the ladies, I don't know what to say.

No matter how important, I'm not strong enough to endure "backwards" for others.

It's for your own good.

It's not a congrat, it's for me, so I can do it.

The relationship that surrounds me now began when I was thrown out into this world without a clue.

Ask the owner to save his life.

I traveled around the world and settled into the manager of the Walnut Dream.

If I can protect the place and the relationship, I can do anything.

- Yeah, I thought so.

Hi. I noticed lately that it's not really such a big layer, it's not like it's stubborn.

What a simple creature a man is, and I can't even leak that example.

If you want to dress up as a woman in love, you can do anything you want.

I want you to acknowledge me, and I want you to think that it made sense that I came to this world, and I've been turning my unique magic around.

| The ladies of the Walnut Dream are no different to what matters.

Absolutely.

But this vacation...

I couldn't fix anything, only a few of them I remembered over and over again in the ten hours that everything would be anointed with "pain".

Oh, my God, it's because of them that I can step on it.

I kind of laughed when I thought I was around right now to be the one to dress them up and show them.

If it was just one person, I would dress up, but it wasn't tight around me, and I was convinced that it was like me.

"I'm not impossible, it's not that. I can't do it because I want to show the people who are here."

You two look surprised at what I'm saying, unlike the slightly overdone answer.

I see.

The high theory I've been drooling about is quite embarrassing when I think back to it like this.

For my place.

Grateful, for the relationships I want to take care of.

I'm here because I want to think I'm playing a part in this world.

None of them are lies.

But that's not what's in the root.

"So well, it's okay. - I'm still a man."

When I said that and laughed, you both laughed.

"Don't tell me, manager. If they say so, it's wild to stick your extra mouth in. I'm an old man, too."

"I'd like to know the names of the" people "who tell the manager that, but that's wild too."

That's just something I'd like to ask you to spare.

I feel like some kind of unsaveable cheater who gives me multiple names here.

No, I don't think so.

Still, that's not lying, that's what I really am right now.

I can't really tell these people who they are.

I won't tell you.

Implicit copy, not to mention flowers.

That's how the same routine, from the people of Shirai, crosses the night with the doozy, which can be considered an extraordinary extreme.

Besides, I just recently finished snooping, and I'm a year away from next.

This is the best time to dress up.

About now next year. Oh, is there anything I can answer?

Or are you having a different day than this year?

I don't even know that.

But I think we're starting to make each other's intentions clear here.

Not just the other guy, but me too.

If something triggers a change in the current relationship that's stable, that's fine too.

Any change can be bad.

That much is believable.

Let's finish our "side work" with Old Garzam and Old Riphal and head back to the Walnut Dream.

Today, by the time the store opens, the big job remains to explain and understand the partnership with Cat Kissing (Ferres Oskrum) to Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura.

Rather than "Kissing a Cat (Ferrez Oskrum)," I have quite an anticipation that there seems to be a lot of questions about Miss Kittys.

"My daughter is quite a threat..."

Miss Listia, who said so seriously, is the scariest.

"Really?" Renamaria, "or" I'm not wearing a character quite? "Miss Laura laughed a little.

Whatever it is, I'm glad you're worried.

If so, it would be the least I could do, either as a manager or as a man.

I wonder if you feel like explaining your affair.

"Reverse" is no big deal compared to this (...).

I seriously think so.