Manager of the Other World Brothel

"Oh, is that your last one?

With the sound of heavy doors opening, the outside light plunges into the staircase relaxing into the basement.

The door appears to be near the waterway, suggesting that the light reflected on the water sways at all costs and its intensity is still in the high hours of the day.

Although it is a luxurious room under the stairs, it is not meant to incorporate the light outside.

Despite the fact that the light outside the door is so strong, a light candle is already lit in the dim room, which creates an atmosphere in which we will meet in an adorable way.

In fact, the compartment where this basement is located is surrounded by waterways, although it is not always known, like an island in an urban compartment that cannot come without the use of a ship.

It is only inconspicuously that the hands of the organizers of this meeting solidify themselves around, so that it is impossible for ordinary people to inadvertently step in.

It's not just the atmosphere.

There's going to be a "lovely meeting" on this occasion.

The Lord of Voices is Annastella Yuvier, the female manager (manager) of The Golden Apple (Almmalm).

Is it an escort behind it, or is it just one skinny, long man following?

Though all over the city, it's because you have the guts to just take one escort into the place they have prepared, because its ability to escort is outstanding, or because of its stupidity.

If you are familiar with "The Golden Apple (Almmalm)," you are also familiar with the fact that the strength of Annastella's direct escort, known as "Suin," outweighs even the S-Class (Class) Adventurer.

For organizations that have had a direct association with the Golden Apple (Almumarum), the "Event Handler", which is also synonymous with fear, is Swing.

About half of the most successful organizations do not already exist in the world.

When that escort closes the door that was open, the outside sound is completely blocked with the light.

In the darkness, as Annastella said, we already have all those who participate in today's "meeting".

At the deepest end of the spectrum, the organizers of today's "meeting".

"Paradise", a whorehouse run by the largest backward organization on the Teravic continent and located to bind the whorehouses of the so-called (...) eh (...) chi (...) system (...) row (...)

Verisario Roszo, his manager, sits behind the table with a young man standing beside him as his escort.

They are both dressed in luxurious clothes like the nobles wear, but they have not erased the smell of leaking violence.

Verisario, middle-aged and penetrating, hasn't even tried to hide the air of chimps yet, the young man in the escort.

The person may intend to haunt the unique air of man who places himself in the world behind him, but among those who are now in this space, he clearly floats (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...).

Towards the right, Rajiu Naya, the manager (manager) of the Hideout (Abditum), an established whorehouse that can be stretched as the Golden Apple (Almalum), stands beside a beautiful woman who doesn't even seem to be an escort.

The gray-haired old man, dressed in a costume that looks a lot like Jadipuri's, has his eyes shallowly closed, and the escort woman, dressed in a costume similar to Sally's, likewise closes her eyes and doesn't make it microscopic.

Towards the left, Leonid Krius, the manager (manager) of The Clown Banquet, has recently gained tremendous momentum and begun to sell his name as an up-and-coming whorehouse.

He points his smile and interesting gaze at Annastella, who came in at the end.

Blonde Bigeye, Leonid is still young with a look that seems to go through even when he's an actor.

The escort standing beside him is a giant man with pitch-black skin, how he upright immobilizes that giant body called the "escort," and he is silent on his back.

The costume you two are wearing is what we call a suit in modern times. Carefully fastened to the tie.

This (...) eh (...) chi (...) would not be a very common outfit.

Annastella Yuvier, Manager, Golden Apple (Almmalm).

"Paradise" Manager (Manager) Verisario Roszo.

"Safe House (Abditum)" Manager (Manager) Rajiu Naya.

"Clown Banquet" Manager Leonid Krius.

The manager (manager) of four of the five largest whorehouses in the night city of Wang Du Glen Kaina, known as "The Sluttest City in the World," meets at once.

The manager (manager) of The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium), a top whorehouse for both fame, has not been called to this "meeting".

If the agenda of the meeting is about "The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)", is it natural?

Give him the shawl he was putting on the escort man, and Annastella comes down the stairs.

I leave my right hand with the man of the escort and slowly descend, sounding the wand and shoes.

"Don't let Baba use the stairs with weak ankles, Verisario. - Ain't no different. Stinky hobby."

Annastella spills into a sigh without even getting to an empty seat.

He's old enough to actually need a cane, and maybe he's tough going down the stairs.

"Be the last to come and say it. - What are you doing?"

The escort of Verisario Roszo, the young chimp who called for this meeting, speaks low but audibly, thinking that only the person in question had a great effect.

It wasn't Annastella herself who reacted to that voice, but the escort, Suin.

"Okay."

I do stop my own escort in a nutshell trying to do something, and point my gaze at Verisario, not Chimpy.

"You've lost your quality, Verisario."

"Hey..."

A dick who ignores himself completely and highs heavily at Annastella, who speaks to his boss.

I still don't understand how floating I am on this occasion.

"Shut up, Nicola. When did I allow you to speak?"

Verisario, an executive who has just been entrusted by the organization with the management of a directly run whorehouse, understands the rules in this setting.

Even though it is not a good place for an escort to open his mouth without permission, the organizer's own escort has no standing.

The voice is seeping into the (...) Ri (...) or (...) Su (...) Killing.

"... Easy"

Can that kind of air be read instantly, the young escort called Nicola immediately shut his mouth.

Nicola knows as much as she doesn't like how horrible her organization is and how horrible an executive named Verisario Rosso is.

Even if it was abandoned by the old manager (manager) of the whorehouse, it would not change at all.

"Sorry Anna Stella. I can still stand as an escort."

Nicola looks at her boss, who speaks out apologies to someone other than the head of headquarters, with incredible eyes.

On the other hand, if you try Verisario, it's a perfect situation just to keep your face off the table like you chewed up a bitter bug.

I have always served as an escort from my predecessor's manager, and I didn't like Verisario because I didn't know how to handle the old martial arts, which is attached to the headquarters of the organization.

I tried to promote Nicola to escort her, who is said to have arms in the young this time, but I hope she will be awed by herself, but I have no idea how scared they are.

I was going to explain it to you as hard as I could, but I only recognize you as someone who doesn't want to rub it in business at times.

He insults the manager of the whorehouse and his escort.

That it can't extend to our own organisation, which makes violence its business, in that respect.

If it's normal, that's not so wrong perception.

The group to which Verisario and Nicola belong (...) The organization (...) is without falsehood the largest of the Terravik continent.

Unless you're a national or adventurer guild opponent, there can't be anything like rounding your tail.

If the opponent is just the manager of a whorehouse, I can dictate its fate in the mood.

If the other person is just a whorehouse.

- I'm not kidding. They're not those lukewarm people. These guys.

Verisario has been entrusted with the city for a long time, the night of the king's capital, Glen Kaina.

I know that the whorehouse that reigns in the city this night is even scarier than your colleagues.

That is why we are holding today's meeting.

Verisario looks like this and is the man who came over the organization with "knowledge".

The judgment is cold, and if both enemies and allies need it, they can do it without moving one judgment to kill it, but they can't judge a person's "combat ability".

If it's the data that came up in writing, I can analyze it, but that's it.

As an "ally" or "enemy," you can't read the air that surrounds you.

But today I know better.

I understood that I didn't feel so horrible about the other whorehouse escorts until today because I always refrained from that bad old martial arts behind my back.

I know exactly how horrible it is to be in this seat with one dick who doesn't even understand the power of his opponent.

The giant of "The Clown Banquet," the first new face I've called today, is somewhat better off for being relaxed and upright immovable but sweating on his forehead.

Even Verisario, who thought he didn't know his opponent's combat abilities, understood that there was a ridiculous and overwhelming difference in strength between the "Golden Apple (Almalum)" and "Safe House (Abditum)" guards and the "Clown Banquet" guards.

Leonid Cricks, the manager (manager) of The Clown Banquet, who I hear is a cheerful man, is probably responsible for the lack of words.

"That's why they say the quality has fallen, Verisario. If Annastella hadn't stopped, the kid's neck would have flown when his arm stood."

Radiou, the manager of The Safe House, speaks in a pale voice.

I guess that's because what I told you is not a big deal or anything, it's just a fact.

"Huh!"

But I can't listen to Nicola.

If we can seem to understand that Radio's words are merely facts, we can't make the first statement or anything like that in the first place.

"... Hey Nicola. If you're going to embarrass me any more, I'm going to kick your ass up to the moon. If you don't want to, keep that light mouth shut until I'm all right, even if they cut your cheek off with a knife."

Verisario stops Nicolas, who is likely to be reflexively intense, in a quiet voice on the back of what the words are about.

The voice had a cold air that would make even a fool know that his neck would fly physically if he defied it, turning bright blue and Nicolas whispered.

"Call me, Annastella. Just ask me why I let you have today's meeting."

Keep Nicola quiet and Verisario turns to Annastella.

I deliberately held meetings like this, except for the manager (manager) of The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium), because I don't want to turn at least the Golden Apple (Almumarum) and the Safe House (Abditum) on my enemies.

It was not a hoarding thing that crushed it with the light-heartedness of a foolish subordinate, though his arm stood.

"You seem to be mistaken, Verisario. Atashi didn't come here to join the meeting. I'm just here to tell you what Golden Apple is all about."

But Annastella's response was inconclusive.

"Annastella. The manager (manager) of" The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium) "isn't coming?

Listening to that Annastella's words, Rajiu asks.

He also sat heavily because he thought that the four main whorehouses - although there seemed to be one more since this time - were a meeting with all of them.

"Oh, you haven't heard? I'm going to do this meeting without (...) my child (...), Verisario."

"Then I'll be excused, too"

To that word, make it clear that Radio is no longer interested in this meeting either.

Rather than because it was a gathering of the four great whorehouses that Radiu was honestly participating in, it seemed because "The Dream of the Walnut" would participate.

The whorehouse name 'Abditum' clearly tells the story of how it is.

The established whorehouse alongside the Golden Apple (Alum Malum) is a store that focuses on the ladies of the Beast Man (Serianslope) and the Subman (Demi Human).

Its special (...) sexual (...) upper (...), familiarity with the owner (owner) of "The Dream of the Walnut" is profound.

Hiding in a safe house is not limited to the common beast man (serianthrope) or the subhuman (demi human).

"Wait a minute, my story is about that butterfly dream."

Verisario also panics that the managers of the two biggest whorehouses (managers), who do not want to turn to the enemy, are not even willing to listen to themselves.

"Um, this doesn't make any sense for me to be there either. I was looking forward to meeting the manager (manager) of the Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium). Well, let's just say we met legendary whore Annastella Uvier and established manager Rajiu Naya."

"Oh, you guys..."

Leonid, the manager of The Clown Banquet, who said he could be on his side because of profit and violence, seems to emulate Annastella and Radio.

"Just being in this seat left my life expectancy shrinking from just now. I would appreciate it if you could get away with it. The next time you get a chance to join us, you'll be ready to talk calmly."

I'm laughing. I'm not laughing at that look in my eyes.

Although he is a newcomer, he doesn't seem to intend to fall for his established two whorehouse opponents or the organization's direct management of Paradise.

I'm guessing it's not like Dada is becoming the "best sex capital on the continent".

As with Verisario, I understand perfectly well that this is a place where you could lose even your own life if you were concerned about it.

"Wait. Listen to me. Nothing. I'm not talking about selling a fight to The Walnut Dream. I just want to talk to you guys in advance to get through the tissue."

Ultimately, there's nothing you can do about it in this setting, even if you push it with the power of the organization.

Even if you get out poorly, it can annoy the body of the organization if you don't keep it through the bare minimum.

Verisario also understands very well what it means to have a "Dream of a Walnut" when the city is only here for a long night.

No matter how well they organize, they can't be safe stepping on tails they shouldn't be stepping on.

Depending on the matter, the opponent may even destroy the country.

"Is this about" Kissing a Cat (Ferrez Oskrum) "?

Annastella confirms in a sigh mix.

"Oh, yeah. We can't throw away the fact that we have formed a partnership with The Dream of the Walterfly without our permission, even though it is our series of stores. You know what, Annastella? This is a problem with the organization."

Verisario, relieved to react, speaks at once.

Finally, it is a declaration that our series, "Kissing the Cat (Ferrez Oskrum)", will take the bait of its own motion.

I am not willing to call it "The Dream of a Walnut", but a declaration that I will impose some kind of sanction on the unsolicited actions of members of my organization.

That also sounds, at first glance, a natural declaration.

"- Needless to say"

But also, the most unrelated person expressed a hard feeling.

"Clown Banquet" Manager Leonid Krius.

The smiley look hasn't changed.

"What?"

Behind the tremendous questioning heard, Verisario was on guard inside.

A man who can rise in the city on the night of King's capital Glen Kaina is not an idiot.

Being able to speak now, knowing also the organization to which Verisario belongs, means that he has that much power, at least that confidence.

Otherwise floating in the waterway before being called to this seat is another, or original, face of what is called the City at night.

"Why don't I let the demons eat things that aren't gold, like dignity, tickets, or willpower? I think so, but I can understand as much as the aesthetics that stick to it"

Leonito goes on to say what he wants, without even thinking about the awesomeness of Verisario's season.

"But I don't tell that person directly because (...) and (...) are also (...) (...) things, for me. - Don't worry, we're not going to get involved with 'Walnut Dream' and 'Paradise' in any way. No matter which one crumbles, we have a profit. If you mean that Mr. Verisario is going to fight and sell from the front to The Walnut Dream, you could have chewed and seen it ready to hurt your eyes. Too bad."

With a firm look on his face, he also speaks of not quitting hostility with "The Dream of a Walnut," a well-known contraindication to what he makes in the city here at night.

That may be thoughtful, but it's also true that there hasn't been anything in the last few years that could say that.

"You're right, kid."

I agree with Annastella laughing funny like that.

There is no way Annastella would be hostile to 'The Dream of a Walnut' in the true sense.

But there is no aversion to the creation of a rival with that temper.

"I do have to get my hands on" The Dream of the Walnut "directly. The (...) of (...) is not moving. But the manager over there can't do what Verisario says."

Rajiu calls the owner (owner) of The Walnut Dream that one.

But he also seems to know the manager well, and I am convinced that he will not be able to say the right thing about Verisario.

Organizational kejime is not sweet.

It would extend not only to the manager (manager) of the box if it were determined that he had done something unsolicited, but also to the lady who endorsed or incited the move.

I don't think Rajiu will allow it.

In a sense, the manager (manager) of "The Dream of the Walterfly", who also shows the split, once put into the nostalgia, the sweetness (...) to the person (...) is the master's concession.

And the sweetness to the body manifests itself in the form of relentlessness towards the enemy and what he has nurtured.

"Oh, I knew you were? Then let's go with" The Dream of the Butterfly. "

To Radio's words, Leonito withdraws his foreword all the time.

Leonito doesn't mean anything to me about "The Dream of a Walnut."

As a newcomer, he also correctly recognizes the fear of the manager (manager) of The Dream of the Walnut.

…………

It's the same as Verisario.

The purpose of going through this meeting - at least not to be hostile to the 'Golden Apple (Almalum)' and 'Safe House (Abditum)' - seems impossible in this way either.

But I can't even end up licked.

Whereas the operation of this hand is advantageous and unfavourable, it is sometimes the answer that ignores even the balance of life and death that is the correct answer.

"Your place has been a little overwhelming lately. You may be trying to impress me, but you're broke. That's why I can lick you under my command."

I also think Verisario wonders if that is indeed what Annastella says.

If you are truly eye-catching, you will not be born with a subordination to do unsolicited things.

Instead of the manager (manager) I am entrusted with, Verisario is not responsible at a time when the sign lady in the box is doing something of her own accord.

"... the manager (manager) of The Dream of the Walnut is a fox with the authority of a tiger."

Nicolas, who opens his mouth at will again, is a good example.

I can't save myself from thinking that Annastella's words are affirmative as they are.

The other whorehouse escorts have never uttered a word before.

Or that's normal.

- Surely this is also my responsibility...

It is a verisario I have to admit.

That's why I don't blame you. It's this passage.

"A fox that can borrow the authority of a tiger is no longer just a fox. It's a monster that combines the wisdom of a fox with the violence of a tiger. And there are dragons as well as tigers who lent (...) and (...) (...). … not alone."

Rather than applauding Nicolas for his unsolicited remarks, Radjiu makes the case.

Neither can Nicolas, who knows about the owner (owner) of The Walnut Dream as a member of the organization, argue with Radio's words.

Unlike the original meaning of the word, the manager (manager) of The Walnut Dream is happy to lend his authority to people and organizations who are not ridiculed for being likened to tigers and dragons.

What difference does it make to the power of the person?

Commanders in charge of the army need not be swordsmen or wizards themselves.

If a swordsman or wizard moves freely according to his command, the power of his army can be described as that of a commander.

"That's enough to say that I subtracted my master's excess (...) protection (...). If you're pulling in the way Radio said it, I'll make it clear to you."

Annastella takes over the words.

"I'm sure you can handle it if you say you turned Atashi and the other two big whorehouses against the enemy. Are you strong enough to push this country against your enemies to establish the city on the night of King's capital, Glen Kaina?

"- Is that it?

"That's it. This year's" Coronat Solemne "is not a Yotai story."

You can't be unaware of that information with Verisario.

Even as an organization, it is true that we were not just threatening to look at it, but exploring ways to generate profit in partnership with The Dream of the Walnut.

Even this time, if only the procedure had been followed, it could have been the "Kissing of Cats (Ferres Oskrum)" pattern.

With the intent of the manager (manager) of The Walnut Dream, there is nothing but a threat if Silveria, the first princess, is to cooperate fully without going to the country.

In order to protect Fujiko, if he is to be knocked out of the stage: the night city of the King's capital, Glen Kaina, which creates enormous wealth, the meaning of protecting Fujiko disappears in the first place.

Organizations take care of both face and violence because they are necessary to seek profit.

It doesn't mean as much as shit to something like that if it doesn't generate interest.

- And the new face (Leonito) is right.

A long silence falls.

"What are you talking about as an organization? Or is it yours that's been entrusting the city to the organization this evening?

It was Annastella's question that broke that silence.

"What do you mean, Annastella"

"I'm asking you if you and this big boss will do it."

It's hard to pull that in once the head of the organization has spoken it.

Like the face to the outside, no more than the face to the body exists.

But even though that is the executive, if it is the will of Verisario, who is entrusted with the city at night of the King's capital, Glen Kaina, we can explore the drop.

"If you're a jerk, I'll pull your interest out of her just to convince you. If you still can't pull it off, shoot me if you want."

That's what I mean.

If Verisario is the top priority in giving maximum benefit to the organization, he can swallow that kind of drop.

As Leonito said earlier, "If it's in the interest of the organization, feed it to the Fujiko Demon (Monster)."

Annastella's words would be ultimatums.

Even this meeting, which is meant to be complete, is a possibility of slippage in the darkness of the Kingdom of Glen, beyond saying that the country will move.

No, it's easier to think about it that way.

- Wouldn't it be strange if Nicola was skipped in the neck the minute I said no?

This country is more terrible than any other on the Terravik continent, and the royal family itself is so much more terrifying than the country.

That the king does not blame the First Princess for that statement can be far from the worst.

Verisario needs both violence and faculty for the benefit of the organization.

There is no point in them if they are detrimental to the organization itself because of their personal passing.

"- Wow, that was great. Stand up for you guys. But you'll get the benefit of just standing on our faces."

"That's when I leave it to you. Because that kind of rush is still sweet, and so is that kid. I'm gonna make you laugh so hard."

In fact, the large size of the forehead is not much of a problem.

The fact that the "Dream of a Walnut" moved to make the face of "Paradise" is the greatest advantage at this time.

If it means you pulled it out, Verisario personally stands up in a way.

The original aim was far removed, but the meaning of this meeting was more than sufficient, Verisario.

However, contrary to what was apparent on the surface, it took the form of making loans to other whorehouses.

"And Nicolas and I did. If you meet our swine on the night lane, run away. We don't chase our escape."

Even as Anna Stella sees herself settling into a plausible drop, giving a little bit to her immature Nicolas.

No. Is this more serious advice than a little?

"Look, Nicola. You're retarded. Besides, I don't have enough strength inside. Still, as much as I promote, some of us stand up. I won't forgive you for wasting your life. Die like that, I'll kill you."

Shut up Nicolas again, who highs without punishment.

It's not even good for the organization if you have to grow up to the point where you can think of differences in character in conversations between yourself and the people.

"... Yes"

Did the word surprise you that tough was said to need you, Nicola turns back a rare and special reply.

Oh, man. I wish you'd grow up with this, but I noticed Annastella's laugh when I sighed.

From Annastella and Radio's point of view, I guess Verisario is what Nicolas is all about.

When I thought of it, my face seemed to loosen, but I managed to enjoy it.

- No, I settled right where I dropped it, that's not what I threw it away.

"Good boy, Verisario."

I can be praised by Annastella at a time when they read that thought.

Give me a break.

Verisario looks up to heaven.

It's bad for Nicolas with a pompous expression, but this kind of grandpa and grandma are stronger here, and Verisario sighs.

- Well, you (Nicolas) would know if it weren't here.

The meeting opened with thoughts similar to that of giving up.

Keep the manager (manager) of "The Dream of the Walnut", the center, out of the mosquito net until the end.

"Manager, what are those monsters?"

Out on the ground in the sun, the man of the escort, who had been forced to have comparable tensions in the last few dozen minutes for the rest of his life, speaks.

George Steiner, manager of The Clown Banquet and guard of Leonid Krius.

I'm sweating a lot for a different reason than the heat.

"You surprised me. What are these people doing this city night? We haven't either."

"I didn't feel alive."

"Me, too."

If the two long-established manager (managers) escorts cared about that, they would have both disappeared from the world with every joke.

And they have the power to wipe it out like nothing happened.

The two of them began to feel something they couldn't fathom with normal violence or money.

Conversely, it can be said that it has come up to a position where it can be known.

"It's not cool, but there's no reason to stop now."

"... right"

Today we also know that even the people who can't help themselves still have the character to care.

It's a distracting story, but as I put it in my words, I can't stop it now.

"Maybe I should leave it to you, but sometimes it doesn't make sense if you have to do it yourself."

"Yes."

"Still to make money, follow the rules laid down.... Not yet"

The up-and-coming whorehouse, The Clown Banquet, has something to aim for.

It's only a matter of time before it becomes clear.

"Sounds good."

Radio returning to the sunny ground confirms to Annastella.

"Hey. Where one's power is not extended, one who has the power to extend it without hesitation shall be used. If I can pass my ideals, I don't hate other applications. I grew up a little while ago."

Apparently, he's talking about the manager (manager) of The Walnut Dream who didn't attend this meeting.

"Plus the ideal that kid says stinks pretty bad with that one. Love and interest, it's never pretty. Still, we're all laughing. That's what she wants."

That would be what Annastella felt on her earlier visit.

"Just a little hey...... that kid tries to take care of too much stuff. Not only are the three of us so beautiful, but the First Princess is incredibly fond of us. And if you're drowning in it, there's something cute about it."

"Can't you do it, Annastella?

"Don't joke about it, I don't want to turn you around on those scared people."

Lunamaria, Listia and Laura are seriously in love with their manager.

Apparently, it doesn't mean the First Princess of Silveria is in love either.

Even from Annastella's eyes, she's falling in love with some good women who can be described as "neat," it would be foolish to put extra tease on her.

So far, the manager doesn't think he's abandoned the world.

That's the most important thing.

"Well, the neighborhood should be supported by us. Like today. And that's why he travels all over the world. Don't worry about it."

"I hope so."

With a serious look he rarely shows, Annastella looks up to heaven.

You can't just wish.

Then I'll have to do what I can to the best of my ability.

Well, that's not the story that started now.