Manager of the Other World Brothel

It's your brother Di. All I'm saying is think what you're saying is what I'm saying. '

It is the text of a letter handed down silently by his brother Di Zi himself.

I almost broke my knee when I saw a sentence that was too concise.

No, you know what, Master?

Oops. Owner.

No, I don't care about that now.

I (...) Look (...), I will also put the tickle called 'Brother' on the child with a great neat face at this time.

I understand that the owner (owner) didn't clap, but I would also like to say that this is not the case.

The letter is fine, but do you ignore the fact that you are verbalizing an extra word before that?

It's been a long time since you've been seriously scared.

- Shit, I'm pitiful.

If the first place I meet isn't my office, I'm just the owner.

I still don't have any fighting power, and depending on the circumstances, they killed me.

... Fair enough.

Anyway, I see (...) eh (...) ru (...) being in front of my seemingly faceless child, the owner (owner) says my 'brother Di (...) child'.

I mean, I'm going to be a brother to this guy, so they call me "brother."

Yeah, there's no contradiction in reason.

I don't think so.

Is it because you're looking at the first really faceless part that you can see that this guy's expression, if it's his first look, actually makes him look a little illuminated and impressed?

... That's not the nature of the problem.

"Dear brother.... thank you for starting today"

With a small body that hasn't grown up yet, I bow down a bit.

Well, I don't have any more veto rights than I have this owner's letter.

That's good, but how dare you?

This is a whorehouse, right?

Of course it's not a good place to put your kids to work.

It wouldn't be a good place not to work or live.

Mainly in an emotional and educational sense.

... Is there such a problem even with the presence of this younger brother, Tiko?

Being able to stick to the owner (owner) and travel for a while, being able to get here alone and above all from one end of the force I just showed, I'm pretty sure he has a lot of power as a combat force.

As long as I envy you, even though it's natural from who you are.

A few years ago, I would have had considerable resistance to honestly accept you as my younger brother Dizi.

But thanks to you, I now know that the way of power isn't just combat.

I have also gained experience when and where that kind of power is needed and, above all, that there are people.

I wanted to be an adventurer and I was dissatisfied with the position of the manager of the whorehouse, not me when I knew nothing.

Thanks to everyone in The Dream of a Walnut (here), I can't tell you how great it sounds.

Anyway, my brother Di Zi and I would also work as S-level (class) right now if we were adventurers, but we wouldn't talk about it as whores.

That's not just talking about age at all.

As the owner (owner) deliberately wrote "Di (...) child," my brother Di Zi is once a girl, even though it hasn't even reached Jali yet.

Girls are fine, right?

Little dirty. It's called a traveling outfit, it's called a body like a stick, it's called a faceless face instead of being unfathomable, and at first glance it just looks like a little fellow with a lot of stuck around adventurers or mercenaries.

But silver hair that can be rough all you want, but it would be pretty if you took care of it. The golden eyes of the spot, which are incredibly calm from his age, are large and his face is well made.

- If you grow up looking like you're watching, you'll definitely be in 'Luxury Whore (Kurtizanne)' in a few years.

but definitely no hooker.

Because the visible figure is just that the necklace lowered from the neck makes it look that way.

Probably a magic tool (magic item) at the hands of the owner (owner) that just captures what it is and makes it look like a human being.

Do I look like a child because my real age is about that?

I wouldn't be more surprised by the magic of the owner (owner) of anything right now, but this is just as surprising or confusing.

My "brother Di" and his identity are giant silver wolves.

Solved the humanities and dwelt in magic - the superior species of demons (monsters) called 'Warcraft'.

Nonetheless, the gaze of Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura behind me hurts.

Even a girl is a warcraft, right? What do you guys think I am? Is there a beast?

- Things go back a few minutes.

Weekend noon.

I'm forced to work my sleepy head off, and I'm cleaning up my paperwork from one end of the spectrum while I bite down my elbow.

It's not just a very fast spinning head, but I can't do such a shabby imitation of rustling a document like a mountain.

I just have to take the time to be foolish and move on one by one.

Under such common circumstances these days.

"More."

... No, you know what, Lunamaria?

You can certainly do whatever you want until the lights are on in the store, and it's not a rush to admit that it's still quite some time before then.

He also meditates on coming into my office every time without even knocking.

I have a reservation tonight, so I don't have to think I should go to bed during the day.

Well, as long as I get a minimum of sleep, my strength will do anything with my magic.

But you guys (...), I guess I wouldn't even have to get up early until you guys to get in the way of me waking up in my bedtime and putting my energy into work...

"'Cause lately, I've been working as a manager."

Right, Miss Laura.

The partnership with "Kissing the Cat (Ferres Oskrum)" has been in full swing, and since the revival of Miss Veronica's Marquis Sistea family, the Viscount will ask my opinion on what to do with the clerk in charge, and the business of "Golden Apple (Almmalum)". Shut up.

From Adventurer Guild Headquarters, what's your grand spectacle? And the invitations to them arrive, and it's miserable that there's more work to be loaded up than processed.

Even the visits of Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria (Head of Sugar Confectionery) and Her Royal Highness Princess Karin (Jaritare) have been so busy that they have been gratuitously picked up.

... I suppose it would be disrespectful, me.

No, that's why I'm so busy.

It's my decision, though, so I don't want to do it.

"I won't interrupt your work...... shouldn't you let me stay here?

Have you come, Miss Listia?

No, you three surrounded me and told me to calm down and work, which makes me want to say I can't...

Well, if these guys are going to tell you to be quiet, they're going to stay quiet.

"That's about as good as it gets, but it's creepy"

"That's right. That's right. - Which is more important, work or me?

Funny.

And, Miss Laura, you don't have to joke about that, do you?

I know it's a bad smile and a joke, but I think it's pretty superior to a question a guy doesn't want you to ask.

Sure, I recently had the contact point of having conversations as a job and doing unique magic, but as Renamaria put it, 'I don't care' - I certainly didn't have much private (private) conversation or time that I didn't love otherwise.

No, I also feel like this used to be the case, but I've had more chances to swallow in the last while, so you're starting to feel that way.

In the sense of caring for the top selling lady in "The Dream of the Walnut (of which)," I guess it's also the scope of my job as a manager, but that's not what I mean.

It's a missed story that I recognize for the first time, but I don't take care of the situation because I feel "tasteless" myself.

If I say "lonely," I feel like I'm losing something, so I won't even say it in my heart.

"... probably won't be over by the time the store opens. Still okay?

I have a surprised look at my words: Lunamaria, Miss Listia, Miss Laura.

I'm confident in my weakness of will. As far as I'm concerned, I'm aware that there was a place I was bound by the form of being alone at work.

But if I don't, I don't feel like I'll ever get the job done.

I have not been able to react immediately to my permission because I could not be expected to break.

I always think of places like this but they are adorable.

"Be quiet."

Somehow it lights up the reaction of the three of us.

Three people shake their heads in silence over and over the words of deception.

No, don't say a word. It doesn't mean anything.

Don't make me laugh.

I drop my eyes on the paperwork again as I almost blow it out.

Excellent clerks (staff) finish the paperwork themselves just because the amount is huge.

There are hardly any mistakes that seem to be made, and my job is to confirm and settle.

As well as checking mistakes, it is arguably the most important task to find the correct figures and the "discomfort" from that report to make a decision on the direction of operation of "The Walnut Dream (of which)".

If you want to do it, you can properly stamp the approval mark. Half way through the job, I think you're done doing it.

That's why it's a good job to concentrate on it.

I'm sorry, but if you don't concentrate properly, it's very much not on me.

When I looked him in the eye because there were signs of movement, all three of them seemed to have laid down a place to spend their time in this room.

I try to travel to each location to avoid making any noise possible.

You're honestly not going to sit on a sofa for visitors.

Looks like some kind of distracted cat.

My clerk, who is pretty big, looks from me and pulls a chair to the right edge and sits down, Miss Laura with her hands and jaw on her desk.

When I looked at the clap with my neck as a cotton, Funya laughed.

I wonder what's so much fun.

Miss Listier is on the other side of Miss Laura, sitting leaning against her desk.

He has his right hand on his desk and his hips shallower than mine.

My gaze doesn't look at me, it looks like I'm looking out the window.

I swallowed the side of it and the complaint that you shouldn't put your butt on the desk because you have brunette on your left hand.

If they make you fall in love, you lose, you lose.

Lunamaria, the smallest of the three, turns by the way and behind my chair, leaving that little body behind my chair.

Over my back, but it's kind of funny how I feel the weight of Lunamaria.

When this one sinks his body deep, he pulls slightly, and then slowly weighs in again.

Somehow it feels good to have a flat (counterbalanced) feel.

I'm going to get sleepy when I get alarmed.

I wonder what I can say about this feeling of being able to feel the presence of Renamaria even though I can't see my face because of the weight on my body.

Well, I don't think all three of them are the right places and outfits to spend a long time, but if they're okay with it, they don't say anything.

Surrounded by three beautiful women like this, I can concentrate on my work, self-admiring that I'm a big deal, and now it's time to concentrate on the paperwork.

I can laugh.

I'm frustrated that you're damn busy doing whatever you want with your job, but it's also weird that under such strange circumstances, you can instead calm down and focus.

Perhaps it is important to come to it with a sense of serenity in a job where judgment is important.

On the day when three of the five petals, "Quinke Follum Floris", were sent to serve and said such a thing, they could be killed from the muscles of the Mistress.

You'll get about a kick from three people, Zagacliffe, Kasimrada and Livis, who are a trio of hedgehog adventurers at the very least.

Speaking of which, I haven't swallowed with them lately either.

If you're coming with the Adventurer Guild's "Magnificent Party," can you swallow it on the spot?

It is unclear whether or not they are being called.

I don't know what "grand party" it is in the first place, but you can't just say no to invitations from old Garzam (god killer).

Well, let's get to work.

Noon passes by, and the sun leans considerably west towards dusk.

The hustle and bustle from Market Street, quite far from the street where the "Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium)" is located, arrives slightly through the window.

If it's a weekend, it's probably busy with sausages and shoppers.

Some customers may be buying gifts (gifts) for their favorite lady, which they are booking tonight.

Perhaps it will look like a gift, but the way I feel when I'm choosing a gift (a gift) doesn't change that much from a kid who buys a gift (a gift) with the money he saved by helping his girlfriend in the process.

I don't hate the mood that floats around my feet when I'm choosing someone to give away.

From this time onwards, signs of the clerks (staff) preparing downstairs will also be conveyed in order to welcome the customer in a pleasant manner.

Once again, the air is running around our workplace.

Unspared, he is a reliable companion who maintains The Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium) as a beautiful and dreamy place every day and every night.

Tonight's liquor dishes will be served in the kitchen, and the barley and wine will probably be chilled.

That can't be true, but it's a strange thing because I feel like I can get a smell that goes all the way to my office.

The sound of my pen and the sound of judgment sounds regularly in the office where no one speaks.

And then there's each other, the slight rubbing sound that comes from a slight physical movement.

A strange feeling, where you can't even hear each other, but you feel like each other's exhales and heart sounds are being transmitted as "signs".

In a quiet but quiet afternoon clerk's office, work proceeds efficiently besides thoughts.

You think in a corner of your head that it is not enough to take, that there is no other love, and you can see that you are able to concentrate deeply and quietly.

It seems strange, but the passage of time also obscures me and I can't even tell if I'm working faster or slower than usual.

Just calm down, I'm sure you're able to judge each and every document properly.

Unexpectedly on his back, Renamaria begins to sing a nose song.

I'm pretty sure I've heard it somewhere, but I can't even remember the title.

- I would have liked to, but I would have kept quiet.

Though I think so, it's not like I'm shouting or standing up.

It shall be good because the gentle sound is more comfortable than complete silence.

Even though my voice is perfectly beautiful, it's funny to take the sound off as far as I can tell.

Are you still tone-deaf?

Just a little, laugh.

Miss Listia, Miss Laura, also begins to sing her nose to fit Lunamaria, or to follow her.

Don't do it. You'll laugh when you get followed and you do it to me.

It seems fun, so I won't stop it.

The afternoon work goes well, listening to the slightly extravagant, slightly detached nose song by the three of them: "Five Petals" Quinke Follum Floris ".

Alone. "Concentrate, concentrate!" I don't know if it's more efficient than when I'm talking about it, but maybe it is.

If it comes with the results, it's not even a complaining muscle.

"… Done"

To my surprise, the job I was wondering would take until tomorrow was roughly cleared up.

We need to listen to the clerk (staff) in charge of the remaining cases, so that's all we can do now.

"Is that true? So can we talk now?

That's why I didn't say a word to keep quiet.

Why are you picking up on me so extreme, Renamaria?

No, well, I'm doing the same thing, so is Miss Listia and Miss Laura the same thing?

I've been singing a bunch of nose songs, and I feel like I can't talk.

"But I don't have time to go somewhere anymore."

"Still enough to talk about. Right? Right?"

Sure, it's halfway to bed now, and we're going to be getting ready to open up like this today.

If you think about it that way, Miss Listier is right, we have enough time to 'fuck' each other.

Or if you had a little more time, you were going somewhere, Miss Laura.

"Right. Are you wasting your time here until the store is ready to open..."

There's nothing wrong with me when I've cleared up everything I need to do.

I think the air at work was enough for me, but this blank time is like Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura created it in a way.

In my reply, once Lunamaria and Miss Listia get out of the office early.

I'm guessing Lunamaria went to make tea around the handmade confectionery.

After work, there will likely be a glorious afternoon tea party (afternoon tea).

Miss Laura giggles as she drops them off.

"There's going to be temperamental treats and tea ~. Oh, I think I'll go back to my room too, because I might even get dressed"

"... that's about it, I guess."

"At happy times, it's something I want to wear - the girl"

Am I right?

Well, you should like it.

I don't hate seeing you guys all the way through, either.

I also think that the clothes I can wear at that time are more suitable than the fancy outfits of the night.

I think it's the manager who makes me wear those clothes as a job.

In the end, Miss Laura also went back to get dressed, and as Miss Laura expected, Lunamaria and Miss Listia, both of whom were dressed for the afternoon tea party (afternoon tea).

Lunamarian hair, Miss Listia's ears and Miss Laura's neck muscles are accessorized with butterfly designs.

You always wear it at times like this, that.

I'm glad to be the giver, but it's also a little dazzling.

But get dressed. Get ready. I don't have to wonder how it's going to be a shorter waste of time at the heart, but if they're having fun, it's wild to go in there.

It's not a meeting, and it's not like we have to have a conversation.

If you're going to enjoy the most important time, not the long, short time, then 90% to prepare, 10% to waste, that's probably it.

"… may I ask, Manager"

As usual, after a while when silence is not bitter, Renamaria talks to me with a serious look for it.

Sometimes it's unusual.

I don't know. What did he say, but was this actually the real deal today?

From what Miss Listier and Miss Laura are doing, apparently so.

What can I ask you?

"Sometimes I exercise my right to remain silent."

"Mmm..."

When it is browned, it is seriously reacted to.

This is the kind of place Renamaria is funny.

"The right to remain silent is not allowed ~"

"Right. I insist you have the right to answer for your tea and sweets."

Was it a compulsory reward, tea and sweets (this)?

Miss Laura and Miss Listia strip me of my right to remain silent with a shuddering laugh, as I follow the snotty Lunamaria.

Lunamaria, Miss Listia, it's a handmade treat and a cup of tea, that's a good reward.

It seems that Miss Laura did what she did, and that I have an obligation to answer.

Customers of "The Dream of a Walnut" would be happy to answer.

It's a very troubling level of service if you ask me to value it.

I fully understand that it is useful, so let's admit that the right to remain silent is not recognized.

"Heck. - So, what do you want to hear?

The three of you face each other when you answer me in a surrender.

Is that a more serious question than I thought?

It's funny how we've been hanging out with each other lately.

I didn't mean to sound like a great bastard.

"Ask frankly.... the manager is not afraid of us?

After all, it's Renamaria who moves on behalf of you at times like this.

I don't know what you want to hear, but I'm more interested in the story of you three settling into your current sense of distance than you (...) n (...) na (...) and (...).

"Women are scared. Even more so if that's the woman of your choice."

In the meantime, I'm going to throw you a flippant answer.

I thought I would be scolded to answer seriously, but I blushed at the triplets.

I didn't do anything extra.

"You know what?

Don't joke about it. Give me a serious answer, and all three of you get your place right with a serious look on your face.

Well, I know what you're going to say.

You want to hear if I'm really not afraid of ourselves, even though we all have unique magic like no other, in terms of combat power.

Even after knowing the positive (...) body (...).

We never stepped in and talked to each other about that part.

It's a part of each of the three of us that we didn't dare to touch, even though it's like we're getting to know each other implicitly during the events that prompted us to get along.

"Depends on what you mean by scared. Perhaps if Renamaria had said what she was afraid of right now, no one would have been able to be with her."

Right.

If Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura were to care about that, they would easily take their lives, such as me right now.

My range of magic detection is similar to that of the owner (owner), but I've become a fool when it comes to Renamaria, Miss Listier and Miss Laura, and I'm not responding to anything if I go to sleep.

... No, that's what they know you don't need, lately.

But I don't care if it's just me and Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura.

What a human being, a weapon-like weapon, a weak creature who can't take his life without it.

Blades in the kitchen.

Types of hammers and hammers used on a daily basis.

On the contrary, a pen or firewood rolling there, if you don't mean it, is enough for a child to take a large adult's life.

If you're still on full alert, that's what living together as a family and sleeping together on the (...) side (...) of the key (...).

"That's what it's like to be together, to live together. Well, from that point of view, it's based on absolute trust that other people build families."

Everyone else.

I guess it doesn't really matter where people and people, people and beasts (serianthropes), people and subpeople (demi humans) are.

- That, for example, is even with people and the 'Demons (Asmo Magicus)'.

I don't care about that.

The important thing would be who (...) you want to be with.

I'm scared. I'm not scared. When I say it, I'm sure everyone is scared of everyone.

"So the manager can live with us, right?

I promised you when.

If my daughter-in-law didn't have a hand, I'd have it if I wanted.

I don't mean to make a difference from me, but I don't think you believe me.

I'm more or less sorry to say this.

This kind of thing is important to guess and think about.

Miss Listier and Miss Laura aren't snorting, either.

"... bad memories of falling asleep are still new"

That's why I told him.

"Oh, not that one..."

"... there's no excuse ~"

"I'm sorry."

I regret my stupidity.

Knowing roughly that embarrassing past of mine, what more "aren't you afraid?".

I don't have that much left to be scared of when they find out about it.

… although there are some.

But the steps that men and women think should be taken may actually be so different.

Well, is rubbing each other there a flavor?

It's not like this is happening right now.

But I don't think of it as a future that never comes.

In that context, it's not bad to play with these (...) eh (...) koh (...).

Even if you don't say it, you'll be forgiven as much as you'd expect it to be a future that might come one day.

Anyway, that's it for today.

It's time to get ready for tonight's opening.

The three of them who now blush or excuse themselves as if they were a city girl are also Quinke Follum Floris, a five-piece petal boasted by Walnut Dream (Papilio Somnium), a luxury whorehouse if the lights are on the store.

"Luxury Whore (Kurtizanne)" captivates the heart of a distinguished customer with its beauty and luster of colour and knocks out a hell of a lot of money overnight

And I'm the manager of the whorehouse.

Because we live our daily reality exactly, our narrow break becomes enriching and important in lieu of anything else.

Now the break is over.

Will you do your best tonight?

Without having to exchange words, my office door gets knocked at the time we recognize each other that way.

Yeah, it's not time for the sisters to be seen, and it's perfectly legitimate to have three habitual people indoors who don't knock.

I guess this is not a big deal because when our good clerks (staff) soak up knocks, they are limited to when things are going wrong.

"Manager, the customer is in sight… Ah, here"

I thought the office door would open without waiting for the manager (me) to answer.

A child enters the office without even asking the clerk (staff) to stop him.

"He said it was an introduction to the owner (owner). The sealed wax on your seal is real."

As such, I guess the clerk (staff) who laughs bitterly just because he's sorry only shows the presence to the child as he sees it.

I understand that even if it is slightly disrespectful or of an otherwise unlikely age, it is unlikely that the owners (owners) would be involved for our clerks (staff).

But even the clerk (staff) who closed the door and left would not have been able to assume this.

My magic sensing reflects in my eyes the giant silver beast that came into the sleigh and the office.

That's what the clerk (staff) thought was a child.

"You're my brother?"

With confirmation, the phantom of a person's appearance remains faceless. The body of the identity strips its fangs.

"... the master tried (...) and (...) went away"

The 'Warcraft', which solves the human language, erupts its mighty magic.

At the same time, take a giant forefoot one step forward.

Well, Master, if you were the owner, wouldn't you be surprised if you used Warcraft as your apprentice?

What do you want me to do with this to my former unknown apprentice, the manager of the current whorehouse?

Die.

It dies.

But normally, there's nothing I can do about it. This situation will come with a piece of light, like a joke.

"Who would you try?

"I wonder if we're the first ones"

…………

In front of me, the 'Warcraft', which should tear off as easily as a piece of paper, such as a person, wrapped its tail lightly without taking a second step, especially in the icy words of three poor beauties who neither sprayed up their magic nor revealed their true appearance (about one silent).

It will follow from there to the beginning.

... No, Miss Listier, silence is the scariest thing.

Even if they say it's out of the heart or something.