Manager of the Other World Brothel

Midsummer deep pale and strong sun sky.

Underneath it, the magic of the 'explosion' erupts black smoke, and the magic of the 'thunderbolt', contrary to the thunder of nature, runs lightning from earth to heaven.

I know so much about the existence of 'magic' in this world and the existence of 'wizards' who freely use it.

There will be several of our customers, and we will be greeting them with the old Riphal Master known as the Wizard and the Great Wizard.

Above all, the owner (owner) - my former master would not exaggerate, but say 'the most powerful wizard in the world'.

Well, knowing the owner (owner) in some detail is quite limited.

Therefore, if I can't use it, I am also vainly familiar with the so-called ordinary 'magic'.

At one point, I admired it from the bottom of my heart, and although it's pretty special, I'm one of the 'wizards' once and for all now.

"This guy's flashy."

I am accustomed to seeing such owner (owner) bullshit large-scale magic, and the magic is so massive that I can't help but get it out of my mouth.

If you are a Luzakh class (class) called "The Most Disciple of the Wise", you will be able to streak without bitterness, but it is not a craftsmanship that the wizards there can pray for.

The luxury whores (Kurtizanne) of the Butterfly Dream (of ours) that I brought with me are also cheering for a sight that just isn't going to be seen that way.

Because this is the place where this is possible.

This place - far south of the Kingdom of Glen, the island of Cerris, an enclave territory.

The island of Sellis is one of only a few places in this world, the 'Spitpoint of Magic'.

I'm probably going around all the magic eruptions in this world when I was stuck around the owner.

Among them, there are eruptions on the ground, and this is the only place known to the wider public.

While it is impossible to capture magic in oneself at the point of the magic eruption, interfering with geyser-erupting magic to express magic is not so difficult for 'wizards' over intermediates.

Of course, enemies and such don't exist, but they look fancy when activated by magic.

Great magic can also be activated such that it cannot be activated by its own magic, which makes it great for training magic control, and the sight is sufficient for viewing objects, as it is called "fireworks".

Sometimes a famous wizard who makes his name known on the Terravik continent is visited, and the island is constantly overflowing with rich tourists all summer.

No fireworks, magic sights.

Well (...) eh (...) chi (...), you might want to speak of the kind of nori where the rich get together on large ships and luxury cruisers for wave riding (surfing) and banqueting (parties) at sea points where there is always a big wave in relation to the seamounts and currents.

There are also labyrinths of high difficulty on Sellis Island, one of the most prosperous big cities in the Terravik continent, not just in the Kingdom of Glen, as a tourist destination or as a labyrinth offensive city.

Me and all the luxury hookers (Kurtizanne) of the Walnut Dream are attending a banquet hosted by Adventurer Alliance headquarters who thought they couldn't be absent just because they were invited by the God-killer (Old Garzam).

Only under the auspices of Adventurer Guild Headquarters and rigidly enough, all members of the Walnut Dream (of which) have the guild for a round trip transfer magic to this point.

Well, if not, it doesn't even have to be with the Ndialana floating valley group, but it's a very carriage, so it's not an easy distance to go back and forth.

The orders received from the owner (owner) and the adventurer guild entanglement were sent in by the owner (owner) to match the timing of this banquet, so that we could take a break from the Walnut Dream (of which) and participate in the big nomenclature.

It's only natural for me to be hired to do what the owner wants.

Owner (Owner) Due to the closure for entanglement reasons, even on holiday, the ladies' earnings are guaranteed to be minimal.

The ladies below three petals, Tres Follum Floris, will be resting their wings on a vacation that has come down to their thoughts in the king's capital, Glen Kaina.

I'm sorry for the ladies with more than four flower petals, but it's a different day than usual when I was invited as "The Dream of a Walnut."

The customer who made the reservation has to cry, but we will follow up in a way that will convince him later.

Naturally, I've lost my head.

The ladies are aware of the area, and will not bother to follow up with the customers I had booked tomorrow without telling them.

I'll give you permission for the service, just in case, but it's natural that the ladies would rather take it at their discretion than the store did that.

Whether it's called bruising, that's just about right for those who are coming to enjoy it by offering a lot of money to bruise it.

Sometimes it is natural and leaves the illustrious people of Haz, who are good at running, to the right and left.

... Are you sure it's natural?

Well, it might be wiser not to exclude the abyss.

When you throw your gaze properly, Miss Listier tilts her neck in the way that the expression "a bit" fits best.

Yeah, well, I don't know what it feels like to be a customer who doesn't care anymore if it's natural.

Behind me, as always, the "Five Petals (Quinke)", Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, proud of the Walnut Dream (of which), followed by the "Four Petals (Quattur)" ladies.

Unlike before, there is a line of Lin, my younger brother Tizi, almost directly next to me.

I guess it's not a very nice picture of the manager of the whorehouse with a huge beautiful girl beside him, but knowing who I am, I laugh bitterly even with that kind of eye.

My brothers can't understand the sensibility of "yummy looks" after seeing the great magic that activates one after the other.

I'm also used to giant silver wolves coming up next door.

You can call it the gift of a walk every morning.

I don't have to wonder if he's a master dancer.

Although the identity of the phosphorus is not misaligned, a single line of the walrus dream (of which) gathers the gaze around.

Bye.

If the ladies of the best whorehouse in the world, following me, dress up for the climate on this island - it's a bathing suit if you ask me, this guy - it's only fitting that they attract the attention of the men mainly.

Xiao Dark is the ladies of the dreams (of our) suited butterflies, but sometimes it's not bad to dress like this under the light of such an intense day.

Maybe they're the ones laughing like this under the sun, the way they should be.

But nothing seems to have changed the essence of them laughing under the light of day now that they had become women of the night for the purposes of each lady.

Maybe I just want to think so.

It's sunburn. Depending on what the ladies like, don't worry because my unique magic has proven to be the only comfort trip (though I'm the only one calling it) to the Ndialana Floating Canyon Group in the summer.

Almost everyone chooses a costume that doesn't expose their skin more than they need to, but it gets oddly colorful, which is where you won't have a choice of working patterns anymore.

I guess it is laughable how Lynn is a child's body but more inflammatory () costume than anyone else, but if she laughs, she will continue to do so with a huge tail for another three days or so.

You can't do anything stupid when you're activating Sage Mode, albeit artificially.

Due to the prickly sunshine on Celis Island and low humidity at high temperatures, this kind of costume is well visible in the blue skies and air like scones and falling out.

The Cobalt Blue Sea is just around the corner.

"Any thoughts? Hmm?"

"Um... does it look good,?

"The manager is better dressed like this, right? Why not just be naked and halfway there?"

Miss Lunaaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, who are right behind me, ask me what I think of my costume.

Deriving the correct answer to this hand question is highly challenging.

One last thing.

It's not what you think you hear, that kind of thing.

About once, when I accidentally spoke hot about it, I pulled it off. It was just Miss Laura.

Lunamaria is a simple black separator.

Miss Listier is pretentious about something blue.

Miss Laura looks like a piece from the front, but she wears a strange white that looks seperate from the back.

All Paleo? is also worn.

"Uh, you look great... you think?

Even if I praise you too much, it's a lie, and it's true that you look good, so I'll give you a no difficulty reply.

I know there's no art, but I can't imagine myself being able to say a sarcastic and attentive dialogue in a place like this.

"I don't know."

"I'm disappointed"

"I don't know anymore, reactions like that."

Yakamashii

No, honestly, I don't know, I don't know what type of swimsuit it is.

The colors are black, or pretentious, or in some strange way, I can only say.

"Well. The manager laughs when he says," You see black on white skin. "

"Wow, I'd love to, wouldn't I? Are you?"

"hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

You guys...

No. Well, surely you're right.

I laugh myself, don't I?

Mostly the only person who can throw up such a dialogue is a guy whose teeth glow hard.

I'm also used to these three conversations being laughed at by the ladies of Four Petals.

"What about me? Do I look good to you?

Naturally he looks back in front of me and poses as the ladies there. The expression is as expressionless as ever.

Because I was surprised, I hardened myself in the face.

If you only look at the pretty girl, you can't help but smile outfits with stretched backs and adult designed swimsuits.

It would definitely be a classic to get off the top when you go into the ocean.

But I also see the identity of the giant silver wolf so that it overlaps, so I became vegan by accident.

The huge tail of who you are and the phantom asshole hair linked to it is probably shaken by it also applauds it.

"... a little too grown-up?

"Yes.... I guess it's because I don't have breasts like my sisters"

Pretty much wrapped in oblate. Tell him what I think.

I was stuck against my expectations. The phantom touches his cheeks and his own chest.

The ladies give me a blaming air, even if they say so.

It's the giant silver wolf who's asking this question.

"No, yeah, well, I'll grow up one of these days."

"My brother prefers (...) and (...) I remember."

"Lynn doesn't understand."

"Is that what you mean by brothers and sisters disciples?

"I mean, isn't this just so easy to understand the manager?"

Did you imitate me like Miss Laura trampled her tail?

I don't remember, but I feel like clams are tough today.

As a naked guy, you don't like me reacting to swimsuit costumes?

Other than Miss Laura, Lunamaria and Miss Listia, you're supposed to be looking at me like I always do.

Artificial Persistent Sage Mode is active.

"Welcome," Dream of the Walnut (Papilio Somnium) "Dear Sir. The Lord is waiting, come here."

As we headed to the place where we were called to say silly things, the one that cut the paralysis or the use of the organizers of this banquet appeared before us.

I don't know if you mean to just come, but it's a big deal to be dressed in butler clothes in this damn hot weather. He's sweaty, but I guess he's a good worker around who never lets you try to look hot.

"I understand. - All right, everybody, have a nice feast. It is just forbidden to hunt (...) ri (...). Purely delightful."

I can't even ask all the dreams of the butterfly (of which) to the organizer, so I declare my dissolution.

On the hunting injunction, I said, "Huh?" There will also be protests, but that is truly forbidden.

Hunting - It's really forbidden to look after customers here.

You can't imitate the beast unleashing where you are enjoying the rush of men and women in a healthy way.

The butler who came to get us looks strange, but if you let the ladies of the Walnut Dream (of ours) like it unrestricted, this venue would really be a hunting ground.

If that means no business, I won't say nothing, but if we are looking for customers in a space where everyone is happy, nothing will happen.

I may have dreams of walnuts, but I can't smash old Garzam's face.

Unlike the ladies who travel to the thought of eating good food, etc., Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura seem to be following me.

Needless to say, my younger brother Tizi.

Well, I thought so.

"It's an honor to have you here."

The giant tent (pavilion) that was passed through had a three-tiered interior.

The first layer is a free space, a place like a so-called club, where both men and women seem to dance, dictate and be dictated.

The second layer is a place to enjoy meals and liquor, and the two or a group of people who have agreed on one level seem to be making a joyful noise.

We're the only third tier that's been passed, or maybe it's the space that we've been taught for this meeting.

There awaited the master of the Guild Sellis Island branch, a fat adventurer, and a young clerk who was entrusted by His Majesty the King with the Governor-General of Sellis Island.

The guild master here seems to be the pattern in which sponsors wanted honor, title.

I'd rather talk to a practitioner about this kind of thing, but is it fair to say that those who want honor and title want to come forward in this hand seat?

I don't hate this noisy air, but I remember the smell of incense being burned.

I'm not willing to stick my mouth in someone else's banquet seat, but I don't really like this kind of thing with the (...) banquet (...) seat (...) of Pu (...).

"I'm sorry for the effort. The dreams of the butterflies (papilio somnium) stood out at the grand event earlier. The boulders are from Wang Duichi, the world's best whorehouse."

Words are polite, but the Alliance Master opens his mouth not even trying to hide the air making fun of something called a "whorehouse".

Those eyes are directed at the three people standing behind me, and they are a reasonably easy gaze.

I'm not angry either because this is the usual thing to do in my first meeting.

I don't know if a beautiful woman would be sick of being exposed to these kinds of eyes at 46: 00.

Well, I guess it's not about complaining about your work pattern.

... If I hadn't cheated too, my gaze would be drawn to me by instinct, so I wouldn't have said anything great about this.

"Thank you for the compliment"

I'm sure I've been praised, so I'll just say thank you.

Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura are just like me and used to dealing with this kind of thing, so I smile and show them flashly, but my brother, Lord Tizi, is angry.

Don't reverse the hair.

The air of being "insulted" just close to the wild seems to be sensitive.

If you're angry, you can't do a whorehouse, brother Di Zi.

"But amateur women are good too, right? The women in this venue now have no aristocrats on boulders, but they are all children of wealthy houses. Why don't you play if you like? Isn't it good to talk about a woman once in a while just because of her charm as a man?

Is it usual to say extra things when this one lowers its rhetoric?

Well, I don't know what you're going to want to say to me walking around with a beautiful woman.

It's harder than you think to be the manager of a whorehouse.

Like the delusion of this sugar candy head (Her Royal Highness Princess Silveria), you can envy me every night if you're in the liquor pond flesh grove.

I think that's a tough one.

For now, I'm not asking you to abuse your authority, but to dictate to one of the women with your strength.

But do I look so abusive? From the side, do I always look like I'm walking with three 'five flower petals' on my hands, and I don't have a choice?

These guys are just sticking around on their own, which is going to add more enemies, and I'm going to give up because you won't even believe me in the first place.

"I'm scared when I get angry, so I'll keep you away from the danger. I don't mean to distract you, but I don't have a hobby of stepping through the mines I see."

It's not worth it or tech, but to be honest, I'd like to try it once or so.

Even if I did, I don't do it because I see the results and I know I just don't need to be scolded.

I will therefore politely decline.

"Landmines?"

"No, it's bullshit"

I inadvertently put out words that wouldn't be this way.

It would be around a buried fire if there was one, but is it likely that it is a word that you do not know unless it belongs to the military?

More than that...

"But just one word. As long as it's light alcohol, it's still a charm to be my man. If you ask me to dictate in (...), the incense and medicine of this hand are incomplete."

That way it activates my unique magic without any action.

Now the incense and medicine in your hand (...), filled with this great tent (pavilion), should have lost any effect.

I can't get rid of incense or the medicine itself, so I erase its effects from all the humans who smoked it.

You'll keep turning it off for about two whole days, so this won't be a problem.

From the people downstairs who suddenly became vegan, the blurring comes through.

I'm sorry for those of you who were just delightfully drinking.

Whether you're serious about dictating women, buying them for money, or fooling them as a result of a rush, that's fine if we like each other.

I'm not going to be as uncharacteristic as sticking my mouth in there.

But pay the right price.

Whether it's gold or sincere self, it doesn't matter if it's a false risk.

- Don't plunder it.

"Ko, this is..."

You seem to have noticed that I did something, even if I can't sense the magic activation, and the Alliance Master is upset.

Fine, so I was wondering if you could get down to business, and the Governor opened his mouth, who seemed to keep quiet and intrigued the whole time.

"Well, of course you came all the way here for a reason, not just for the grand party... I need a favor"

"I hope you can respond with my authority."

That would be so.

You shouldn't do anything as rigid as inviting all the luxury whores (Kurtizanne) of the Walnut Dream (of ours) even though you don't have a (...) wish (...).

He's a royal family.

Is it just that His Majesty the King has entrusted this important place to talk about it as if nothing had happened?

"We want you to be the pillar of the Great Attack that our Alliance of Adventurers is about to launch."

Is it natural that it has something to do with the 'grand meeting' earlier?

It was thought to be the lowest level of the Great Labyrinth on Selis Island (here), the (...) destination (...) of which was discovered.

More vicious demons (monsters) and traps (traps) than ever thought of as the lowest level, and that's why a vast amount of new heaven and earth opened up in front of us in return.

A creature called 'Adventurer' thinks more of a return than a risk in doing so.

Aside from the wealth gained, it's the sex of the adventurer who tries to trample you to the bottom if the first steps are discovered.

Earlier in the spectacle and the doings, mainly young adventurers were enthusiastic about the guild and the incitement of the funders of this offense.

The hand-worked people didn't seem to take it easy on the boulders.

Garzam, old man was a bitter laugh.

As a master of the Wang du Glen Kaina branch, I guess I can't even give you water.

The sophisticated adventurers know better.

The difficulty of a labyrinth attack without an ancestor and without even a map.

But well, I don't hate that.

Along the lines of discipline (rules) I once admired the way I lived in pursuit of honor and wealth, knowing the dangers (risks) to pay.

Hopefully my swallowing buddies Trio, Zagacliffe, Kasimrada and Livis won't be able to do anything nasty, because they're in good shape. Hey, those guys.

Just because you stand neatly, the original person (...) may reach the realm (...) of (...) none (...) reason (...).

Well, please - being a pillar of support definitely means I want my unique magic to be used by adventurers who would be exhausted with deep offense.

"I'm afraid I refuse"

I'm not going to go out with that.

As adventurers, some guys may only be able to protect what's important if they can't make money.

Like the ladies of the Walnut Dream, some of them may be giving up on all sorts of other things and challenging the labyrinth to be ready to die.

But I'm not that versatile, I'm the best person in the city at night just to turn around my dreams of butterflies (of which) and my partner stores (cat kissing).

Embracing something you can't hold with both hands doesn't do a lot of things.

Because I can empathize, it's the pinnacle of stupidity that really neglects what's important to me, putting my hands on what's extra in my hands because what I'm saying is right.

That's why I choose.

Whether that's arrogance or cruelty, I always choose my loved ones so that I can't go wrong.

Still, as much as I regret it more, reality is tough on him.

"Hey, why? Even though we are the manager of one of the best whorehouses in the world, our conditions are better…"

"I put down the terms and conditions, but I like this job (manager). Do you need another reason?"

I'm sure the terms are good.

I don't know how to double my current salary. 'Cause maybe I'll just go right through.

But I know best that I can stand "backwards" not money or status. That's not what I remember back then. I don't hold it very much.

In the first place, I never thought about moving out of the owner's shop.

"He said it was more important to take care of whores who sell their bodies for money than to even the adventurers who contribute to the development of the world -"

"I'll decide what's important"

You shut up already, Lord Alliance Master.

My ladies, who you despise that way, sell their bodies for the money they need to protect them because there's nothing that money can't replace.

I know very well that you take care of the adventurers.

But don't compare your importance to someone else's.

"Can't we just ask for help?"

The Governor tells me to put in a follow up again.

"It looks like the owner (owner) of the Walnut Dream (of which) intends to register her as an adventurer and help her with the offense. If she's going to come and go to the labyrinth with the dreams of a butterfly, we can do what we can."

I guess that's what the owner (owner) thinks.

He sent my brother, Lord Tizi, for that, too.

Owner (Owner) - If the present "Adventurer Guild" challenges you to go ahead to the bottom level where your master was finding you, there will be a lot of damage.

Because you know that, it should be an abdominal accumulation to send your younger brother, Lord Tizi, and let him combine it with the ancient 'God Killer' to explore it.

Exactly. The Alliance will be careful with its first exploration (First Attack) at a handcrafted party.

With that combination, we can work it out as long as it's about the labyrinth on Celis Island.

Even if we got to the bottom of the real level, we wouldn't have a problem with our younger brother, Lord Tizi.

"This is such a little girl..."

"Thank you"

The Alliance Master, who thinks that what is visible and his values are everything, is about to say something, but the Governor blocks it on the way.

It would mean that at the moment it would be enough to take this many words from me.

There's a lot of noise going on out there when you're thinking you've caught something nasty.

If you go outside and ask what happened, they say the great magic that was being done as a spectacle went wild.

I didn't know it happened several times a year, but it doesn't have to be today on purpose.

It's the same as' fireworks' if a major accident occurs rarely but doesn't happen.

It's called a Celis flower.

"Can I eat?

My brother, Lord Di Zi, says strange things as he pulls my sleeve in front of a grand magic rampage that's going to be catastrophic.

"My favorite. Magic, Magic."

When I looked down with the question mark in my head, I was told with a rarely floating smile on my face.

No, that "yummy looking" feeling, it meant the way it was, not a metaphor or something?

What's that?

If there were such a warcraft, wouldn't it be like 'Killing the Wizard'?

"So how did you lose to the owner?"

Even though it has the power of being out of digit, the owner (owner) - the master is also categorized as a 'wizard'.

How did he beat the Warcraft (Lynn), who could eat magic and magic as "favorites"?

Well, it's everything. It's about him.

"Something magical. The one that moves the cum against me, made me pound..."

Uh...

You can do that, too, owner.

It seems to have stimulated the trauma of the main body, and both the phantoms are puffy.

Hey, what the hell are you three up to?

Did you guys get knocked down with that too?

- I'm sad.

In the meantime, the Great Magic Run ended without any casualties with the delicious taste of my younger brother, Lord Tizi.

I guess this spreads with rumors in no time, like a beautiful girl adventurer with no bitterness over the multiple grand magic that runs wild...

Well, it really works as an adventurer, so should I?

I hear my younger brother Tizi, who stunned everyone on the spot, is still in a bad mood next to me.

Rarely does the phantom have a fluffy look on his face, complaining to Lunamaria, Miss Listier and Miss Laura that Lynn said was "my sister".

"Why didn't the sisters get angry? I will."

I guess you're talking about the conversation I just had.

If you try to be my younger brother, Lord Dizi, I and three of you, Miss Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, will also feel ridiculed by the dreams of a butterfly (of which) that is full of people who will be nice to you.

That's not a mistake.

Is it not a dissatisfaction or a wonder that the "sisters" aren't supposed to be angry enough to wrap their tails around me as well as myself, regardless?

"Hmm? The manager was angry with me instead."

"Is it gratifying that someone is angry with me instead?"

"If you want me to talk to the manager..."

To the answers of Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, my younger brother, Lord Tizi, has both his body and his phantom tilted his neck.

Don't you understand that kind of timing is not known to your younger brother, Tizi?

On the contrary, I'm afraid the three of you are in a strange mood, but that's the thing.

The reason I'm not really mad is because I know that if they're dreaming of butterflies, they'll laugh off to that extent.

It is in your job to be scorned, insulted, and disliked as impure.

I'll do as much as I can elbow in, because I think I can.

The three of you who start to snort rather than snort, etc., are left alone.

Don't tell suspicious stories in front of little Lynn.

But the owner - the part where the master sealed it, people started to get it.

I don't know what that guy's purpose is, but I hope it's funny.

Even when the sun goes down, it will only be in a time when the lights will be on the dreams of the butterflies.

Let's just enjoy the occasion and get back to our dream of a butterfly.

We're all totally free tonight, so don't relax and swallow.