Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

Jakari... Jakari...

I have a child who sits on a chair and devours a tart that has been turned into an eagle. I put cream and eating on my mouth and continue to chew even.

But that's just the way it looks.

She is one of the nine sisters who will unite this labyrinth city.

A witch over one hundred and eighty years old - Morgan. It was that person.

Jakari......

Morgan keeps chewing with a rugged look, not to his appearance.

I am not dissatisfied with the taste of tart. It was deliberately made by a handsome confectioner who called in from the West. It is made with plenty of rare bloodsuckle (dark bradbury) that can only be collected in the dungeon, a delicacy whose habitual acidity enhances the sweetness of the cream and the dough.

There is nothing wrong with that.

She is now in a state of distress. No, she's not the only one. It's not an exaggeration to say that the labyrinth city itself is being pushed into a crisis situation.

deterioration of the urban economy. That's already aggravated until it resonates loudly with the budget for urban operations.

Needless to say, the cause is The Hundred Nights.

Due to the phenomenon of undead monsters with no dead left, the dungeons are overflowing and distant, tightening up the city's economy.

It will also be a matter of time before urban functions decline.

In that case, we will have to turn to the help of troubled people, starting with the 'Chamber of Commerce'. That's synonymous with giving a pretext for being interfered with in urban operations. In the worst case scenario, there may also be a risk of developing to the point of being deprived of real rights.

Of course, Morgan didn't take any action either. He has sent three crusades to the dungeons so far through the 'Union (Alliance)'.

But they all ended up failing. All those who were brilliant warriors became undead monsters in return.

Jakari......

The next failure will not be tolerated. That is why careful and careful preparation is required.

And there are four most important issues for this.

First of all, the help of the 'monastery'.

The power of the monks is essential to purify the undead monsters in the dungeon, stop the dead companions from becoming enemies, and prevent secondary damage.

Of course, the "Temple" has already promised to get the support of one hundred and fifty people. They have a fourteen-year-old loan. Above all, in a position with the mission of 'saving a wandering soul', we cannot leave them alone with impure people that can overflow the dungeons.

Jakari......

Next, the elite who make up the crusade. At least two hundred people will be needed.

I believe that there is no problem in recruiting personnel in 'unions' for this. The searchers who are hungry for work are so rotten. As long as you give them enough reward and equipment, they'll listen to you.

However, in order to reach the fourteenth basement, where the Expeditionary Force is located, it may be necessary to train on the ground, as it is limited to those with two or more 'titles of trespass'.

Jakari......

The problem is the third.

Equipment needed to send out the crusaders - holy weapons. Getting this was the biggest problem.

"... Miss Morgan"

Igor, the old butler who held back behind him, frowns and gives the usual advice.

"What?"

"Overdose of sugar is poisonous to the body," he said.

"You're not old enough to be a lady, are you?

Of all the things that most call Morgan "the Hall Master" or "Odai," he's the only one who still treats the lady. It was both delightful and frustrating.

"He's also old enough to be a snack."

"Oh, terrible."

"Considering the health of the Lord to serve, I would like to refrain from doing so."

Morgan reaches out to the tistand, staring at Igor as he deliberately swells his cheeks. Then when he grabbed the tart, he carried it to his mouth, hitting it to show off to Igor, chewed it thoroughly, then swallowed it, then said.

"Yes, no, so, su"

……

Knock.

Igor exaggerates and sighs, then gives permission to "come in". And after some attention to familiarity with the servant who came in in in such a way as frightening, I receive the letter for each silver basin.

Igor is a man of good sense of the Morgan family who is harsh on both his master and his servant. Without him, this mansion would be in a few days, and Morgan is half serious about it.

Igor puts on his presbyopia and opens one of several letters with his hands wearing white gloves and raises his face through those eyes.

"Looks like it's from the 'Chamber of Commerce'"

"You're saying it lowers the value of holy weapons, aren't you?

"We're saying it's going to be lower than the amount we offered last time"

"Of course I'm not going to buy it for half the price."

As last time, the letter would have hit all nine sisters.

However, there is already a convergence of views among the sisters on this matter. I don't even have to make contact.

As Igor picks another letter, he replies, "It seems that the three women (Mazooes) have responded that way."

The 'Chamber of Commerce' is submissive and the only thing friendly is the appearance.

I know they're bellies they're not going to cooperate from the edge. Even the shortage of holy weapons in the first place was caused by the "Chamber of Commerce" using the stores under its umbrella and making purchases.

This is where I slapped a big one, and not all the stuff I get is a substitute for use, and less than half of the number this one wants in the first place.

They never want the crusaders to succeed.

Dominating and managing the dungeon, a gold mine vein for them, is the most important objective. That's why I keep harassing you, and I'm asking you for an opportunity to lose your hands and your legs.

But I didn't mean to be deprived of my reins in peace.

Of course, it's not like Morgan doesn't have a hand either.

We are in the process of procuring holy weapons under the water.

However, a number of vendors not under the umbrella of the "Chamber of Commerce" they had arranged had all been taken into account and obstructed by them.

The only merchant I could count on was Morgan and a merchant with a personal friendship. Only she promised me that she would deliver more than she had ordered, earlier than due.

That's why Morgan is now going through a frustrating day of waiting only for that report.

Igor, you're boring me.

……

"Don't you have any interesting news?

"I don't know if it's funny, but I have a report from the union."

Igor takes up another letter and heals the position of the presbyopia before telling him.

"Apparently, Seeker's" Footsteps of Death "revealed who he is. He revealed his appearance and identity at a tavern called the" Turquoise Dragon Looking Up at the Sun "Pavilion."

"Oh, did you bulge that kid?

"The Footsteps of Death" is one of the key people who used to wear a secret detective. She is the sister near the Duke of Morau who caused that 'Expeditionary Force Case'. She used to go in and out of the dungeon dressed as a seeker to find her brother...

"Why again?

"Looks like you're looking for company."

"Stupid kid, you just buy unnecessary grudges for doing that."

Many resent the participants in the "Expedition" that began the "Hundred Nights". She herself could well be the subject of resentment without direct involvement.

"No, that seems to be generally well received"

"Heh."

"Her track record as a seeker and the beauty of clearing up her brother's carelessness must have been good"

"Looks like the Seeker is just as good an idiot as ever."

"Like that."

But it may not be a bad trend.

When recruiting a crusader, I want her hired by the mascot.

Now is not the time. If you make it too prominent, it'll be a hassle later. I also have the face of "The Temple". Most importantly, if she takes the tone and embarks on a crusade of "One Hundred Nights" on her own, this plan will also collapse.

I may be worried, but I think I need to keep my hands on it.

"So did you have company?

"Looks like not yet"

"Then what about adding to Deneb and Deborah's party?

"Well, let's give the ladies some advice."

Knock.

A servant brings another new letter.

Apparently, there's a lot of news today.

But it won't be a big deal anyway.

"... ha"

Morgan sighs and wipes and licks the cream of tart around his mouth with his fingers.

I had already flattened two halls because of the often harsh. I don't have enough to eat by this afternoon as it is. But in my previous experience, eating more than three holes a day makes me ban snacks because they say, 'I'm physically handicapped'.

"Lady" Igor humbly offers me a letter with both hands. "It looks like Lord Eine Kleine of The Age of the Good Old Mages is returning."

"Shit," Morrigan kicks his chair up unexpectedly. "Give it to me," he says, pulling it out of Igor's hand.

She was Morgan's own. That was good news I've been waiting for.

Apparently, he fulfilled his promise to procure the large quantities of holy weapons he had requested without the Chamber of Commerce noticing.

The letter was a report from my subordinate, but I didn't have to look through it to confirm the matter. Because there was enough running and writing in dirty handwriting. "The bump was ready. I'll be right home '. This is probably her handwriting.

"What kind of magic did you use to buy all that stuff?

"I didn't buy it."

The door of the room opened vigorously with the voice, and a person who was not a servant stepped in slightly.

He wraps a tightly banded cloth around his head and wears a loose coat (gown) like the desert people do. She's a familiar brown-skinned woman.

She was the old friend - Eine Kleine.