Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Looks like you're not ready to leave yet when you get to the Adventurer Alliance because you came out early.

Eleanor, who was just as ready as I was, welcomed me with brand new gear. Dressed in silver gear, Eleanor is a beauty that stands out from other adventurers. Yeah, you're gonna look so blurry with my gear and my cheeky face. I guess I'll get a new one when I get some material sometime. There's nothing I can do about my face!

Whoa, I was giving up a face I couldn't even change, and I was sticking with Mr. Eleanor, and he stared at me too much, apparently, if he was giving up his energy to watch. He's blushing and poking at me. Because it's a level of squatting if you're a regular adventurer after all. I'm used to getting hit a lot too. Glad to do it. Sad to do it.

"Sounds like you still have time. Looks like we're not ready yet."

"Yeah, but the mercenary units are already waiting outside the city. I think you're the only ones to be escorted."

Duke's Lady...... I've met one of them once, but I wonder what the other one looks like.

"Me and Mr. Eleanor, how many more do you have besides a mercenary unit?

"The total number..."

There are two Duke's Ladies (one for the treatment of adventurers) and one lady attached to you, four female knights of Kingsguard and two of us. There are a total of 32 mercenary units, Mahal Marine. There is only one inner woman. Everyone else is a tough bunch of guys. It's painful. I can't be a mercenary.

"Excuse me, may I speak with Lord Eleanor? I am Rovell, the Kingsguard knight who is in charge on this road.

A piercing female knight talks from behind us talking. Turn around and three women in similar gear were holding back behind the person.

"Yes, I'll see you first. I'm back on active duty for a long time, but let me be careful not to pull my leg."

"Ha ha, the strength of the princess of war is so much that there is nothing unknown among us female knights. I'd like to ask you to do something for me during this mission."

"I don't mind if I have some time. And this is our adventurer, Nobsada."

Oh, would you pull me out, Mr. Eleanor, which was no longer turned into air? Um, I'd dare say it was through, but it's important to say hi.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Knobsada, a class D adventurer."

What a subtle look on the face if you bow your head, Mr. Tortoise Rovere, a female knight.

"No, excuse me. I don't think the warcraft and rumored adventurers are this small, no, young. As with Temro-sama, he's a disciple of the Battle Fist, so I'm sure his strength is origami, thank you very much."

"Yeah, I'll try not to embarrass my master"

I'm telling you. I'm telling you. Because it doesn't make sense to say it again. Muggle, you can't talk about height. I've been measuring it almost every day since then, but it hasn't grown. Gne, when is the third growth?

I just got a look at their level from an identification teacher. It's about 16-18 Knights of Kingsguard, the top position of the knight. Only Mr Rovell is a little expensive at 23. By the way, he's 32, he's actually good at knitting. He had some skills.

A few carriages arrived at the end of the administrative process, ahead of the Adventurer's Guild. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I almost burst into tea. Though not included.

He did follow me as an adventurer, but I didn't think he was going to show up. Shania Azbel, second daughter of the Duke (real name: Caska Tycoon).

"Hey, long time no see, Mr. Knobsada. He seems to be selling his name for a long time, and his nose is high as a believer in the same level."

Yeah, I don't think the blood is connected, but this tension is the same nori as that duke. Looking sideways, Mr. Rovell was only sighing for a moment. It is presumably screwed that she was forced to be the one. You don't have your skills, do you? Let me touch you when I get a chance.

Two shadows that come out of the luxurious carriage that Miss Shania has been your man, kicking open doors. One is a ladylike figure dressed in elegant clothing that doesn't feel extra flashy and the other looks like a samurai-style outfit. He looks... You really like this clan of nori, dude.

"I'll see you first. My name is Battle Fist Matuda and I am No.10 Apprentice Knobsada. I will do everything in my power to escort you to this extra role."

That's what I said as I drooled my head, to a samurai-style woman. I do feel more like a Duke's Lady than a lady, but you can't fool an identification teacher in his work. Like this, by the way.

Name: Etoile Azbel Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Pu

Class: Wind Mage Lv22 Beast Users Lv12 Condition: Sick

Title: [Too bad, miss]

[Skills]

Wind Magic Lv3 Magic Knowledge Lv4 Pharmacy Lv3 Courtesy Life Magic

Hmm, you got a second class?

Nevertheless the title......

Are you participating because you are ill? This is a case to watch out for.

The samurai-style woman, no, Miss Etoile and Miss Shania, Mr. Rovell and the female knight behind me seemed surprised by my actions like that. But Miss Etoile will soon come back to life and tighten her lips.

"Kuru, it's a corner disguise, but it's lit up! Even though Shania pushed my heartbeat that I'm sure this would surprise me!!

"I'm surprised, too, sister. I didn't expect it to be so light. Nobsada, did you know your sister?

"No, it's my first meeting. But what can I say? It looks a lot like the Duke around the eye area, so I noticed. And the Duke himself told me that he was using the lotion that we sell, so we decided it was because of the moisture in his skin."

Yeah, besides the identification teacher, that's all I had a hint about. The samurai-style is obviously more moist than the lady-style woman. You can't take this off as a seller. I can be a little happy that Mr. Rovell's eyes on me are giving me the feeling of just a little review. You want to get along anyway.

"Hmm, so you're not naming Dada. I just dropped the boulder Eleanor."

Oh, do you know Mr. Eleanor? Doesn't it surprise you that the Duke and his master seem to hang out long and knowledgeable?

"Oh, I heard that, too. I didn't expect you to marry five people together. Well, I'm sorry I can't officially say that, but how's it going around there?

Miss Shania visits so with a teasing voice. That sounds really interesting.

"All are not meant to come with fruit. Though it's still a ground stiffener. Because this is how I am being asked to rank up."

"Speaking of which, you were still D-ranked. I totally forgot, though, that I was beating Avesan at the festival."

Ha, don't dig back because you want to forget. The polarity in front of the citizens of Gramada is quite traumatic, isn't it?

"Uh, Master Shania. Is it time? We're waiting for mercenary units outside, and we need to hurry up and make the final move on the guild."

"Oh, you're sorry, Rovere. Then I'll go through the process in a minute, Knobsada, so you guys just make sure you leave right away."

"Yes, I accept"

Miss Shania and Mr. Rovell took them together to enter the Adventurer's Guild. A samurai accompanied by an appointment with the Duke's eldest daughter left on the spot, and me and Mr. Eleanor.

"Speaking of which, you haven't introduced yourself yet. I am Etoile Azbel, the son of the Duke of Azbel. And even more so now, Eleanor. Happy wedding. Ugh, I didn't think you'd get ahead of me. I just thought you weren't interested in men."

"Dear Eto. Even I had a desire to marry in the crowd. Nobsada didn't seem that way until I met her."

"Ma! I'm in love. You're in love! I also feel envious that I will be tied to my favorite lords because I will take someone else's son-in-law. I'll hear more about it from you tonight. Are you ready, Eleanor?

Miss Etoile laughing joyfully as she hoisted her garlic and little mouth. Fluffiness and wind shake my hair. Kind of a habitual feeling but glossy blonde. I'm interested in what kind of treatment you're treating. I feel a little hung-eyed and carefree, but I don't feel intimidated from that look of laughing in a pleasantly shattered manner. Don't get the impression that it would be easier to hang out if we were talking. Chest armor may be a bit of a shame and a good battle with Mr. Eleanor. Cuddly hips and long legs don't fit into leg fetishes.

"By the way, have you always dressed like that? Should I rather treat you as a duke's warrant?

Ah! And now I realize, Miss Etoile. Something like the title is not Dada?

"That's right. You will treat my samurai, Etruscan, as a courtier on the road. When you call me, please say hello."

That's what we're both gonna call it, isn't it?

He said he'd like it, okay? When we call the shadowy samurai, let's say lady, when we call Miss Etoile, let's say Master Eto.