My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

Early morning.

Sleeping a little bit because I slept slower than usual, but Nero woke me up and woke me up as usual.

Play a little in bed and the day begins today.

Actually, I've noticed since I started drinking, I'm weak for alcohol, but I seem to be strong for alcohol.

I think I drank a little too much, but I never stayed the next day. Hangover is also inexperienced - because it crumbles before you get hung over, which is probably just the story.

It may come any time you experience it, but it is something you don't really want to experience when you recall the faces dying of hangovers of all sorts of people. Beware of deep drinks.

Do your morning routine, turn off Nero, and then leave the house.

Slightly cloudy.

I am concerned about the sky pattern, but as always today, it is hunting in the woods.

We went to the dim early morning, still sparsely populated, greeted the face-to-face gatekeeper and left the King's Capital.

- Oh, yeah.

"Weather, will it last until noon?

Looking back and asking, the gatekeeper's old man stared at the sky and roared "hmm".

This guy has the stunt that he somehow figured out the weather shifts thanks to standing here every day and somewhat watching the sky.

With an unexpectedly high median rate, I'd love to hear your opinion during these suspicious weather conditions.

"Hmmm...... I might be down by noon. I think it would be easier to cut it up early and come back. Oh, don't complain even if it's off."

I see. Same opinion as me.

Then let's get back to it early today.

Run to the south forest, which is a hunting ground, and quickly finish off four Oro Tsubaki.

Train with your cat today while you drain blood.

- If demons like Nero existed in the wild, who could deal with them?

I lose so magnificently that I don't even see that possibility, I cut it up a little early.

Nero, isn't that too awesome?

I wonder if Weiss can handle it... I kind of feel like he's making more amazing moves than those mansion servants.

I recently used sand not as sand, but just as a tool to make noise… I feel threatened there that it is becoming a thing that draws a line from the demons of the good, approximate neighborhood.

at the same time.

What is this feeling that makes me even want to brag to someone that my cat is amazing smart and cute?

I want to talk about cats.

If I bragged to the cat lovers of the Great Empire, would you listen? Will you fight me?

All right, let's just go home and brag to Cellier, who knows Nero exists. There's no one else to talk to.

"- Mm-hmm. Ayle, your cat story is good because it's a long story."

Return to the king's capital before it rains, deliver your prey to the hunting guild and return to your home.

When I told Celier to "listen" to me standing in the kitchen again today, she immediately said no. He didn't listen to me at all.

... I miss you. Cat lovers in the Great Empire would have listened.

Perhaps you should also consider moving to the Great Empire as soon as this happens. There's also a dream cat mansion over there...

It may not be on my face, but I've sinked quite a bit. And eat the lunch that Celier prepared for me while I was depressed.

"So, what are your plans for today?

But the poor have no time to be depressed. Let's just change our minds.

"I'm just thinking about stopping by the Leavent house for a little while, okay?

I finished four oranges today.

Delivery of fixed-term contracts ranged from one to three each day, and today I paid three. And I only brought one back. This is a souvenir to the Leavent family.

"Oh, speaking of which, you talked about going home today or not going home,"

"Haven't you heard the details?

"Not at all. I don't know much about him, because his trends are the work behind him (...)."

Well, it's forbidden to share information about the work behind it.

"Are you Mr. Daska and Mr. Ami again?

"Yeah."

I honestly appreciate having a goal.

I'm not Joseph, but I spend my days caricaturally just to live, because I think that's boring too.

The goal now is to thoroughly steal technology from those two.

And it's about winning the battle with Nero.

- I don't think there's a demon there as strong as Nero right now, but in case you run into a demon stronger than Nero, you'll definitely die. You have to work out when you can.

"... I guess I should really train once in a while too"

"You didn't do it?

"You're feeling a little rusty. It's all about magic now."

Expertise? That wouldn't be bad. That's why I'm doing it because I need to be a hunter, too.

"Do you want to do it with me sometimes?

"No, because it will be a foot clump. I don't think I can follow Mr. Daska, Mr. Ami, or you now, Ayle."

There's no shortage of training to maintain the technology once and for all. That's what Celier tightened up the words.

- The conversation also finishes lunch there, leaving the house today with Celier and Nero.

The aim is the Leavent family.

I haven't even forgotten the hand-sourced Oro Chicken.

On the road, light rain came out of a dubious cloudy sky, so I hurried to my feet.

- When Rolobel gets back, we need to figure out how to shake him.

"Do you want to live? Here."

The words of the old deacon Daska of the Leavent family are much appreciated, but I politely decline.

Regular attendance also seems to be a stakeholder, but I can only make the excuse of working with a "regular delivery hunter".

But staying or living is not a good idea.

Then it is a complete associate. Completely "I have an assassin relationship with you," and those who understand it will understand.

... Well, I may not be persuasive to be well played (...) sweaty and worn out today. Because there is no reason to come to the noble mansion and be worn out.

That's the difference between real and mine.

I wonder if it's just right to bracket "the same associate".

Nevertheless, assassins of this age group are strong after all. He has mastered seven secrets, and is highly proficient in all of them.

I've managed to fix all seven secrets too... but I haven't even gotten to my feet yet in my practice.

"If we do it for another six months, it's suspicious if we can win, too. Hey, Mr. Ami?

"Right. Because we don't have the youth at heart."

…………

An old gentleman who hasn't scratched a single sweat, Daska, and an old woman's servant, Ami, are saying something unconvincing to me, both physically and mentally worn out.

Six months?

And where did you get out of that?

I don't feel like catching up at all in about six months.

Looking back, I think about a year after returning to Nastiara, the king's capital, I was happy.

I work hard every day hunting, making tools and sometimes training, and sometimes a little something happens within my tolerance.

That could be the help of an Adventurer Guild, or a nomination request for a particular prey.

Will going out for a drink with someone I know include that?

- Think about it.

Think about it, maybe I was thinking somewhere.

I was just wondering if it was about getting ready for the "big thing" that would come any time soon, even though the purpose was uncertain.

It's not about insurance in the event of a sudden accident or anything.

It's not like a strong demon showed up, or a thief targeted my home village.

If you say so, yes...

As an assassin, the time will come to need this arm - maybe that's what I thought.

No matter how much you try to deny your way of life as an assassin, but deep down in your heart, there comes a time when you will need those skills that you have acquired...

I don't think I could wipe that hunch.

So even when I heard that story, I was not too surprised......

No, well, I guess I was surprised. Normally.