Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

The clergyman just hooked a cape to his usual clothes. That's exactly what it feels like to have rushed with a bare knife.

"Cleric!

"Ah, Mr. Zillow! Everybody! Good... you're safe."

Safe and safe.

When I ran out of breath, we were all laughing and drinking.

Cleric collapses on the spot.

I'm sure Deanna got a correspondence from you called "seriously bad" and you flew in on a horse or by some magical means.

And yet, this is the one.

No, well, you're safe, so there's nothing wrong with that.

"Fair enough, Cleric. Have a drink."

"Huh...? Yes. I'll have it."

The clergyman looks like a chick, but his real age is alley, and he'll be okay drinking.

You were thirsty, or you poured a raw beer all at once.

Whoa, that's an ikel mouth.

"Pu Ha. Thank you, Mr. Zillow. Nevertheless... Deanna, your story meant that something human Tsuzuki came up... You mean I knocked him out......? Already done with it all...?

"Yes. In Ments here. We had some luck."

I had quite a bit of luck.

No, can you even say I don't have any luck at the time that that one sprang up?

I mean, you're the lucky one in misfortune.

The cleric groans, "Wow... wow..." and looks around the room.

Everyone is drinking (looks like) a cute cleric to their dishes.

The cleric's gaze hardens in one way.

"- Huh!? Demons!

"... hmm?

Noticed Mr. Shamash, the clergyman set himself up as a bah.

Oh...... I wonder if there is still a mysterious conflict with the elves.

That Mr. Shamash is bonking me by scratching the corner... You seem to be drinking quite a bit, and are you the type to get hello when you get drunk?

"How could the Demons? And... that one... jailprints...?

Next to Mr. Shamash, Mr. Aeon exposed the imprint at all costs. Indeed, at first glance, it could be described as a rather intense combination.

I guess I'll just have to explain this.

The clergyman will have to wear Mr. Aeon's imprint.

Should I just keep a secret about who Mr. Aeon is? There's still a chance that the nomination will be arranged.

The cleric may keep it a secret if you tell him you want it to, but that being said, he's a public official. I guess it feels like I'm being hired by the state, and there's no chance I'm going to get ticked.

No... if I say that, is it possible that there's already a secret touch out of the country like "Princess Lucrion might come to pick up the jail stamp, so report it then"?

Elves are the only ones who can wear jailprints...

"What's up? Mr. Zillow?"

Cleric tilts her little neck.

My cheeks are a little red. Outreach, maybe he's vulnerable to alcohol.

Hmm.

But, well, they've already seen Mr. Ion. Do I have to believe it when this happens?

In the first place, you may be obliged to report the imprint to the top. It's better if we talk properly. Mental hygiene is fine.

... No, in the first place. Don't you need to explain it here and now?

"Cleric. I'd like to keep a little more details to myself... have you decided on an inn tonight?

"Yes, no?

"So tonight...... can I have a word? There's something else important to talk about."

I lurked my voice.

You can have it done there, too. Inn is a private room. I'm taking it in the big room, and if it's anything, I can take another room.

I don't suppose the cleric is going home to Eliche any time soon either.

It's this way, too.

"Uh... that's a little..."

Grab a glass with both hands, mind the flickering and Deanna, at the top of your head.

"... I'm glad to hear how Mr. Zillow feels, Deanna, but without your forgiveness, I..."

Oh, my God.

"Hey, Deanna. I'll have the clergyman come to the inn for a little while tonight, but that's good."

"Uh, yes. I don't mind."

"Yeah, okay"

All right. I want to talk to you about Mr. Shamash and Mr. Aeon in a little quiet place for all of us.

I don't know why the cleric is surprised... I guess it's because Deanna has a narrow image.

"As such, Cleric. Can I have a word?

"Huh?... Yeah, yes. Sure."

"How long can a cleric magically treat an injury?

"That depends... on the extent... with spiritual stones, most things can be treated..."

Do you just need a spiritual stone? But that's about as expected.

"Has anyone been hurt?

"Yep. Injury..."

Tilting the glass quietly with the little one, look at Marco's sister.

Sister that she has bad legs. You think the injury caused by the collapse some years ago made one foot less profitable?

Spirit stones are miracle stones.

With one thing, I can do quite a lot of things.

Make it possible to even rejuvenate. Even Olica's eyesight was healed. It would be about before breakfast to treat a leg that stopped moving a bit.

I'm not a particularly sweet person, but I know him, so I can't help it anymore.

I can afford the means to do something about it, but I don't have the spirituality to decide not to see it. For better or worse.

"I want you to heal that kid's legs. There are spiritual stones."

"Okay."

The cleric nods one thing and sits next to Marco's sister.

Exchange words, words, and palpate legs with the person.

I see the clergyman is also a doctor in this world. Although I specialize in expensive medicine.

"Mr. Zillow. This would be fine. You can treat it right away."

I shoved my chest down at the words.

If you can't fix it with anticipation, it's a joy.

Pass one spiritual stone to the cleric.

Marco looks at it with a boisterous face. Oh, this guy doesn't understand the situation.

My sister, too, drinks at my pace with little regard because she's drunk.

Well, I guess so.

Suddenly, there's no way they can treat me using spiritual stones without touching it. Drunk head, what are you doing? It may be to the extent that I think.

Well, I'm not going to thank you weirdly, and I don't mind.

A cleric singles a spiritual stone in one hand, and celebrates.

Moment after moment, a dazzling glow flashed. It's a spiritual magic glow.

For a moment, the room I was bothering to get quiet. but the drunkards didn't care much about the details, and soon the original hustle and bustle returned.

Mr. Ion opens his eyes to see if it's unusual for me to have used the Spirit Stone without hesitation.

"Doh... what do you say? Success?"

Ask Yuzu and the cleric. I'm not sure about the magic success decision.

"Yes, of course it's a success."

"Whoa."

Marco and his sister, still with a pocan face.

Well, look, I'm not sure what you're doing.

I guess I should explain.

"Marco."

"Uh, yeah? What did you do? Now."

"You've never seen it? Spirit Magic"

You can't possibly have seen it.

There's a temple co-located in the guild, and they do some Mithril refining, and if the injured get out, that elf over there will heal.

"Well... I do... But, huh? Is it spiritual magic now? To my sister, what...?

Chimpy Marco. That's a bad guess.

I wonder if I should have properly proclaimed it before healing my sister's legs. No, I don't know about that. It's a pain in the ass if they say no.

"Anyway, your sister's legs should have healed. Thank you, Cleric."

"Yeah, Mr. Zillow. You're the one who put the stone out..."

"It's just a stone without magic."

More Pocan Marco.

Maybe I'm drunk and I don't know what it is anymore. Should I not have done it in the booze seat? No, it's a booze seat, okay?

"Sister. Legs, they must be healing. Move it."

"... Huh? Really? Speaking of which, uh... why? But yeah. Something, maybe my legs are a little hot from earlier...?

As I say, I sit in the chair and try to move the legs that were making me bluff.

"Is that it? Ah... it moves. Move!"

With the look of surprise, my sister moves her legs harder with gangsters than I could have imagined.

Plus just stand up and say, "It's healed! It's healed!" And wouldn't you start walking around the heel of it.

And even piompion and skip.

I see, magic. Literally.

I busted all the last things like what my muscle strength was and what my nerves were like.

It's healed (...), so it's already healed (...).

Wow.

Marco watches his sister like that with her mouth open.

I wondered what kind of voice I would hang on to my sister, and I blew the bubble and flipped it just like that.

"Oh, come on!

"Uh-oh... my sister is walking... walking around..."

"No, this."

Even though I drank too much and was about to sink, did my sister walk around and punk?

The healing of her legs was on the way, but Marco and I had to talk about the metal. Ma, can we do that tomorrow?

Because the Dwarves drank so much, the liquor ran out early, and a while later, the drinking party opened.

Time is just after 8: 00 at night.

I drank too much.

But we still have important stories to talk about.

I took Deanna from Wobbami and Rebecca, who was still full of energy, Rebecca with me, Etowa, who threw up and looked pale in the face, only silaf at all, Aeon, Jitli Dark, Shamash, who has been niggling for a long time, and even more clerics back to the inn.

Ask them to add only one bed to the room. Though there was simply only one thing left to go in.

Well, it wouldn't matter if you packed them in line and slept. I could rent another room.

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Get out of the bath and all sit back in bed.

Everyone looks asleep. I worked out quite a bit today, and I did some booze.

"Again, everyone got annoyed today. So... uh, first... what shall we talk about?"

We have a lot to talk about.

About Mr. Shamash, about Mr. Aeon, about the future. More about myself than anything else.

"Besides, Mr. Zillow... can I help you?

Cleric raises her hand.

When I nodded, I stood in front of Mr. Rebecca.

"Rebecca. Hands."

"Oh, clergyman, what?

Mr. Rebecca gets his hands on the cleric as he tilts his little neck.

He held Mr. Rebecca's hand with both hands, and let down his expression so that the flowers could open.

"Congratulations, Rebecca. I feel the budding of a new talent."

"What... is that...?

"Yes. It's a class change. I don't know what kind of vocation you're going to be awarded, but they say a class change is bound to be a more rare one. What do we do? Do it now? Give it to me?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mr. Rebecca's a class change, too! No, it's a class up!

Sure, Mr. Rebecca, he was knocking down quite a few monsters, and even Argus was stabbing Todome.

Even if it isn't, I guess there's something like experience with mercenary regiments.

When it does, what will it be?

Class change and clerics say, but it would be a substantial class up. Because if I say this all up, it will be the same as saying officially that there is "up" and "down" in the vocation.

So it shouldn't actually mean that it becomes a completely unrelated vocation.

Then either Mr. Rebecca's "knight" or "scoundrel", or both, become advanced......?

No, not really... up the knight, "Holy Knight (Paladin)"?

See Mr. Rebecca's sword standing on the wall.

Holy Sword Ascaron.

Likely...... I feel like

"Before you do that... may I have a moment"

"Yes. Oh, Mr. Zillow changed his class, didn't he? Congratulations. What kind of vocation... this was a violation of manners."

"No, I'll talk to you later about my vocation. Than that...... Rebecca's class change, what happens if she becomes the 'Holy Knight (Paladin)'?

"... ah"

That's right.

This is something you should talk about first.

A woman's "knight" cannot work as a knight in this country.

Except for the Sacred Knight. The Holy Knight can be hired in the country by even women. Besides, it's quite generous.

The Holy Knight is a fairly rare vocation, and only a few are born each year in the country, all of which will basically work in the country.

Apparently cases like Isaac, who led the mercenary regiment, are pretty rare.

Not only Mr. Rebecca, but all the women in the knighthood have felt sorry for themselves. Even though there is a knight's vocation, he is considered incompetent.

But if you become a holy knight, all of that flips 180 degrees. You get wealth and fame.

I don't want Mr. Rebecca, who has become a saint knight, to be tied to a knight at the end of the day like this, and I want him to shine in a more glorious place.

Mr. Rebecca is sweet, so I'm sure he'll say he'll stay with the Knights.

But you can't do that.

So...

"Cleric. Wouldn't most people actually be holy knights when a knight's vocational person changes class?

"Yeah, yeah. Few have led to a class change, but as I said, many have been given the vocation of the Holy Knight"

"Huh? That's true, Cleric."

"It's true, Rebecca. You have a good chance of giving the Holy Knight his vocation."

Again?

Hmm.

"Mr. Rebecca. If the Holy Knight were given his vocation..."

I don't get the word ahead of me.

Maybe Mr. Rebecca would be hurt if I said this.

But I have to tell you.

"Zillow, I don't work in the country."

I was shot down before I said it. It's a good guess.

"But... even Mr. Rebecca has felt sorry for himself in his knighthood, hasn't he? That, if you become a saint knight, it's hardly beneficial to turn it all upside down, even if you're in a Knights at the end of a place like ours... I don't even get paid...... No, I think I'm going to get paid anyway."

'Cause you will.

Because we're friends, it's a lifetime problem.

It's like pulling a big rigger on a grass baseball team and letting it rot.

But Mr. Rebecca shrugged his shoulder, for Christ's sake.

"You're an idiot, Zillow. Well, it would be awesome to be a holy knight. You can have a private room in the castle, go to war hardly, and be close to the royal family because you are a Kingsguard knight. You'll be able to belong to a top group in the country, too.... but you heard about Princess Lucrion, didn't you? Even if it's not, it's about Isaac. It's not like I'm a Kingsguard in a place like that."

Right... that's what happened too.

No matter how high the treatment, for Mr. Rebecca, it's the very enemy that I was thinking about. There's no way I can work in a place like that.

"Sorry, it was shallow"

"That's okay. You thought I was tied up in a squad and misjudged my choices, didn't you?... because Zillow is sweet"

It's embarrassing to be seen through.

But you're right.

Even if not in this country, there will be hands on working in other countries. A holy knight would be a lot of deductions.

But maybe Mr. Rebecca doesn't even think about just going abroad. It's more like it came down and sprung up. Maybe when I calm down again, I'll have another option. Now all you have to do is show me that I don't have to stick to the Knights.

"Well, anyway, let's have a class change then. It's possible he's not a holy knight."

"Ugh, yeah. Are you... a cleric?

The cleric has a difficult face and looks more at Mr. Flirting and Mr. Aeon.

And

"... Princess Lucrion? Really?

I squealed so small.

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"I mean, did the clergyman know Princess Lucrion?

Ask in a hurry. It could be a yab snake.

"No...... I've just seen it in the long run. But I heard you ran off."

"Well, that's something that gets longer when you talk... Before I do, I want you to swear to me, I need to talk to you about this. I might be saying something fucked up."

Leaning on the cleric.

Come to think of it, the cleric has a spiritual communication.

Even while I'm doing this, I'm like, "Breaking news! Breaking news! Princess Lucrion found! It's possible that the waves will fly."

Well, if you actually did that, Deanna or Mr. Shamash would notice, but I don't even think you could jam it.

"Oh, um... Mr. Zillow. Okay, so just calm down a little and explain it from the beginning."

"Okay."

Explain to the cleric about Mr. Aeon and Mr. Shamash.

No lies can be exchanged, stay straight. Now, I can't even mislead you.

Besides, we're going to live in Eliche, and we're going to need the clergy's help.

I asked Mr. Aeon for an explanation. You should speak from the person.

The cleric was surprised and tearful at the story spinning from Mr. Aeon's mouth.

At least you seem to be being sympathetic.

"I see... I see what's going on. Because Rebecca and Sherrow told me about Scarlet Wedge, the scarlet wedge.... Besides, today I am not here as a cleric, but as one elf. It's okay... I'll keep everything we've talked about here to myself."

The cleric laughed nicely when she said so.

But the secret story is still coming. Let's have a spiritual covenant so we don't talk about it when it's all over. Not that I don't believe in clerics, but if there was betrayal, it would be too critical for anyone.

"So, what do you do? Jailprints... are you going to scratch them?

"Right.... No, can I ask you to change Mr. Rebecca's class first"

I don't care from either side.

Class change seems easier. That's enough for Deanna.

A cleric holds Mr. Rebecca's hand.

Along with the usual dazzling light, the class change was completely complete.

"... How's it going? Rebecca."

"Looking forward to it. I guess I'm a saint knight."

"Tycho, which is awesome. Can Marina change her class someday, too?

"... are you going to be a saint knight?

We're all excited by expectations.

Mr. Rebecca, silently puts out the genius board (though I don't see it).

And quietly confirm your own vocation.

Rebecca's eyes to be opened.

"Duh... how was it...? No, if it's hard to say, you don't have to..."

"Uh, yeah. It's not like that, haha...... I've lost my knight's vocation and I'm changing my class."

"Yes."

"Dragon Knight."

Seriously.