Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

"Hey, Hermes, are you getting married?

"Hmm?

Relaxing at Ortier's, she asked me, knee-pillow, like a mosquito I remembered.

I get up, I turn to Ortier, I listen.

"What is it?"

"Once again..."

Ortier held her mouth down and pushed it with her elbow.

"It's a rumor. There's been a good feeling lately. It was nasty at first, but Hermes took it seriously, manly, and when he proposed, he took it."

"Oops."

Rumors... Rumors...

Or there's too much mixing.

If I pull it out one by one, it might not even be true, but I might have to try it out, and it's not...

"You look so complicated, Hermes."

"That's right. It feels like they've heard some highly twisted rumors."

"Really?

"Really?"

"So you're also talking about the kid becoming Hermes' real wife?

"My real wife."

I'm a little rusty.

"Oh, my God."

"'Cause you're my first wife, and that doesn't mean my real wife"

"Nobles don't have to be."

"Really?

"Oh."

I nodded deeply.

"Instead, nobles sometimes leave their rightful wives' seats open for political marriage. The first person I ever loved to get married, I dare you to use it as a sideroom."

"Well, there's a lot of nobility. You're different from normal people."

"That's a whore, too. Even you often think differently than normal people."

"Haha, speaking of which, yes"

Ortier laughed.

A bright, dark smile.

That's Ortier's greatest attraction, and that's why she's so popular.

"Well, then, that's fine. Hermes, let me know when you're married."

"Why again?"

"Well, we need to get a good idea of your wife. It's common for people with real wives to get angry and yell at you when you're in this kind of business."

"Oh, you said that before."

"There is... no, I guess there is"

I questioned it for a moment, but was immediately convinced.

Women often hear stories about jealous creatures -

"Cheating" is where that jealousy is directed.

And the standards men and women think of as "cheating" are completely different.

The biggest difference is the "whore" right in front of you.

When you're a whore, the majority of men don't think it's cheating.

All the more so if that is nobility.

In some cases it may be a duty or a job for a nobleman to deal with a whore.

But most women don't seem to think so.

In that sense, it may be necessary at work for a whore to figure out the existence of a real wife.

When that happened, I was actually wondering what I was going to do.

"By the way, what would you do if I told you?

"We'll look into everything, first. Like hobbies."

"Hobbies?"

"Damn. If we can find out about that and get along, we should get along. After... information-sharing?

"Information-sharing?

I snapped my neck.

I could still imagine the hobbyist, but I can't imagine sharing information at all.

"Mm-hmm. Customer, I mean, your husband. Share his information with your wife. Actually, I liked this, or something. I'm delighted when I do this, or something."

"Oh my goodness again."

"Aftercare. If you put too much in a whore, it will ruin, and if you don't come as a customer at all, I'll have trouble. That's why I take care of it."

……

"It's like a delicious kiosk telling your wife the recipe so she can make it at home"

"Oh, well, I don't know, I guess"

I nodded.

I've heard it as a kiosk story, but I didn't imagine a whore doing it thinking about it.

"That's deep."

"It's deep."

I'm convinced you're listening to a lot of Ortier.

She talks about the way high-end whores do things in peacetime.

If it's inexpensive or during the war, it usually just goes with the processing.

It was kind of interesting to change depending on the times and circumstances.

"I'm not gonna do this right. Because they're gonna yell at me. Eat a couple fights."

"Oh well. You're amazing. Think about it."

"That's not true. But thank you, Hermes."

"No."

"I'll thank you! Can I get you a drink or something?

"Oh, yeah"

I laughed and nodded.

Though it's a treat, in the end, customers give money - what a senseless story.

You just have to take it honestly here and be exhausted.

That's how we enjoy it here.

I thought about the food and the booze that was brought to me, and I let Ortier eat it.

It's about Sophia.

I've been out of my hands here lately, and I've been cracking it down quite a bit.

Still, when Erica or Kaori?

Angry, emotions can boil momentarily.

That's what gets directed at Ortier - yeah, that's a lot of potential.

Then you should get rid of it.

If so - bad, I'm losing my mind.

In a drunken mood, I decided to ask Ortier.

Sharing information, was it?

"Hey Ortier, what do you think I'd be happy to give a girl?

"Gift? Gift?"

"Oh."

"Right, now I'm thinking Tatroka or Hot"

"Just now?

What the hell is that?

You've never even heard of it.

"Don't you understand? You've never even heard the word" tattooed "?

"Huh... there might be something over there"

My body fluttered and came as a blur.

I think I've heard it somewhere, but I can't remember much.

"Tatroka is an egg of a bucket spider, but it has a mochi texture and is beautiful in seven colors. Put it in a clear glass and pour drinks into it. It's tattooed to drink it."

"I see..."

"I think I'd be most happy to have that now. But bucket spiders that give birth to tatrokas only nest on cliffs, so I don't have to take them."

"Okay. That's a cliff."

I got up.

And then he jumped out the window and jumped high in the sky with flying magic.

"Gamble, Hermes"

When I left, I heard Ortier inspiring me.

I flew straight to Mount Kellins. When it comes to cliffs, it's because I remember this place first.

Look down from above the sky.

I found a cliffy spot and went down.

Then, between the cliff and the cliff - where it was a canyon, I found a spider with a nest on it.

The spider is about the size of a human, and the spider's nest is about the thickness of a rope.

On the nest was a glittering, seven-colored jewel.

Each grain is about the size of a pearl.

I see. This is it.

I approached and tried to get an egg - a tatroka.

Then a spider approached me and spit venom out of my mouth.

There was also a huge amount of venom, enough to wear all over my body.

"Grandma."

I breathed and blew away the venom.

The spider jumped even more.

Open your mouth wide open, I'm soul-bold to bite.

I beat it up.

The spider pushes through the nest and falls under the cliff.

"So Grandpa - Hick"

I blew up the spider, retrieved the Tatroka, and flew back to Pindos.

Me back at the mansion.

From above the sky, follow the signs.

Sophia was... there.

Were you at the Mansion today?

I turned to the sign of Sophia I felt.

Sophia walked down the hallway of the mansion, and I snapped a window into it and hit it in front of Sophia.

"Oh, hey, what - what hermes?

"Sophia."

"What's the matter all of a sudden? - Are you saying?

"This, do it"

That's what I said, and I gave Sophia the tatroka I had taken.

"Is this... Tatroka?

"Oh."

"Maybe... this, Hermes?

"Oh."

"- Thanks! I'm so happy!

Sophia was delighted as much as she wanted.

Yeah, yeah, if you're happy for me, fine.

"I knew it, Hermes, I love it!

Right or love it?

... Love it?

Is that a bad idea?

... No, come on.

They say they like it, and it's not a bad thing.

That's what I thought, through.

but the next day.

Cold from drunkenness, I realized that I was getting deeper and deeper - rather, I burst into the hole myself, and I held my head.