Riot Grasper

- Light Day in the second week of May. Clear.

The time is before sundown.

Having arrived safely in the city of Melbail, we bid farewell to Mr. Bato and were formally promoted at the guild.

As a result, all three passed.

The request for escort itself was not a problem for Mr. Bato to include, and "if you complain about the power now, all adventurers below rank B will be demoted to rank E," Mr. Bace had leaked.

"- So much for the bazellard I did."

"... sorry"

That's why right now, in front of me is a tough dwarf with a mustache - also Mr. Jig.

After looking at the shattered body from the roots, I received such a word.

It is gable.

"So, what are you gonna do with me?

"Um... take this..."

Horrible, put down the black horn of the removed blood-oga.

"If you could make a new sword with this, I'd be glad to."

"Made to order to bring ingredients? Running adventurers say business, don't they? The other day when you gave me the baselard, didn't you say something like you've never used a weapon in your life? You lied to me, huh?

"That... yes, once promoted to Rank D..."

"Ah?"

Let me buy you a sword for sale. I'm sorry for being so busy.

"But... this is a real blood-aug horn. Moreover, the material changes strangely. I'm sure it's true that you've been dealing with Brad Auga."

"... Yes"

"Then let me see your hands."

was grabbed by the marks and arms and watched the palms for a while.

When I thought I was finally released, the next thing I knew, I threw the right sword at the store over here.

Because of the unacceptable atmosphere of disobedience, I gesture heavily.

It was a possible move for me now, and I swung it to my full strength.

"... Hmmm... well, fine"

"Oh, is that okay?

"Don't get me wrong! I'm still a chick. I said I'd make you a sword in the future. Don't get on with it!

"Oh, thank you"

In my head I said, 'Or don't be canny, right? We're still in the future, so you can't get on with it. Deloitte the words that have been converted as ' by slapping your head on the table.

"... what are you doing. So... what kind of sword do you want me to make?

"Black and hard sword, please!

"What...?

"Black, hard, well-dressed sword, please!

"That's not it. Yikes! The material will already be black and hard! More like this... there would be a one-handed sword, a two-handed sword, a single-blade, a double-blade, a length of a body."

Calming down your expensive feelings, understanding what you were running through and stuffing and suffering in your head for a few seconds.

"Shh, excuse me. Well, I usually plan to handle it with one hand, but it would be appreciated if it could also be used for both hands. The blade should be... single blade. Please... be the right length for my height."

Because I wondered if it would help me if I were to fight humans in the future.

After completing the whole order, and after Mr. Zig had finished measuring my body dimensions, etc., I remembered forgetting the most important story.

"Um, Mr. Zig... how much does it cost..."

"Oh, no, you haven't talked about it yet... I'll ask you the other way around. You, how much are you gonna pay me?

It's against the rule to return a question with a question, sir!

If you give a weird answer here, it could be a nashi or something to make after all.

What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?

Yeah! I don't have time to get lost. I don't care!

Dunn! and it was my purse bag itself that I put on the table.

I mean...

"- With all my property, please. Still, it may not be enough at all..."

It may not actually be enough. There's a little bit of 3000 dallas in there.

No matter how much material you bring in, there are many items in Zig's store that cost far more than that.

Also, debt...

Mr. Zig walks up to me with such an answer.

"For a long time. Well, you bought me a pair of arms high..."

Even though he hadn't even looked at the amount of money in his wallet yet, Mr. Zig laughed contentedly with those words.

After receiving the money from the purse bag, Mr. Zig plays a piece of gold coin over here and gives it to him.

"- Um, what's this...?

"It's a celebration from Washi. Take it... you got promoted to Rank D -, didn't you?

Yes, it made me cry ~.

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- Return to the full-bodied Oyaji pavilion in a half-baked state and sit in a chair in the dining room on the ground floor.

By the way, I'm showing my face to Mr. Dario and the others just now.

Because I was a day behind schedule to go home, I was over-conscious and over-conscious in my behavior that I was worried about - a joke, because I thought we'd all have a small celebration here in the dining room.

The three members were promoted, including me, but when I told him that, Mr. Dario was strained to put more on his arm.

Pretty exciting.

"Is that just Mr. Arnold? And the rim?"

"Oh, I'm a little out of my seat. They'll be here any minute, so let's start first."

"Ah, yes."

After a while, Mr. Dario and Mr. Frois brought us one dish after another.

The meals that Mr. Dario has made so far have all been wonderful delicacies.

But the items that will be lined up for dinner tonight are so extravagant that I'm sorry about the rim, but I'm not going to be able to stop the chopsticks.

Fully open your swordsmanship skills and stick the knife in your hand into the meat. After a big bite cut, he immediately turned his mind to the next dish.

Shake off the fork into a salad dish full of cheese and vegetables and covered with flaked bread to enjoy the fragrant smell and texture by further frying there in oil.

"Kuha! Delicious. Oyaji, booze is a substitute."

As me and Mr. Arnold continued their rampant eating, they also served desserts together like they had seen as sweeteners.

I remember... isn't this the fruit pie from that time?

The dessert immediately discards the notion that after a meal, etc., and throws it into your mouth.

...... hmm? It doesn't taste... nothing.

But... what's the matter?

Does that mean that Mr. Dario also has a failure?

"What do you say?

Mr. Dario asked for his thoughts along with a laugh, so I gave him an honest opinion without hiding it.

"No, something... you mean not the usual Mr. Dario's... well, sometimes you fail"

In that reaction, Mr. Dario gave a slightly bewildered look.

No way, was it the owner of the vitreous heart? Well, thank you very soon.

When Mr. Dario shifted his body... he was there - at the rim.

I try to shake my body a little for some reason, and I stand.

"Ooh. Rim, where were you? Why don't you sit down and eat with me?"

"It... I made it..."

"... huh?

Excuse me. I don't know what you're talking about.

"Its fruit pie. Because it was delicious... Dario taught me and I made it."

What... Totally.

The look on Rim's face as he's leaning over, you can't peep from here.

Wait, wait, wait. What did I just say!?

Dario asked me for my thoughts... so I'm sure...

- Failure is for everyone, right? Tehepero

Uhhhhh!!

"No, no! Or that's what Dario said because he thought it was a mon made, so you have the rating that if you eat it normally, it's delicious..."

I excuse myself as I panicked.

I heard something cathartic, so I turned my gaze to you... and Mr. Arnold, who was supposed to be sitting face to face, was standing up with his sword in one hand.

"Sage... get on the table. If there's a moon, I can show you what I mean."

"Hey do it! No, no, no. Do it! If Mr. Arnold knew, tell me as much as Rim worked so hard to build something. Dodgy or something. Nashi!

The dining room is surrounded by hustle and bustle, and in a state of one-touch immediacy - I see you in the sound of the door opening.

"Oh, come and tell me just the words of celebration… it's a lot of noise again"

"Congratulations to Sage and all of you on your promotion"

To Mr. Bace...... even Mr. Siena!?

"It was just time for a change, so let me drop by..."

"No, thank you. Please both sit down. Mr. Dario, I'll take care of today's payment. Please add extra dishes."

Grab Rim's arm, still standing, and force him to sit down.

"Look, he also told me to eat as many rims as I want. It's okay... I'm sure Rim will be able to cook amazing food"

I have cooking skills, so that's not a lie.

"... yeah"

"Please have a seat, Mr. Arnold. I know you're already pretty drunk, but you can drink more and more alcohol."

Apparently the place is settling down and I finally take a breather and look around.

Hmm...... amazing really.

- But, well, everyone really took care of me.

Mr and Mrs Dario, it goes without saying, to the two guild clerks, the beast parent and son, Mr Bato, who is not here, or Mr Zig, who would be making a sword for me...

I've only had a short time in this world... but I guess the reason I'm feeling this way is because these people were around me.

Yeah. Not bad.

It's not bad - neither is this world.

I think about that when I watch everyone make a scene.

Happy hours lasted until late at night, packing the food into my stomach.