Riot Grasper

"-... Wow"

I chewed up a big stretch that would make me laugh if someone else saw me, and I looked around as I rubbed my lid.

Instead of a warm bed, there is still a feeling of being paralyzed all over the body because he slept on a hard plate, but light flexion movement causes blood to pass through to the details of the body.

Now, this room with all sorts of things scattered all over the floor is not a flavorful Pompong Ko Pavilion room.

"You're hungry..."

What's more, I wasn't even satisfied with my meal last night.

"Mm... nya..."

The reason for this is an old man lying on the floor next to me and resting on a piece of cloth - Grandpa Wom.

In the end, I couldn't refuse Grandpa Wom's plea, and on the condition that he never abused it, and kept it for personal use only, I became the feather to be attached to a magic training close to all night.

After I grabbed the trick of Optical Camouflage (Lighthide), Grandpa Wom improved incredibly fast, and I spent a few days mastering the magic that cemented my image overnight, is it the difference in experience?

Grandpa Wom, who had become brilliantly transparent, fell to the floor and fell asleep due to fatigue caused by the use of magic.

Attribute magic elevates the image to a phenomenon by converting atmospheric mana, but it is not without strain on the body of the transducer.

Doesn't look like there's any research going on in the main business, but was this good to fulfill?

Nevertheless...... is Grandpa Wom used to sleeping in the lab or does he really have a restful sleeping face?

I don't think this room, where things are scattered and it's hard to find a place to sleep, is a very comfortable environment.

"Phew... illi... yicha..."

Sleeping words…?

You really don't brace. This guy.

- I don't have a hobby of watching the old man's sleeping face forever, so I went back to the inn and tried to reach for the door of the room while trying to fill my stomach... I looked back at Grandpa Wom.

"... blush blush. I almost forgot."

He walks over to the sleeping old man, trying to explore and touching his body.

If they witness this crime scene, they're going to mistake me, but I don't even have a hobby for stroking the old man.

I'm just trying to get a reward that was a condition of this exchange.

Magic Tool Bag - A must-have to pack more stuff than it looks like.

There is no happier item for an adventurer who can fill his hand with material stripped from demons.

I'd love to try and see what the limit is, but I'm scared in case it breaks, so I'll go after it.

"... There it is. But..."

I discovered a tool bag clenched under the robe, but there is no sign of ever loosening it even when trying to open the palm.

Conversely, I skilfully clasped my arm trying to hold this hand back, and I moved the weight on my leg smoothly to distance myself from Grandpa Wom.

"Ugh..."

I want you not to fall asleep.

... I'm not Mr. Illy. Not at all.

Let's just say the toolbag will be behind us because once again we won't have the courage to approach Grandpa Wom.

That's what I thought. I put a rolling blanket on Mr. Sleeping Warm and left the magic lab behind.

- Forgetting Luke, who was connected outside the institute, and leaving me alone, I managed to return to Taste Man Pong Ko Pavilion via the Adventurer's Guild, rocked by the back of a grumpy rider.

On the way, it must be a mild joke Luke has been staring at my body saying I'm hungry, but I want to feed him something fast.

... I hope you don't look at this one with eyes like you look at meat.

The reason I stopped by the guild was to receive request achievement reports and rewards, and to sell the skins of Geegvolg I encountered in the woods.

The reward for the request is 5000 dalas... The amount of skin sold is also 5000 dalas - a total of 10,000 dalas.

I mean - one gold coin can be considered yesterday's money.

I'm starting to make money, too.

I don't even feel the need to new my gear for a while, so I want to save for when I have to.

Combining the rewards of Marita's escort request... does it feel like the balance is a little over 100,000 dalas?

This inn costs 600 dalas, so it's enough to live without anything for about six months.

"- Oh, he didn't come back yesterday, so I was worried. Were you okay?

Upon entering the inn, the smiling billboard girl as usual - Stella asked worryingly.

Guess he thought he'd be back because he's paying for the lodging in advance for a few days.

It is a common perception that death is more familiar to the adventurer next door to danger.

I'm honestly glad you're worried.

But the adventurer does not fear the death that is close to him, but walks close to him.

Huh... man is hard.

"No, I'm not coming back to the city last night, but I have some business to attend to."

"Oh, really? Looks like you're tired of something... but what the hell...?

As Stella tilts her neck, her light peach hair flutters and shakes.

Another voice echoed from the kitchen as she looked at me with a look of doubt.

"Hey, Stella. Don't pry too deeply into what your customers do. Mr. Sage has such a fine horseman. There's nothing dangerous about a good adventurer walking through the city late at night. And..."

Try to block Mr. Uran's words, and Mr. Stella leaves one step ahead.

"Well, it's not a good idea to ask a customer... but Mr. Sage is still young... in the unlikely event of a dangerous incident..."

Now, on the contrary, Mr Uranium makes Mr Stella stop his remarks.

"You know, you saw the lodging records properly? Mr. Sage is already eighteen years old. What I'm trying to say is... Mr. Sage is also a man, so... maybe considering the possibility that he's going to one of those arrows at night..."

Uh... hey, wait.

I don't know what that means.

What did I do?

Ms. Stella revealed her surprise at my age, but she is a billboard daughter there.

Though I immediately returned to smile... it seemed to take a few seconds to understand what Mr. Uranium meant by his words.

He slowly dyes his cheeks peachy and eventually tries to hide his cheeks that turned brighter than the color of his hair, lowering his head deep to me.

"Shh, excuse me. My thoughtless, rude question."

…………

No, I'm not!

That's more of an overthought!!

I was wondering what Mr. Uranium would say too......

What I was visiting last night was the Magic Institute, and it's never such a nice shop.

Because I was dealing with him. I'm far from a beautiful sister.

- It's just Grandpa.

Super Sage Time is about the same.

If you spend the night with a grandfather like that, you'll be worried about how tired you are.

Well...... Yili was so beautiful that she lacked the word beautiful sister.

"Different. You mean the extension of the request last night... it's like after-sales service and I've never been to a place like that!?

Stella once again apologizes to me for hurrying up and making her voice slightly absurd.

"Excuse me. If I..."

"And for now, I was wondering if you'd be happy to prepare breakfast because I'm hungry. And can I ask the horseman for something to eat, too?

"Ah, yes. You'll have it ready in a minute. Uranium, please - wait a minute."

Stella, who rushed to the kitchen, stuffed her smile to Mr. Uranium with a frozen look in the way it was.

"- You mean to get to thinking like that earlier... that uranium has been to those stores?

"Buh... don't be silly. I can't possibly afford to cook my morning and evening meals every day. They take a lot of time to plant, and they go fishing for a little free time. I can't go if I want to. That's how you know it."

... Mr. Uranium, I don't think I needed one last word.

"... hey, you want to go? Well, you might be surprised when such a strong customer arrives. Why don't you go give it a try?

Only with a smile, Mr. Stella cuts back.

"It's you... customers will often invite you out for drinks. Why don't you go give it a try? It's fine to have a good love, but aren't you going to call out a bunch of people because you always answer uncharacteristically?

- Oh, the air's starting to tingle. This.

Already, let me dare say it.

Just stick around.

If you keep telling me, I'm very hungry.

Hurry up and let me eat.

Right now.

"- You little shit! What are you talking about?! If you don't want to be free tomorrow, your working hours will be good."

It was Ms Magdalena, the general of Taste Mang Pong Ko Pavilion, who spoke for my heart.

When the general, who came downstairs, had a drink in the voice of the season, the two moved out agile to get back to work instantly.

- I safely put it on breakfast and went back to my room with a feeling of fullness, taking my sword and armor off and taking a breath.

"Phew... I haven't slept much in the end... I guess I'll sleep again"

Because I continued to train until the sky was white, I wasn't tired enough to sleep on the floor for a bit.

Is it past noon for Grandpa Wom to wake up anyway...... maybe in the evening.

Let's go get the toolbag after we wake up.

As he sank his body into a beautifully bed-made bed, a unique calming scent called the smell of the day stimulated his nasal cavity, which brought in the sleeper.

- The time to wake up is before the evening.

You were more tired than you think yourself, or you seemed to have fallen into a pretty deep sleep.

With all this time, Grandpa Wom would be resurrected.

I finished dressing in the first place and headed to the Royal Magic Institute with Luke, who was in a better mood.

No stops at the Adventurer Guild today because I'm just not willing to take the request.

Upon arrival, when I got off Luke, I was told by an oblate wrapped squeak to the effect that 'next time I leave you alone, I'll let you go home'.

The will contained in the short and cute squeal may be frivolous and serious.

When I set foot in the building to do my errands briefly, I walked down the crossing facing the courtyard to Grandpa Wom's lab.

Along the way I stopped with the person walking from across the street in my eyes.

If you were Grandpa Wom, you'd transition to a full dash without stopping here, but Raw Hate and I can't be that loyal to instinct.

"... you've seen him again. Did you like it here?

"No, I'm just here on a little errand today. Is that... research cooperation again?

I greet Mr. Ilyi, the elf beauty in front of me, and I ask him back.

"Right. No… today's is a little different though"

Illy with a bad tooth tone somewhere, but an elf is a species that you rarely even see in the city.

Not to mention...

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Name: Ilye Floth

Race: Elves

Age: 24

Occupation: Court Mage

SPECIAL: Spirit Ring (Spirit Link)

Skills

- Spirit Magic Lv2 (38/50)

- Archery LV2 (18/50)

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- Mr. Illy is an elf who can handle spiritual magic. I also feel that you will be asked to cooperate in research because of your valuable human resources.

Hmmm... I squeezed my courage and peeked into Mr. Illy's status... but I found something rare.

"Spirit Circle (Spirit Link)" - The higher the number of spirits in service, the greater the ability of the Spirit.

It's not a skill, but it looks like you have an attractive special.

Combined with elf-specific spiritual magic, it feels effective…?

"I find it kind of odd gaze...... Mr. Sage, I don't think it's a good idea to stare around too much to lick a woman"

Huh!?

"Hey, what are you talking about!? Oh, I'm out of line."

"I hope so. It's strange... for some reason I remember the illusion that Mr. Sage peeked into the back of my body"

Stupid...... I just concentrated my consciousness on Mr. Illy's face for a moment.

This guy, you're too sharp.

"And by the way, Mr. Irie can use spiritual magic, right? I wish you could show me what it's like... I can't believe it"

It is only now that we have been able to confirm the fact that she possesses Spirit Magic Skills, but it is also clear from yesterday's conversation with Mr. Iri and Grandpa Wom that she can manipulate the Spirit.

Nothing. It shouldn't be unnatural for me to make these statements.

"If you're interested, can I see it? However... don't be too irritating. Now it's a little... because we're all excited"

Quick to say, Illy moves her mouth slightly...... whine something small.

As soon as - I wondered if the flashing dazzling light illuminated the area, this time slowly began to shrink so that the light converged, finally becoming a glowing bulbous mass.

The chunk moves around in small pieces as it is willing, and in the middle of the sphere you can see something like an expression.

"This is... the Spirit..."

"Yeah, this is the Spirit of Light - it's Luce. I've made a pact with various other spirits, but it's dangerous to let them all out at once, so now I'm just gonna leave this kid alone."

"... contract?

"That said, I have no problem with perceptions that promise to get along with the Spirit and help him"

I see.

Spirit magic literally seems to call the Spirit to help. How does it feel to be able to get along with higher spirits if your skill LV rises?

Even the same Spirit of Light would like to see you if you have a presence somewhere like the Great Spirit.

I tried to focus my consciousness on Luce reflexively, but I didn't see the status. Maybe it doesn't fit into the classification of life form or item.

"It's a little different in color from the attribute magic that embodies my image, but it's a very comforting ally. Some aspects are whimsical, but they can sense danger and tell us..."

Illy, who for some reason clouded her face slightly, whispers the name of the Spirit once again.

The Spirit, known as Luce, dwindled his spherical body and, at the end of the day, lost its original form and dissolved in the air.

"Um... what's wrong?

"No, I was just... reflecting that I might have overdone it."

What do you mean... what does that mean?

"- Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Sage said you had business. It's time for me to excuse myself."

"Thank you. It was the first time I had ever seen a spirit, so I was a little moved."

Illy, smiling back at my sentiments, slowly disappeared straight across the hallway.

Hmm.

Spirit magic......?

It sounds funny, but I can't handle it because I'm a human.

Now we should give priority to tool bags over that.

When it gets too late, there may be a future ahead of us, like the string that connects the horseman is left outside with the potpounds.

Then I have to go apologize to my parents.

... I don't know, where's my parents?

I came all the way to Grandpa Wom's lab, knocking on the door and then pushing open.

- As always, things are scattered indoors, but is it because you feel like you have no heart or are even more distracted?

"... Sayboy, huh"

When the shadow that was squatting on the edge of the room rises loosely, I can tell it's Grandpa Wom.

By the way, Sayboy and I do overnight training, which is my nickname that comes from a bizarre friendship.

But what's the matter?

My body is shaking. Did you force it and catch a cold?

"Um, I promised you a toolbag..."

"That's right. Sure... as promised, I'll give this to Sayboy."

Grandpa Wom put his hand in the robe and took out a magic tool bag that was rat-colored.

Just one more time when accepting it… it seems persistent but cautions you.

"Really, don't just abuse me."

If this isn't protected, I'm also thinking of activating a bandit's divine moves to steal light magic skills from this man.

"... of course, bye"

Unlike yesterday, Grandpa Wom, who answered that, had eyes frightened by wonder and something.

- After running errands like this, I said goodbye to Grandpa Wom and headed home from the Royal Institute of Magic.

Time for the surroundings to stain the sun.

At the edge of the sight, the street lights that host fantastic light move as much as they illuminate the area.

Staring at the warm light made my chest kind of cum.

... what would everyone be up to by now?

- Has Rim arrived safely at the Suaven Empire...

I looked up into the sky and thought of that as I rode Luke swimming in the direct waterway to Taste Man Pong Ko Pavilion.