Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

A room in the Dragon's Nest Pavilion.

The eyelids of his heir (Tsugutsu) opened snugly as he was invited by the distant bell sound.

The successor, blurred and looking at the ceiling with an uncertain consciousness, as consciousness gradually awakened, yesterday's events came to mind.

Last night I was the heir ready for Nojuku, but thanks to three pieces of silver coins the girl gave me, my possession exceeded five hundred larks. Using the money, he was able to rent a single room in the Dragon's Nest Pavilion, so he could sleep safely on a soft bed.

Eventually his successor, who woke up completely, realized the feeling of something fluffy hitting him around his cheeks on the fence.

I looked at what it was - it was the girl's hair. Fluffy white curly hair is tickling her heir's cheek. I felt that hair, as if it were wool, was even more fluffy than it was when I stroked it in the dungeon without a heart or yesterday. No, that's good. That's not where my heir was concerned.

The girl was naked.

Why was the girl blushing asleep, clinging to her heir?

"- What?"

The heir's short question mark only returned a supi, and a swallowing sleep.

Indeed, it is remembered that the girl who discovered the bath in the room sparkled her eyes and said, "I want to take a bath". I also remember telling her to eat dinner before giving the girl dried meat. I remember somewhat that I was happy to eat dried meat when I gave it to him because he looked like he was eating dried meat first. Look at that, it's sheep, so it's herbivore? I thought, grabbing the dried meat, grabbing it on the bed -..., that's all I remember last night.

Apparently, she fell asleep at some point, and her heir wakes her body out of bed. Looking around the room as it was, clothes were hanging on the provided drying rod. Apparently the girl even took a bath and did laundry. Tunic, shorts, socks, even underwear.

I see. So naked, I wake up beating the girl's cheek with pessies.

".................. Mmm, to"

"Morning."

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

After waking up the girl, her successor headed to the bathroom.

I added for it, washed my face and went back to the room, and the girl looked asleep with her eyes, but well awake. But it still remains sooo pungent.

"If you wake up, get dressed."

That said, I take the clothes that my heir is drying, and I notice them where I put them from the girl's head.

The girl thought she wasn't wearing anything, but there was only one thing she was wearing.

That was a pendant - too boneless, just chained through a metal plate. The girl is lowering it from her neck.

"What's that?

The girl looks at the heir she hears with a strange face,

"... this?

and asked back the other way.

"Yes, that plate"

To the heir who says so, the girl still leans her neck strangely,

"... don't you know?

and still ask back the other way around.

"No, you're asking because you don't know."

Is this guy still asleep? To the heir I thought, the girl said the answer.

"This is a tag"

"Tags?"

Sure, if you ask me, that was like a dog tag.

On its surface, if you look closely, it is marked 'Roulier' in this letter.

"Don't?

"You don't have it."

"Didn't you lose it?

I don't have anything to lose. I don't have it.

…………

"... what the heck. I thought you were falling asleep?

"... a lot"

Sounds tough.

SSS

The heir was now standing in front of a building that would be an adventurer's guild.

Why the heir is in such a place, because the girl suddenly panicked out at him for not knowing the existence of something called a tag, and thus pulled the heir so far.

Speaking of what the hell the heir is and to the best of my knowledge by listening to the girl's awkward explanation, apparently that tag hits something like an ID in this world, and instead of being the natural substitute anyone has, they treat me almost like a criminal if they don't possess it.

Anyway, the girl's claim was a glimmer of that, that you should hurry up and make it.

So the Adventurer Guild is where you can make that tag.

The heir heard the girl explain, and when it came to the tag, she remembered one thing.

"I was called untagged, which means I didn't have that tag?

Not only did they call me that in a single line of Dana Route, but in retrospect, the first voice of the first man I met in this world was also what I would call an heir untagged.

"Squirrel"

The heir, however, continues to question even more the girl who returns that she is right, seeping through a color she is good at faceless.

"But how do you know from a glance that I don't have such a small tag? Maybe he's just stuck in his pocket, right?

In fact, the girl is also currently hidden in the tunic with a tag lowered from her neck, so it is not known at a glance if she is wearing it. Yet why is it that a girl is never called untagged, and only her heir is seen untagged at a glance -?

"Try making it and you'll see"

The girl only gave that back to such a heir's question, with her half-eyes sparkling with skill.

SSS

He was the heir to the word Adventurer Guild, who walked into the building with a little excitement, but that wasn't the kind of place he expected to be in games and comics.

Neither is there a tavern, nor is there a wildling. It was rather a quiet, clean, bureau-like place to impress.

"- I forgot one or the key thing, how long does it take to make a tag? I don't have any money."

"Go. Oh, my God."

That's what the girl who says and looks at me urges me to go to the counter.

What was there was an early twenties and a bumpy receptionist who put her blonde hair together beautifully. The heir is impressed to see a beautiful receptionist like that painted on the picture and that it's not like this inn.

When he saw the successor who had come, the receptionist spoke with a smile that also made him feel sleepy in the morning.

"Welcome to the Adventurer Alliance. Would you have liked to reissue the tag today?

(... No, I don't know why I'm here.)

To the receptionist, who said without hesitation from the first voice, his heir is frowning.

"Mm, no. Issue, not reissue."

The girl answered in place of her heir from side to side.

"Huh -? Hackow...?

Hearing the girl's words, for a moment, she was a receptionist who raised her bare voice without knowing what she had been told, but as soon as she sorted out the information in her head about what to professionally say, she once again corrected her residence and continued to respond.

"Tag's, ginger, first issue, so are you sure...?

The girl snorts and snorts.

A receptionist who swallows sawdust and spit.

The heir was not sure, blurry and eager to see how it was.

"Wait a minute, please!

As the receptionist leaves behind the counter as she panicked, a noisy voice will reach her successor's ears from there.

"Something... you're gonna be okay, right?

"Go. Everything."

The girl answers flatly to the unsuspecting heir.

After a while the receptionist put one tag back on something like a metal receptacle.

"Thank you for waiting. So can you take this one?

The heir receives the tag from the given receptacle. The metal plate was chained through. That looks exactly like what the girl was returning to.

"Now try holding that tag lightly in your hand"

The successor, as the receptionist told him, clutched the tag, without knowing why.

"Please stay put for a while."

"Huh?"

With a grip? What's this all about? and to his surprised heir, the receptionist laughed nicely,

"I'll be done in a minute."

From what I've said, I'm not trying to explain.

The heir turns her gaze at the girl in trouble,

"... Sooo soon"

All he did was snort at his heir, scowl and snort.

- - About five minutes to wait as the two of you tell me.

"Not yet?

Staring at the right hand holding the tag but nothing particularly unusual.

The receptionist laughed nicely at his successor, who asked unexpectedly,

"We're almost there."

And the girl, too,

"... Soon"

- - Believe that word and wait another five minutes or so.

"............ haven't you?

Again, nothing in particular has changed.

The successor, who has no idea what he is doing, asks with some frustration.

"... but soon, isn't it?

The receptionist, too, are you? That's crazy, I'm giving you a sign.

Something cold sweaty was dripping from her temples.

And the girl, too,

"... well. I'm sure, soon."

It was like losing confidence.

You look like you're only a heartbeat.

To the appearance of those two, the heirs came the limit of patience to a good addition.

"Hey, what's this..."

It was the moment my heir raised her voice.

"Equipped with status tag"

"Registration for [Account] has been completed"

A strangely sharp voice, as if it were an electronic sound, echoed in the head of his heir.

And at the same time...

Name: Successor

Race: Human Race

Age: 17

Lv: 8

Status: Curse

HP: 224/224

MP: 1/1 (-239) (+10)

Muscle Strength: 11

Agility: 9

Intelligence: 10

Spirit: 12

Skills

Physical Lv2 Throwing Lv1 Language Lv4 Arithmetic Lv3

Unique skills

[Demon Eye of Curse LV1]

Equipment: Status Tag [Account Lv1] [System Log Lv1]

"... what is this...?

The heir was savoring the chaos immediately after he came to this world, now again.