Sevens

Returning from the labyrinth, I took a day off to gather everyone in the mansion.

Nowem, Aria, having a party.

Join us on an ad hoc basis, Mr. Miranda and Clara, adventurers of Aramsarth.

And Poyopoyo, a pompous trick, and Shannon, the landlord's sister.

The seven of us, including me, tried to set up a place for discussion.

"Why am I included? Besides, these guys aren't adventurers, are they?

Clara asks me as she drinks the tea served. At the end of his gaze were Shannon and Poyopoyo.

That's an easy reason.

"... I didn't know what story to cut out of. The other two... I don't know."

A third generation laughs from the treasure balls.

"Lyell, great!

The best would be the best in the sense of being funny. Today's advisor, or now everyone speaks out in a state of disregard for the rules.

Previously, my magic ran out of guns, so there was a rule that one person a day would speak up or consult.

I'm gonna give Clara an excuse.

"Because! I don't know girls talking to each other or anything! Besides, I've never had a chance to talk like this before..."

Poyo Poyo prepares tea replacement for Clara. And then you look at me and you say "hoo" and you laugh.

"Boulders are chicken bastards. Is it up to women to have conversations with women?"

Tell yourself I'm patient here. I mean, I called Clara because she has more experience as an adventurer than we do.

It is important to be able to hear your opinions from the standpoint of being a support specialist and watching various parties.

Besides, I have some idea of our situation, so I don't need an explanation.

Nowem cuts it out.

"So you'll start discussing your future labyrinth strategy. Who's got an opinion?

Nobody gives an opinion.

Shannon opens his mouth.

"I'm not an adventurer. I mean, I'm not sure about my health."

Shannon, who insists he's not grand and confident, says as he raises his hair as if he's really proud.

It suits you, but when Nowem smiles and sees how it looks, he says, "Hih! I said," I shut up.

A few minutes passed with no one's mouth open, so I put my hands up small...

"Ah, well... as far as I'm concerned, I'd rather not use my skills to break through the underground thirty tiers. However, there is really a problem with the number of people, and there is collaboration..."

Then, Aria stays out of sight.

"If you use your skills. Or does it make sense?

Bad attitude.

Nowem to blame for that.

"Aria, that attitude is a bit"

Then Aria says back.

"Yes, yes, right. Sorry for being rude to" Dear "Lyell!

Aria, speaking out loud, heard a second generation of voices from the treasure balls.

The second generation hates Aria.

"What this attitude!

Fourth generation says.

"Aren't you angry about what happened before? Look, Lyell yelled... he's got a lot going on in him. Don't look at him with tender eyes."

The second generation says.

"You know what, you don't! I'm vulnerable to women. I know it's your opinion!

The fourth generation also says it back.

"Weak and bad! A man can't beat a woman if he's strong! You brain-muscle bastard!

The second generation...

"Temé, you've said so much to me, my grandfather! Get on the surface!

'Get on the table' - Often, I think the first generation said, I simmer. He stopped showing up when he finished telling me his skills and did his part.

What would the first generation say if they saw what they are now?

(... no. All I see is yelling and fighting with the second generation. I liked Aria the first time)

Aria called me when I was depressed.

"Wow, I'm sorry. Don't be so depressed."

I'm gonna apologize, Aria, but I'm gonna look everyone in the eye and rush back to calm.

Then Mr. Miranda talks.

"You can call me anytime you want. You got credit from Professor Damien, and you're just about ready to graduate. Because it's like a hobby now."

The school system can be enrolled at any time and graduated at any time. It is not a system of admission and graduation depending on the time of year.

You can graduate at any time by taking the credits you need and getting a certificate.

Aria, to Miranda like that.

"Am I supposed to make that easy decision? Or are you going to join the party?

Then.

"Oh, jealousy? You think they're gonna steal my dear Lyell? Aria is so cute."

You thought they made fun of you, Aria says back.

"This has nothing to do with him! I live alone one day, and now together..."

To Aria, whose face turns bright red, Nowem...

"What are you talking about, Mr. Aria? Aria was saved by Lyell, not to mention the circumstances. You can't just walk out of a party whenever you want."

"What, you can't?

I asked Nowem back.

Nowem is surprised to see me. And he explained why.

"No, I received Aria as a reward from the lord of Darion."

I say.

"That's pre-construction, isn't it? Invalid and good."

Then Aria slapped the table with her hands. In the quiet room, Clara is drinking tea.

The tea that was on the table spilled, so Poyo Poyo...

"Huffle, you're a guy named Train Yard. I know it in the data."

- I'll clean up and prepare tea while I say so.

"... Anyway, I'm that much of a woman to you!

"Why are you angry! I thought you just said you weren't going to bind me!

When I didn't know why I was angry, I heard a fourth generation.

"I don't know if Lyell understands complicated women's hearts."

Fifth generation says.

'Cause you're just gonna figure it out. I didn't understand anything. "

Then the sixth generation says:

"... Still, the fifth generation was going well, if not childhood"

I think.

(What to do, these guys are totally unreliable)

That's how I see Nowem. But...

"Dear Lyell, that's too..."

Then Mr. Miranda smiled.

"Then I'll run for it. instead of aria."

To the party, is it? Or running for something else, Mr. Miranda didn't say.

Then Aria made a mistake.

"Wow, I didn't say anything about conceding Lyell!

says Miranda, who laughs at Niyaniya.

"Is that it? I'm gonna join the party instead of Aria, I was gonna say?

The teased aria turns that way.

Then Clara opened her mouth.

"... Mr. Lyell"

"Something?

"This woman."

Clara, who says "feminine" or something like that on a bar reading, makes me pull my cheeks. I'm not proud of it, but I've never even kissed a woman before this time. To a pure me, a woman, etc...

Clara was going to give this party a final rating.

"That's it. It is truly a classic harem party ideal for the lords. It's hard to have a party that's been able to get this far. It's an ideal party in both a good and a bad way."

A good meaning would mean good for a man's ideals.

I understood that bad meant that the party wasn't working for it.

I'm gonna hit on Clara.

"Or how to solve it or improve it?

Clara began to talk based on her previous experience.

"It's a party I know, and to avoid being able to rub it in a women's relationship, some parties were just for men who would never add women to their peers. Drool in love, say you'll break up the collaboration."

You want me to get out of here?

"What, you think that's gonna work out if I pull out?

Nowem comes out of his mouth.

"It can't be. Rejected. Not adopted."

Then Clara nods too.

"I guess. Without Mr. Lyell, this party will be broken up. In other words, the personal level is within reach of the middleman. Is collaboration... better than amateur without skills? Even through this party, I think Aria's gonna get her legs pulled."

Clara following Aria, but he's losing confidence.

"Well, even if they say so..."

"Because everyone is talented and broken. Shall we say fifty on average? This party is close to ninety on average in terms of talent alone. Even if Aria says it's low, it's a number of seventy or eighty."

And Clara goes on.

"And you can't even add heterosexuality other than Mr. Lyell. Rather than complicate the romantic situation… I can't stand the man I joined"

Why can't you stand it? Damian was nothing.

Besides, as far as I'm concerned, I want people who can talk about the same sex.

Knowing I don't understand, Clara says.

"Do you want to be lonely and join one of the beautiful women around you where you are swarming with one man? You're one of us, but you want to taste alienation?

"... I don't want to taste it"

I agreed with Clara because I understood.

When you join a buddy, a man says no.

"It's a problem for both of us, but if we join a large group, it's somewhat... but it's not a party that can sustain that many, and we don't have the foundation"

Basics.

Party fundamentals mean that there are all members with basic skills.

Individual talent is high, but we don't have an adventurer with the skills to scout and trap.

"The boulder is full of boulders... that's rejected too."

When Nowem said no, Clara had told him how to improve.

"Let's share"

"Sharing?"

When I snap my neck off, Clara says.

"Mr. Lyell, you basically have a strong tendency to solve this personally because you can do anything. I know you have more than one skill, but you need to share it, including spares, to sharpen your skills. Or, normally, you decide on the role first. Once you've gained some skill, we'll discuss who sharpens what skill. It's common practice to look at each other's aptitudes and make them future policies."

I guess the problem was that you relied too much on my skills and everyone didn't feel the need. Better than bad technology, no... my skills are better than those of an adventurer who is a general professional.

"Is it basically a reconnaissance? It's your role to walk ahead and make sure you're safe. Aria deserves this. I know someone, so should I introduce you?

When Clara prepared the note, Aria received the sole.

"The next trap… Miranda, I think, is quite appropriate. Somehow,"

That's what Miranda says with a smile.

"Right. You're clever."

Clara says Bosoli.

"... people like you are good at this"

"Something?

"No, nothing. Now, Mr. Nowem... you don't need it. I think we should polish the magic as it is now."

Nowem says.

"Really? That's a little shame. I'd like to help you with something."

The second generation has spoken.

'You can just have Nowem, right? After all, Nowem is a good girl ~'

While agreeing with that opinion, I was waiting to see what Clara would say.

But Clara stays put.

"It feels like. It also takes time to become a professional. But if each one of you gets experience with a role, the party will be in shape in a few months."

"What about me?

When I asked, Clara...

"It's enough as it is now. Essentially, the leader's job is to run the party. Because it's my job to think about how to operate efficiently. It's a fine job to adjust your plans and make plans."

I'm convinced you said it, but shouldn't I polish something technical, too? That being said, Clara says.

"Mr. Lyell is taking away too much of everyone's work. It's also the leader's job to leave it to you if you can. What Mr. Lyell does..."

"You got something to do?

"I wonder how you collect your luggage. It would be perfect to invite one or two female adventurers."

I speak frankly.

"Something seems like a nasty guy. Like this... it's like I'm surrounding a woman."

"Being surrounded, that's the right expression. It's okay. Mr. Lyell's reputation is subtle in Aramsarth, but one or two of them grab it because of his good face. We're just going to take the time to build trust."

Then Nowem gives his opinion.

"No, you can't!

"Nowem! Right. You can't do that!

"We have to find the woman who deserves the Walt family home training! Because I can't admit anything else!

Clara snapped her neck. I'll be silent and cover my face with both hands.

Aria seemed uninterested because it was usual, but only Mr. Miranda looked at Nowem with a serious look.

says Shannon, who has been listening.

"It doesn't matter to me, does it? Why did they call you?

And Poyo Poyo too.

"I'll help you, too. Oh, my God... because it's a special model!

I ignored them.

- Aria was visiting an adventurer that Clara introduced us to.

Check the plaque on the cheap apartment and knock on the door, not the Adventurer Guild.

Then I heard a creaking voice from inside the room.

Who's there?

"Oh, that! I know Clara, and she said," I want you to stay here. "

Then the other guy...

"Clara's lady? Well, okay. '

That said, when the door opened, there was a woman with bossy hair there. He is in his late thirties. There are burn marks on his face.

And there was no left arm of hers.

Aria's gaze turns to her left arm, the woman says.

"Ah, aren't you used to seeing it? Well, you won't even come to the tavern because you're young. Let's go up."

She took the note Aria had and raised Aria to the room when she confirmed it was Clara's letter.

It's an old apartment outside, but it's been cleaned up inside. Seems to live alone, but there was a prosthetic arm on the desk in the room.

"Oh, that."

"That's my right-hand man. I'm good at these things. We make simple magic tools, we make change and we make a living. I lose my job, but I can still eat Aramsarth."

Tools and the like were hung on the walls and the parts were arranged beautifully.

She introduces herself.

"It's [Lila Icola]. She was born in a small village famous house. Your last name is still there."

Aria also introduces herself.

This is Aria Lockward.

Then, Lyla laughs.

"I know. You accomplished a perverted bastard's request, a strong party in a young man, right? What's that avant-garde doing to me?

Aria, who did not think she was that well known, is surprised for a moment but explains the situation.

Then Lyla, with a frightened face, was holding her face with her right hand. With eyes visible from between the fingers, look at Aria and check the contents of the request.

"... I mean, you want to learn my style? I can do an avant-garde and scout. Mine?

"Yes!

Lyla then says, "I don't really recommend it".

"Look at this body. You know what I mean. The avant-garde is a dangerous job. The load is heavy for a woman to do. If you really want to do it... I don't mind getting all scratched up. You can't complain about losing one or two of your arms."

Aria swallowed her spit. But I tell myself it's much better than nothing I can do here.

(If I get away here, I'm really useless. So......)

"Ya, I'll do it!

Lyla then held her mouth and laughed out. When Aria is taken aback, she keeps laughing as she says "I'm sorry".

"I'm sorry. Do something to try. This injury was when I was immature. Basically, if it's dangerous, I won't go near it, because you're right. It's a mouth I've studied seriously for being an idiot."

Aria is surprised, Lyla says.

"I've taken care of that lady a few times. You know, checking things out in the library, grabbing your stuff. Basically, we're solo buddies."

"Really?"

When Aria says so, Lila enters into negotiations.

"Well, I don't mind teaching, but I have a job to do, too. Make time three days a week. And the amount..."

Lyla looks at Aria and states the amount.

"If that kid says so, I guess he has qualities. Oh, my God, it's a talking party. It lasts two months. Twenty gold coins is fine."

Aria is surprised to hear of twenty gold coins. I mean, I didn't have that kind of money. I have received the reward, but even if I have it, it is about five gold coins.

"Oh, you know, can you just manage a little bit more?

"This one's gonna take time to coach you, right? Besides, what are we gonna do with the money in between? You're not thinking about getting technology for free, are you?

Aria drips. Lyla then offered the terms.

"Then shall I earn the full amount when I'm coaching? You can help me with my work at last. So what do you say?

"Yes! Then I think I can!

Then, Lyla says.

"I don't have that much to teach. My style is the avant-garde type of reconnaissance and combat. You, what's your prey?

Aria says she's using a spear...

"... not bad, but not good either. If you're going to specialize in combat, spears are fine."

Lyla, thinking a little, looked at Aria's chest.

"Could it be balls?

"Huh? Yes"

Then Lyla has said she wants to see what her skills have. Aria hesitates for a moment to explain, but tells Lyla.

"You're an attack specialist. Much better than a lousy piece of magic..."

"Um?"

"If you came here with a spear, it would be best known to you... Aria, are you willing to try a short spear?

Aria also started moving to establish her style...