Sevens

Returning from the Labyrinth Crusade to Baym, we were on our way to report to the Alliance.

We arrived at Baim around noon, and after returning to the mansion we checked the report before heading to the Guild East Branch.

I am a little tired because Monica hugged me and it was hard to pull it off.

When we arrived at the guild, naturally we headed to the third floor. Towards, I was surprised to face the officials who responded there.

Long blonde hair and slightly saggy eyes. His eyes were green and he had a poignant atmosphere.

"Oh, it's been a while ~"

It felt like the end of the story had stretched, and she smiled nicely at me when I walked into the private room. When I got up and prepared the drink in the room, I had it on my desk.

"Mr. Marianne? Oh, why?

When I was confused, Mr. Marianne was laughing bitterly.

"Ha, in fact, I've got a new professional receptionist on the ground floor on my neck. Is that it? Were you still too old for your sister at her age? It's important for newcomers to have a presence that's not within reach."

Was he in that position? I thought so, but now I've decided not to ask in depth. Or even if I join in on the age story, I'm sure it would seem disgusting to me right now.

I decided to leave the conversation without difficulty.

From the treasure balls, the fourth generation...

"Why don't you tell him that twenty is still acceptable or something? In fact, Mr. Selma or another thirty-six? Dashi '

What is this guy talking about? Though I thought so, I sat across from Mr. Marianne at my desk with an ambiguous grin.

"That was tough. Oh, this is the report."

Marianne will receive the envelope and confirm it. When I took the paperwork out of the desk drawer, it was checked against the report.

"... there is little discrepancy between the Alliance's report and the The paperwork is fine."

The paperwork relationship got Mr. Adele to do her best. So I was able to focus on running the Valkyrie Series exam.

However, there are major problems with the Valkyrie series. That's because if I don't become their master, I can't build what they call a [network].

And I'm going to be burdened by myself, but there were a lot of other problems.

- It costs money. It just costs money to move it. Fighting costs more money. Now we know why a group of mercenaries gathered by adventurers can jump to the fund.

"That was good. We won't be able to move on gear inspections or vacations for a while, so we'll face the guild again later. The request was made at that time."

At the end of the process, Mr. Marianne smiled at me trying to get out of the room.

"Yes. Good luck. Get some rest."

Going down to the first floor, a different official sat at the counter where Mr. Marianne had previously sat.

I heard a voice that felt bright, and when I saw it there was a brown hair, cute system official. He was younger than Mr. Marianne, and had a different vibe than Mr. Marianne.

Would it feel cappy, not pompous?

But it's the same thing we're doing.

"It's amazing! It was rated [D] before, but now it's [C]. This will get you all geared up faster than you thought. Damn, my plan was betrayed in a good way. Let's keep up the good work. I'll do my best."

Miscellaneous work - That's the rating [C] you usually get for cleaning and helping cities.

[B] if you think you're good, [A] rarely answers. Because if you do, you will pay extra.

Well, it's been awful, and I guess I'm finally getting a normal rating.

"Hey, he says it's as easy as this if we're serious."

While smiling and praising the new adventurers, the young adventurers were at the forefront, gesturing and gesturing - praising the newcomers. The quality of the equipment was also poor, so I was smiling and responding to the adventurers who were dirty or coming to report immediately.

(I have a replacement. You're younger than Mr. Marianne, aren't you? Like me or a little down there?

I don't even think the age limit is so strong, but the newcomer's official was smiling and dealing with the newcomer in a slightly modified uniform.

I saw their faces somewhere.

(... Mr. Leuer, was it?

What a fit it looked like, but it really makes me feel like there's a back there.

That's how when I looked at the counter, I noticed a bunch of people looking at the place just like me.

The airhardts.

Upstairs he was in a tank top and wondered if it was in season but exposed to steeples as an adventurer. The great sword you're carrying is a normal great sword, but your name is Gram.

He took his people and looked at the place in a complicated way.

And when Airhardt, voiced by his buddies, tries to line up at a different reception...

"Ah."

"Hey."

- Me and my eyes met.

I left the guild and went into the store to hear from the Airhardts.

It seems like it would be appreciated if you tried it as an adventurer who can't earn money because it doesn't taste bad in a restaurant that serves a large amount of meals.

I was finishing my meal, so I only ordered drinks and watched the Airhardts eat.

Usually surrounded by women, the meals are more sophisticated or something like that. But the Airhardts are not reluctant.

"Ah, clerk, change of steak! Same!

"Me too!

"Extra bread too!

"The drink is the guy who squeezed the fruit juice! Iced!"

"Dessert is the guy who gently froze the fruit. Regards for the number of people!

The clerk also handled it because it felt like it could be done. He also saw the airhardts eating around him and laughed bitterly at me.

I was also free to listen, so I decided to pay for the meal. They ordered a large number of menus in high order.

I'm not reluctant, but on the contrary, I smiled.

"Do you come here often?

Then, Airhardt talks to me until an extra steak arrives.

"Are you making fun of me? I know this is the place from you, but this is a famous place to miss the adventurers who have grown up. Best store in Baym."

Whatever you say, it's a fight, but you never come up with a duel like you did before.

I saw the menu. I can see they serve cheap meals for adventurers who can't earn money.

"No, I think it's a good place. I used to eat at places like this."

I miss it. When I became an adventurer, I ate at these places.

When I was sleeping in an inn and couldn't do my chores or anything. In Darion, even after he began to live in an entire house, he had dined out when he made a request and became a kuta.

Back then, Nowem and I were together. And I don't think Aria joined along the way and relied awkwardly on a lot of things.

"... you're taking a woman anyway, right? Fine, the guy with the good face."

Airhardt turns his jealous face on me, but Airhardt doesn't look bad either. If we get more of ourselves together, even if we're taking a woman...

(Speaking of which, you had Lark in Carthaphs)

An adventurer with the same great sword as Airhardt, but that one was subtle.

"Well, there it is"

"Oh, my God! So, what do you want to hear?"

I decided to ask about Marianne. The Airhardts now do their job as adventurers, working to the extent that they can defeat demons around Baym and live.

I could say a fine adventurer, and I was wondering why Marianne, who raised so much, was removed from the charge of the new adventurer.

"I'm talking about Marianne."

Then the airhardts' meal stopped and each was about to lean over and regret it. I was wondering if something was going on, and Airhardt said it was potpourring.

"... that woman betrayed us. Besides being talented and all, I really laughed in the back. I've asked other adventurers, but they were officials who tricked newcomers into doing their jobs like they were good. They turned to the receptionist on the third floor, so you don't even have to wear a cat anymore. Anyway, even with a lying smile at the competent adventurers."

Something went wrong with the airhardts. Listening to the details, it appears that the Airhardts wished to participate in the matter of the previous great army of demons.

And they've told me to persevere in stopping my participation.

Requests outside the walls are broken rewards. I know you wanted to join in on that, but the Airhardts had better not.

Because if I did poorly, I would have died.

When I opened my mouth to try to solve the Airhardt misunderstanding, Mr. Mireia's voice came from the treasure ball.

"Lyell, not now. Looks like there's blood on your head, and I'm not convinced how much you say. Grow up just a little more as a person and let me know when you're laughing about this. Because if you survive as an adventurer, one day you'll have a funny day. At that time, you'll tell me. She seems capable... and Marianne, who taught her the basics so much, must have raised these kids with care. '

I immediately wondered if I didn't have to solve the misunderstanding, but surely the Airhardts were dragging somewhere. I don't even think I can convince you with my words.

(To me, does it feel like Mr. Hawkins, who was in charge of the reception at Darion?

I missed it. I was intimidated just to be there, but I remember you being very polite.

"Oh well..."

"That's right. That's enough, right? It's bad that we were fooled, stupid. You can laugh."

"I'm not laughing. Thanks for talking to me."

I wanted to thank you for listening. Then the extra dishes ordered by the Airhardts were brought in in good time. The airhardts were hitting on the dish in front of them to forget the unpleasant stories.

Holidays.

Going shopping, I was bringing May and Monica to the market.

He returned from a labyrinth crusade, completed the inspection of the equipment and asked for maintenance of what needed repair. I decided to spend the next request on vacation.

In a crowded market, I carry luggage for the ingredients Monica buys one after another. I bought more condiments mainly than vegetables for meat and fish.

"Ha, it was really good for you and the chicken guy. There are three mass-producer machines in the mansion that can't flirt with a chicken bastard..."

The person Monica spills stupidity on was May. When I went to the market, they followed me. I was blinking my eyes and looking around at the market.

I look back at Monica, who was diagonally behind me, holding a bag of tea paper.

"When did I flirt with you?

"Do not illuminate. Because I know the love of this Monica, the chicken bastard. Even if I'm being violent, it's an expression of affection in me."

"No, there's no violence or anything. I don't like that kind of love."

As Monica spoke, I turned my gaze to May. It's a tight mini skirt with shoulders and a heso.

In Beim, people who go on the road show no interest, but if this were another city, Monica would have gathered their gaze together.

May was looking at a rare fruit.

"What's this! Hey, what's this!

An aunt handling fruit explains with a smile to May.

"It's a fruit I picked up from a place across the ocean. I can't eat the skin, but it's common to cut it in half and spoon the contents."

Is the surface black or purple? When you take a fruit like that, Monica looks at the sole.

"Oh, even this stuff. Should I buy it?"

When I bought some, my aunt looked at me with the luggage and packed it in a small bag and put it in a bag of tea paper.

"Lady, this is a service. Come back."

Mae stopped so we bought it so my aunt was handing Mae the same fruit she bought at the service.

May received the fruit and looked happy. He held it with both hands and looked forward to eating it now.

I was looking at the fruit lined up in the store.

"Really don't get Baym anything"

Then my aunt laughed out loud.

"That's right. This is the most developed city on the continent. I haven't lost a big city in a big country."

I laugh bitterly. The seventh generation has made thorny remarks.

'I guess. It is a large city that has squeezed gold and supplies, and blood, from neighbouring and many countries, and enriched itself with its profits. It's a really terrible city.'

But my aunt's expression just gets a little cloudy.

"Just because I hear Russowerth and Galleria start a war again these days. There will be something out there that you won't get again. Those two countries are in trouble."

Russowerth and Galleria are among the countries that have been fighting each other for years. It is a country situated on the other side of Rolphis today.

The third generation made a voice that seemed unpleasant.

'What? In this busy time? It's normal to go to war after autumn. Or do foreign countries have different busy times?

On a territorial scale, the smallest of the remaining lords is the third generation. I raise my dissatisfaction with those out-of-season mobilizations.

However, the fourth generation is different.

'It's a pretty big country. Isn't that enough to keep you in shape? Sometimes we don't mobilize that much. Besides, there will be knights, and we may be hiring land-pattern mercenaries here to count them.'

The fifth generation doesn't seem to like hearing the views of the fourth generation.

'It also costs money to hire mercenaries. Maybe they'll let you loot it before they attack you. Ha, I don't like it.'

Thinking about it, May borrowed a knife from his aunt to halve the fruit. And he'll hand me one of them.

"Yes, Lyell"

"Huh? Oh, thank you"

When I received it with my free hand, it was packed with pulp inside. The fruit juice shall overflow and the hands shall be sticky.

A little surprised by the sweetness.

"I wonder what. A little different from the fruit you know."

May seems to agree.

"Right! This is delicious."

Monica, look at us both.

"It's a fruit from the South, right? It feels tropical."

Then my aunt laughed when she saw Monica.

"Did you know, my lady? Well, the fruits of the South are certainly a little unique. I see, it does feel like a" pinch "."

Monica smiled.

"Tropical."

Though I wondered what this guy was talking about, I decided to take the two of you to continue shopping.

Say thank you to your aunt.

"Thank you. I'll drop by again sometime."

"Thanks for the fruit!

May was also smiling and waving at her aunt. I just can't stay involved with all the fruit.

(Galleria and Russowerth? Maybe it's time to make contact.)