Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"I don't think you have to be so aggressive to get into the weapons store."

"Because…… the feeling of being out of place seemed terrible."

"Different. As you can imagine, there's an obnoxious man in there... and the owner almost looks like a bear. Maybe you should be ready to come in."

Instead, he adds extra nervous information and then, relentlessly, Mr. Mark opens the store door. Heavy wooden doors make giggly noises, and the inside of the store is exposed.

"What do you say?

"…… it was more like Tails than I thought"

Mr. Mark blew it out again, but the atmosphere really hasn't changed much. On second thought, Tails has a lot of adventurer customers too. Is that obvious?

And one more thing. The atmosphere of Ojisama, who seems to be the owner of the store, is very similar to that of a general.

Indeed, the shopkeeper looks big and looks much stronger than the adventurers.

Thick arms and thick chest plates are really like bears. My chin mustache is amazing and I give it away from everywhere. I have hair from everywhere, and I don't know where the mustache is from. I'm honestly scared of the look.

…… but.

The words I speak to the adventurers are abusive, but it's kind of warm, and I feel like a damsel and deja vu where I'm laughing luxuriously and slapping Dawn on the back.

"Similar to Tails, huh? I guess so!

"You're surprisingly reliable," said Mark, who apparently finally stopped laughing, praising him for some reason.

"What the hell, Mark, are you here to show off even Canojo?

The store owner's teasing voice echoes through the store. Apparently, the town girl rounded me up, which is rare in this store, has become noticeable as expected.

I feel the gaze all over the store gathering at me and my face turns red on its own. Hugh ♪ and I can't wait to hear you whistle or whistle Mr. Mark away.

"Bye, don't make fun of me. Oz, you're the daughter I came all the way here to see for you, right?

I don't know what to do. Unlike me, who was just in trouble, Mark sarahs.

As for Mark, Oz, the store owner, was to be dismissed this time.

"So, a young sister like you used it for me. What is it?

As a result of being scattered among the customers, Oz and I were able to sit back slowly on the couch and talk to each other, thanks to the fact that he had been invited to the living area at the back of the store.

"My name is Cristiane. I'm sorry to bother you, but I was looking for a civilian officer."

"Yeah, the civilian life officer in this neighborhood is a crock. Oh, my God, there's been trouble."

……

What a light civilian life officer's head was found. Thank God for that merchant, Odysama.

"I don't have any particular problems, but I have a favor to ask."

"What is it, say it"