- Leanbell viewpoint -

After crusading the Wolf herd, that kid grew up.

Yeah, yeah, I'm glad your sister grows up so slowly ♪

... Why don't you do what you think.

When I thought I was back for lunch, I looked at him like a puppy asking for help.

Now what did you do?

You look so frightened.

Then Marl told me the situation with ear slapping.

"I calmed down a little, but I don't talk at all.

I was trembling, and I thought it might have been scary. "

Decide to leave the reception counter and take him to the rest room.

It's hard to talk in public places.

I don't want anyone else to see me depressed.

Sitting on the couch in the break room, I can see you're very depressed.

I was mad because I didn't want this to happen......

The fear experience an adventurer falls into is largely determined.

If you're so depressed, you're sure.

Because I see many people every year.

Half the adventurers who feel the fear of death quit.

Return the Adventurer Card to your Alliance in search of a mediocre life.

Maybe this kid too......

Yeah, let's think about reducing heartbreak now.

If we're going to quit the adventurer, we'll never see each other again.

But what am I supposed to do to get rid of the kid?

A delicate child's heart that is fragile, unlike an adult.

I don't want to see such a pretty girl hurt, but nah.

I want to cheer you up somehow.

I was unconsciously beginning to stroke this child's head slowly.

If I kept wanting my heart wound to heal, my body would have moved on its own.

It was too late when I realized it.

After I've already stroked him a few times.

Though unconscious, it is a serious act that is a veteran receptionist.

What a light act he took...... he leaned on me.

He seemed relieved to be stroking his head. Really good.

But it would have been dangerous if they didn't like me, let's do some reflection later.

Now I'm going to stroke your head until he calms down.

Maybe he's just a kid and surprisingly sweet.

If you miss me, I wish you were sweet from time to time.

I'll nadenade your head whenever you want, sister.

- In 20 minutes--

I guess I've calmed down a lot.

It's about time... I'm getting tired of stroking my arm.

Let's speak up once.

"Was it something scary?

"... a little more, just like this"

"Oh well. Let's take a break."

So, yeah, it's okay.

Let's take a break and heal our hearts.

Actually, sister, because I can still afford it.

Don't worry, your sister will stroke you gently.

I can still use your sister's arm.

Sister...... I'll do my best.

After all, I'm the ninth year veteran receptionist.

As much as my arm gets muscle aches, if I can heal your heart wound, I'll do my best.

- In 30 minutes--

After you start stroking your head, 50 minutes.

I experience the harshness of the therapeutic act of healing a child's heart wound.

Is it even entering the Nadenade Records Championship?

"Can you come with me to the demolition yard?

"Fine. Shall I come with you?"

Looks like he finally made up his mind.

I took his hand and decided to head to the demolition site.

Of course, the arm I was stroking my head doesn't move anymore.

I'm cramped, and I can't get in any power.

I'm a veteran receptionist, and I'm good at poker faces.

My arms are cheap if they heal this child's heart wounds.

When we get to the demolition yard, Mr. Volga will come.

Without saying anything, this kid took the 'oak' out of the item box.

This... is going to be a big deal.

This is a project that needs to be contacted by the Alliance Master.

Oak is a D-rank monster.

Normally, someone who has been a solid adventurer for a year is the one who fights in the 'party'.

A child who hasn't registered for a month is not the one who can be defeated by 'solo'.

Not to mention the precedent where item box holding defeated the oak, which should never exist before.

Don't let his adventurer life end here.

We should walk out as adventurers again.

It should be an unusual adventurer, one that never existed before.

... maybe my arm was something really cheap.

It is also possible that in the future it will be honored as the right arm of gold.

Then he told me about the oak crusade.

I guess he's still scared.

Occasionally, he puts a gnarly force into my hand holding it.

I'm sorry. Your sister doesn't know what to say.

But it's okay, because your sister only knows one way to please you.

... Sister's arm, I'll give you another one.

Slowly lower your hips in front of him.

And he started stroking his head with his living left arm.

Hope you look well soon.

- Ten minutes later -

He seems to have settled his mind completely.

Looks like I've recovered enough to make a joke, and I just kept thanking him and left.

Your sister seems to have healed her heart wound.

... I'm really glad my arms didn't die, though.

I'll be on my way to the Alliance Master soon.

"Gilmouth, I need to talk to you for a second"

"What's up?

"Remember the kid with the item box, promoted to E on Mr. Volga's recommendation?

"Oh. I'm getting reports from Volga that I recommended you because you defeated five Wolf herds.

It was only a few days since you signed up.

I remember because I've talked a little bit too.

Is something wrong?

"Actually, I came back today, hunting orcs alone"

"What?! Is that true?"

"Yes. But it looks like it was a death fight and it's hurting my heart.

I took care of it as much as I could, so I think it's okay. "

"I have an item box...... crusade the oak.

At the time of defeating the Wolf herd, he said it was unusual. "

"It looks like we're fighting in a special way and we don't know the details.

It's a violation of manners to pry more than necessary... "

"You don't have to pry.

I'm only 10 years old and have an item box for Oak Solo Destruction.

Leaving it alone would reveal the corner of your head.

I don't care if it hits you, take good care of it.

You can't rot such a delicacy. "

"Okay."

Gilmouth tells me to flip, so I can't help it.

It's what I was given as a job, and I need to do it securely.

I'll follow up with you so you don't keep going off the road.

After all, I'm a veteran receptionist.

- The next morning...

He didn't come to the guild.

Is the heart wound deeper than I thought? I'm worried.

- After 3pm -

He put a little face to the guild.

Looks like we're back to normal. Oh, good.

I kind of smell sweet from this kid today.

A pleasant scent that will soothe you just by being nearby.

I want to sit on my lap and enjoy the smell with a hug from behind.

... Ha, what are you thinking! Hold on, me!

I regain my normal mind and face him.

"I just made a cookie, so if you like, eat with the guild folks"

"... made? ehhhh!?

There are tons of cookies in there no matter how many times I open the box I get.

I don't know what that means.

Who is this child?

I want someone to teach this kid common sense in many ways.

I left while I was surprised, so I didn't really know the details in the end.

But if you want to thank me, I'd appreciate it.

When we all ate the cookies we got during the break, we made a fuss and Gilmouth pissed me off.

I was making the most noise because it was your wife's submus.

You eat cookies and you cry.

All of a sudden I start praying to cookies.

I've never seen one before, someone praying for a cookie.

But it's not like I don't know what it's like.

Something that was an unlikely delicious cookie.

So much so that I thought my cheeks would fall.

I want to applaud myself for yesterday.

What a great child my arm has worked so hard to protect.

What an honorable muscle ache I find.

But the muscle aches are uneven.

I'm freaking out and hurting just moving my arm.

Yeah, let's get Marl to give us a massage.

Because when I hear about Nadenade Martial Arts, I think he'll be happy to do it.

"Marl. Can I have a word? You know..."

As expected, Marl started massaging me.

Marl is the owner of an honest heart.

You're massaging my arm with a lukewarm face.

Yeah, yeah, right.

I've been stroking my head for 50 minutes.

My arm gave me a muscle ache, so I could eat cookies.

Besides, I'd be amazing, wouldn't I?

I was about to sacrifice another arm.

I think it's a mirror for a receptionist who works hard to protect the mind of an adventurer.

That's my ninth year veteran receptionist, isn't it?

Later on, that kid plugged in the cookies again.

Are you really an adventurer?

Isn't it some country's exclusive pastry chef or something?

You're a really strange kid, aren't you? I hope it's cute.