The Kicked Out S-rank Appraiser Creates The Strongest Guild

The deportation of Gilbert and the growing up of the second unit had sedated the move to remove Loran from the 'Golden Eagle'.

Dungeon management was also progressing unconnectedly, and Loran was in the guild chief's office listening to a report from Claria about it.

"The management of" Dungeons of the Demonic Realm, "is progressing well." Chimera Feathers, Iron Ore, Silver Ore are all going to be able to mine their target quantity. "

"How's the second unit?

"No problem. Sometimes, I rub it with people from the first unit, but when I say," You can tell Mr. Loran, "he grows up."

"Right."

Loran was tempted to iron out additional budgets for next semester, depending on the outcome of dungeon management to each unit.

As a result, they were becoming careful not to offend the mindset from Loran to mischief.

(Sounds like something could be done about this semester for now. The problem is next semester)

The Ists who challenge "Dungeons of Mines" will be miserably defeated by "Guardian of the Magic Tree".

It was Loran's idea to make the Arik squad merit it as the Ist squad continued to play the faults.

That's how we sharpen the forces of the second unit, the disturbing elements, while proceeding with reform and making our status certain.

(Well, I guess it'll work)

Even if they fail miserably, I don't think the Ists will pull back so easily.

If we feel like we're about to be deprived of our authority, we must ramble again.

We'll need to get ahead of ourselves and get ready to retard the second unit in turn.

Also, the Arik squad needed to be prepared.

If we boost Arik's position, we will boost it, and this time Arik is threatening to grow.

In preparation for that, we needed to deepen our relationship with Arik and create a mechanism to curb Arik's authority.

(Is it about Jill and Dowin that you can trust? Until the S-Class Crusade is fully operational, you can't be alarmed.)

Loran couldn't help but leak a dry laugh when he realized he was completely used to the thinking of the powerful.

Lillianne did all these things for me in The Guardian of the Magic Tree, but in The Golden Eagle I also have to do all these internal politics myself.

To be honest, I wanted to concentrate on the nurturing work, which is the real deal as soon as possible.

On the desk is a book of magic and a wine that enhances magic.

Exquisite decorative cosmetic bottle on top of mirror table.

The purple curtains have a suspicious pattern.

In a room called the Witch's Bedroom, Lillianne was in the moonlight light of a stab through the window with a fallen in love face.

I was in bed, but all my clothes are stripped off to the floor.

My body was wrapped in comfortable tiredness.

Because until earlier we were talking about love with a man lying next to us.

Though I didn't know it was going to be, because of the loneliness, I followed you and asked you to come home.

On her first affair in a long time, she held onto someone she loved well.

So thoughtful, after savoring the love from him, she was immersed in the aftermath of affection, but now she was zeroing her troubled sigh again.

That still showed the flame of passion smoking faintly in her.

A little fan will burn brilliantly again soon.

Lillianne could hardly handle the flame herself, and was overwhelmed.

So she tried to reach for his shoulder lying next to him, trying to make me feel happy once and for all, to the man who earlier made me feel happy.

But stop that hand on the way.

It was because I could hear his quiet sleep.

(Mr. Loran, you fell asleep.)

Lillianne felt lonely, but pulled her hand in.

Instead, he looks woot at Loran's face, which is lit by the moonlight.

Tonight, one paragraph on the 'Golden Eagle' issue has just finally taken up time for the two of us.

These days, she had become particularly lonely for one night.

Every night, I couldn't even dive into bed properly, and I spent sleepless nights thinking about Loran as I watched the light of the moon shooting through the window.

This is how I want to be next to him every night if I can.

Tomorrow, Loran says he can't come to Lillianne's house again.

Thinking of it, she's running out again.

I stick around the base of my leg and move it with a mozo.

If I can't see him again for a while, at least just now, I'll cheek on his arm and try to feel Lorraine close at all.

(It's always annoying to work. But you can just take a little more time off from work and take your time in my room)

In a room decorated with iron arrays, the fire of the fireplace sounded bursting.

This is Jill's bedroom.

She was laying down in bed, taking a rough breath.

There was grained sweat on his cheeks, and yet the look was like after intense exercise.

In fact, I was exercising intensely until earlier, but still Jill wasn't enough.

I haven't bullied myself enough yet.

Jill turned a desirable gaze at the athlete man lying next to her.

A man who had bullied himself until earlier.

Though I didn't know it was going to happen, I kept begging him to come home because of the uncut nature of it.

It's been long enough since I went into a break after exercise separated me.

It should be time for his health to recover.

I guess it's about time we talked again.

Jill carelessly wakes up that lit nude, layers it on the man's body, and tries to whisper it in his ear.

But when I hear him resting, I smile gently all the time.

(Mr. Loran, you fell asleep)

Jill pulls in a body that still remembers how inadequate it is, turns sideways, and looks to Lorran's side with love.

(I can't help it. Even though the 'Golden Eagle' issue came to a close, I was still working late today. I just have to thank you for being with me like this)

Nevertheless, it was the truth that I wanted them to be a little more.

I went to the Guardian of the Magic Tree last night.

Jill embraces the puffiness of his chest, which had been misplaced by him until recently, so as to distract him from his loneliness.

It took a little patience to contain this mess.

When I do this, I still feel painful that I need Loran even now that I have become an S-Class Adventurer.

(Again, I can't seem to do it unless I'm the one on the lookout. Now that I'm a S-Class Adventurer, no one can respect me anymore but Mr. Loran......

"Please stay with me the whole time. Mr. Loran."

Jill groaned so in the darkness of the night, closing her eyes.

(Huh. Finally got time for one)

Loran falls into the bed of his room.

I hadn't even had dinner yet, but I didn't have the energy to eat.

If you think the gotagota of "Golden Eagle" is finally over, now the twist by the two beautiful women has begun.

Loran was forced to stay in the two houses on a daily basis.

(I'm glad you asked for it, but I can't do it on a boulder anymore. I can't keep my strength.)

It was a matter of having to choose one of them, but for Loran they were both cute, so I couldn't choose them.

(Anyway, let's take a rest today without thinking about it anymore. bored)

Loran lay low on his bed and spent some time doing nothing.

Monica was aiming for Loran's house.

(Ugh. Mr. Jill, it's cheating. Good thing you don't know about Mr. Loran's relationship with Mr. Lillianne)

Over the past few days, Monica has been monitoring Loran's behavior.

(Everybody do whatever you want! I can't stand it anymore. If that's what we're all going to do, I'll do whatever I want, too. Loran.)

Tonight, Loran, Lillianne and Jill had already confirmed in The Hawkeye that everyone was home alone.

This way, "Hawkeye" is a very powerful stalking skill, depending on how you use it.

Monica held the gift back in her hand and knocked on the door to Loran's room.

"Yes. Who... Monica?

Coming out of the room, Loran turned his eyes round to a sudden visitor.

"Good evening, Mr. Loran."

"What's going on? At night like this."

"Well, thank you for always taking care of me. Plug in your heart..."

"This is. It's wine from the ages."

Loran looks at the bottle of wine and makes his eyes shine.

"Yes, I hope it fits your mouth..."

"Instead of fitting my mouth, I love it. Thanks."

Monica had already investigated Loran's preferred brand.

"And this too..."

Monica offered Loran the bread and meat in the basket.

They were all ingredients that went well with the wine, and all Loran liked.

Loran sticks his face open.

Monica saw that look on Loran's face and was horrified.

He looked a little tired when he came out the front door, but it didn't seem annoying.

This would move on to the next stage.

"Um, Mr. Loran, if it's a good idea, why don't we celebrate?

"What? Celebrate?

"Yes, Mr. Loran, I'm here because I haven't even said a word of celebration yet."

"Speaking of celebrations, you haven't either. He said he got the number one number of destroyers because of it."

Monica was horrified to learn that Loran remembered number one in the destruction.

"We're all busy, and we can't just get together, but hopefully we can at least celebrate just the two of us..."

"Of course that's fine..."

(Kind of going for a drink now)

Even the closest place to a drinker is quite a distance from here.

I was hesitant to go out any further with this tired body on the boulder, no matter how much my lovely men invited me.

"Mr. Loran. What if..."

"Hmm?"

"What about celebrating at Mr. Loran's house?

"What, in my house?

"Yes, of course, if Mr. Loran would like..."

(Please, Mr. Loran, don't say no)

Monica pleaded in her heart feeling like praying.

"Uh, yeah. I hope so."

Loran remembered that his room wasn't really cleaned up.

Can I give you a girl, albeit a subordinate, in such a room?

Monica felt such a sensitivity to Loran's anxiety.

"It's okay. I don't care at all if it's in a somewhat messy room. My room is always messed up."

"What? Really?

"Yes, so please don't worry about it"

"Um, well, if you say so much"

(Still, I'm going to be busy for a while. She did her best, but she's pathetic without a reward. Should I do it while we can celebrate)

"I get it. Go up."

"Thank you!

"But I'm gonna ask you to really give me a break for just messing around."

"It's okay. I'm sure it's more scattered in my room."

Monica goes into Loran's room, saying so.

Loran's room wasn't as messy as I thought.

to the extent that clothing is scattered on the bed and sofa.

That was due to the fact that Loran didn't own much extra trinkets.

(Good. This much would be perfectly fine)

Monica took a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's too dirty, but if it's this much, I can clean it up a little.

I wouldn't be inhibited from feeling romantic either.

"Mr. Loran, I will prepare your dishes."

"Oh, thank you. Then I'll clean up the room."

The two split into kitchens and rooms and started working.

Monica arranged the plates and glasses on the desk, and Loran folded the clothes and then the two of us sat on the couch in front of the desk.

"Well, congrats on destroying number one again"

"Congratulations to Mr. Loran on his appointment as head of the 'Golden Eagle' guild, too"

The two toasted with a glass of wine, eating a knob, and chatting soothingly.

Also about next semester's dungeon offense.

"From what I hear," Golden Eagle "is next semester. Troop II will be in charge of" Dungeons of Mines, "

"Oh, that's right. I'm going to order them to attack the mine dungeon."

"But is it okay? We'll be attacking the Mine Dungeons next season. I'm sorry to bother you, but I don't think the Golden Eagle can fathom us now."

"Right. They will fail you miserably."

"Is that okay? If you lose to us because you've been appointed head of the Alliance, you have no place for Mr. Loran..."

"Oh, fine. Fine. Don't worry about it. You guys do your best to encourage the dungeon offense, as always."

Loran was hazy after that.

"You can't tell anyone what I just said."

"Yeah, of course it is"

Loran was horrified.

Monica won't have anything else to say.

"I can't say very loud, but I'm bumping into you guys after I find out they're gonna lose."

"Really?

"That's right. I really don't want to bother sending them into a losing battle. [M] But you can't help it, can you? Otherwise, they'll get in my way. Damn, Gone, I'll ignore the orders, I'll defy you, so I wonder what the hell you want. I didn't know you wanted to sign up for a losing match."

Loran felt his heart weaken.

I wouldn't normally reveal my stupidity about my men like this.

Because we drink delicious alcohol and have cute girls talk to each other, there will be, but the truth was that we are opening up to work in The Golden Eagle.

"I hate to say this, but they chose the path of self-destruction from themselves. You deserve it."

Loran said that and then scratched his head like he was trapped in self-loathing.

"Huh. I don't know what you're doing. I... I can't believe I'm giving a budget to a subordinate who's about to destroy himself. Maybe I shouldn't have taken on the guild leader of The Golden Eagle after all"

"Mr. Loran is not bad."

"What?"

"Because that's what people want to strangle themselves everywhere. So just because those people lost, disgraced, or hurt doesn't mean Mr. Loran feels responsible."

"Monica......"

Loran felt like he could take a grip on the back of his chest.

"Thank you. I feel a little easier thanks to you."

"No, no, no. It's no big deal compared to what Mr. Loran did to me."

"Ha. If I ask you to say so, I will run out of appraiser profits. Well, we should get back to it anyway. It means they don't have to do anything about it. Instead, you shouldn't be alarmed or sympathetic and get your feet shrugged. You just have to think about succeeding as an adventurer."

"Okay. Then you're going to kill me, the men from that second unit, on Cotempan."

"Oh, please."

"Anyone who pulls Mr. Loran's leg, I'll take it all out."

"Ha. Thank you. You're a really honest and good boy."

Loran turned his eyes to Monica to compliment the well-made student.

When Monica is treated like this by Loran, she gets more comfortable sticking around.

(Ugh. What do I do? I want to stay like this with Mr. Loran all the time)

I really want to continue a relationship like this with my students and teachers all the time.

But if he stays silent, Loran goes back under Lillianne or Jill.

(Make up your mind, Monica. It's okay. If you imitate Uffine, I'm sure even Mr. Loran...) "Mr. Loran, you're out of alcohol. Go ahead."

Monica pours alcohol into Loran's glass.

"Oh, thank you"

Loran savored Monica's wine.

"Phew. And it's hot."

Monica took off her jacket and became a thin sleeveless.

Loran sees what she looks like and reason is about to blow away.

Because the puffiness peeking through her thin clothes was no worse than Jill's.

"What's wrong?

Monica asks, looking strangely at Loran's face.

On top of that, he bends forward and takes an attitude that makes it easy for Loran to see his chest.

"Oh, no, it's nothing."

Loran rushed to look away from Monica's chest.

Even then, Monica put her shoulders on, touched her arms, and sometimes her chest on Loran's arm.

Loran's also seemed less than full of these games, and even touched her shoulders from Loran's.

Monica was so embarrassed that her face turned bright red whenever she touched Loran or was touched, but on the other hand, she was horrified.

Loran never hates himself on a physiological level.

At least that means I'm not the type to hate being touched by my body.

(Good)

Monica relieved herself from the bottom of her heart.

If it had been rejected at this point, I would have been unable to recover for the rest of my life.

The rest is how far you will respond to your thoughts.

"Whoa, this is the time."

Loran checked the clock and was surprised.

It was sometime late at night when I was talking in.

"It's time to open up. I'll send it to you."

Loran noticed his body shaking.

(I don't know. Have you drunk too much?)

"Mr. Loran, please don't push me. Let's have some more fun."

Monica takes his arm and tries to make him sit on the couch again.

After a little more time, Loran would be hard pressed to tell Monica to go home, too.

"No, but you, it's time to go home..."

"I would be perfectly fine. I'm fine."

"No, but..."

"What, shall we stay?

"What?"

For the first time, Loran looked at Monica's face with such eyes.

It's okay. I'm an adult now.

"No, because how many adults are you..."

"Isn't that nice? He said he took off his wings a little bit. Or do you not like being with me, Mr. Loran?

"No, not that I don't like it or anything..."

"Well, I like Mr. Loran."

Monica said, blushing or blushing.

"Monica, I'm in trouble..."

"Of course, I know Mr. Loran is dating Mr. Lillianne. So, you know... even the second one."

"What are you talking about? Just calm down. I can't believe it's second."

"But Mr. Loran's staying in Jill's room, too."

"Ugh, why did you..."

"Jill aside from Lillianne, why can't I be the only one when I'm dating Mr. Loran? That's no reason."

Monica said as she looked like she was still going to cry.

"Or am I not that attractive after all? Does Mr. Loran hate me?

"Monica, you're attractive enough. But I can't get my hands on you..."

"Ugh. Then how can you like me, Mr. Loran? Would you like it if you were guild leader, like Mr. Lillianne? Or would you like it if you became an S-class adventurer, like Mr. Jill?

Loran struggled to respond to what he had said.

I don't care what you think. She's not a captain or a vessel of S-class adventurers.

"Monica... you have a good thing about you"

"Ugh, then prove it"

"Proof?"

"'Cause you don't even like spending the night with me, do you?

"You know, you're an excellent bowman (Archer)..."

"Ugh, that doesn't mean anything. If you don't like Mr. Loran, I'll stop being a bowman."

"Monica......"

Loran is getting loving about Monica.

Why do people pursue things beyond their reach and try to reach out?

Somehow, I want to make her wish come true.

"Okay, Monica. I'm gonna spend the night in this room with you."

"Mr. Loran......"

"However..."

Loran stared into Monica's eyes.

Close your eyes softly and become a man's face.

Monica was thrilled.

It's just for tonight.

Monica was pushed down, wondering if Loran grabbed her shoulders gently.

Monica is then stripped of her clothes and rubbed to pieces.

The next day, Monica was heading out to the dungeon.

Despite drinking late last night, there was no hangover, but rather a refreshing mood.

When Monica is feeling the comfortable morning breeze, Uffinee and Shakuma will soon come too.

"Ohh. Monica."

"Morning, Uffine"

"Oh, I'm sleepy."

"Morning training is tight"

Both Uffine and Shakuma seem to be sleeping.

Monica laughed cously.

"Well, let's do a light stretch until I wake up drowsy."

"Hmm? Monica."

Yufine looks at Monica's face in surprise.

"Hmm? What?

"Did something happen to you?

"What?"

"You feel kind of suddenly grown up"

Shakuma also peered into Monica's face.

"Really?

"That's right. What happened to you?

Uffine turned her eyes to blame for her friend's runaway.

"Nothing. Let's get to training."

"Oh, wait a minute."

Monica left two people suffering from a lack of sleep and ran away.

A breeze blows and I stroke my ear hair.

The load I had been carrying was completely removed and I felt light.