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The terms of exchange offered to Demon King Castle by Mr. Mara were quite contemplated. Simply put, a staffing assignment. That's right, Stull is a staffing guild. In short, Sturl sends a selection of people who can work at the Demon King's Castle. Exactly dispatch.

All those who work in the Castle of the Demon King are so-called demons. I mean, like I thought earlier, what the Demon King says is absolute! They're just people. Let's send a little outside wind to the somewhat isolated and creepy Castle of the Demon King by sending a sub who isn't, I think, something like that.

Hmm, but this is kind of like a bet in a way, isn't it? I think it's important to include people who aren't demon king supremacists. But that's why I think there are more elements that can be rubbed.

The same opinion jumped out of Richt when I was thinking about it. I knew you would.

'Yeah, that's why I'm seconded. If it doesn't fold well, you can fire me. This is the one we sent out. I'll take care of the returnees here. Besides, even the way you hire them is for a limited time, isn't that right? For example, you should hire the Demon King just for business while he's away from the castle.'

Oh, that could be more like a short-term part-time job. If you simply want manpower, that's enough, right?

"I will interview you to determine if you are the person we seek."

'That doesn't matter. Something you can refuse if you can't. However, if you say so beforehand, I will send some personnel.'

'What if there was a problem with the seconded personnel?

"It's Stoll's, I mean, it's my responsibility to introduce it. I'll be out in a minute. '

Mara responds slushly to Mr. Kron, who is going to pale check. It's cool, Mr. Mara, to say the least about your responsibility as the top one! Sturl is a really good guild.

'I know that's true of any business, but is trust important? Because I only knew those things with knowledge until I became Sturl's representative. I'm still a handyman. But I want to show you the utmost sincerity. "

Speaking of which, Mr. Mara hasn't been out of high elf town in a very long time. You'll forget that fact by accident.

"... high elf knowledge weighs, really, amazing"

"Ronnie, I'm a high elf too, but I don't feel like I can be like that...?

Is it something that can rebuild a guild that collapsed once just because of the knowledge it had? No, that's definitely not all. I think it's the gift of Mara's arms, her efforts, that sort of thing.

"But in the future, in my long life, I will experience all sorts of things. Meg's not stuck in town, it's gonna be more, more awesome."

"Ugh, yeah, I wonder? I don't feel much different after all."

Besides, I'm not sure I can remember a huge amount of knowledge. I wonder if you can remember me because I'm Mr. Mara.... I don't know if any of the other high elves are here. If you have a good memory or a racist pattern, it's a one-changer. But so far, I don't think I have a good memory. Hmm, too far into the future to imagine.

'Hold on tight! Hold on tight!

All of a sudden, I heard screams. This is a joint meeting? Yeah, no. Because everyone's attitude doesn't change. If so... predictive dreams? Seeing while awake, it's a predictive dream.

'Don't stay like this, it's dangerous...! Guys, help me out!

"Come on, I can't help it! I'm sorry... '

Only audio keeps flowing into my brain. After that, I can't hear what you're saying with multiple voices mixed in that panic with Warwer. The voice is familiar, too, but I don't know whose voice it is. The only thing I know is that someone is in a crisis situation. Everyone is desperately practicing witchcraft to help someone. That person is in a dangerous situation... who is it? Is there anything I can do, too?

"Meg?"

"... Huh?

Looking sideways, Ronnie was leaning her neck and peeking into my face. Shit, were you blurry again?

"I think I was confused. Are you okay?"

I knew it! I panicked, I was just getting a little hungry! and misled. You're a foodie. But Ronnie laughed cuckoo and didn't hear any more, so okay. It's okay, I'm a foodie. Well, it's true.

Still, I've been a little overdreaming lately, haven't I? I feel like you do it a lot, don't you? I guess it's because of more magic. Or is something really at stake? Somehow I feel the latter. 'Cause you see how disturbing it is to keep standing. I know this is what happened when every predictive dream was different, but here's the thing... I feel like my chest is going to bother me. I wonder if there's anything to do with therapy.

"Sa, we're in for a break over there, and let's get some rest! We've almost decided to hold a fight in the first half… I'm sure we'll pack the details in the second half."

Pampered and hands ringing, Mr. Saura tells everyone that, then he puts his hand on his mouth with a bump and a grunt and thinks something. They've already assembled a martial arts tournament. Exactly.

"Meg has time to go to bed after dinner. I'll tell you about the second half tomorrow."

"Oh well, you're going to be late. Ok!"

This place obeys Mr. Gill's words honestly. I've had to take a nap, but as soon as it's still night, I can't help but want to sleep. Don't worry, the sleeping kids will grow up! Besides, I understand the atmosphere of the joint meeting. We in the visitors' room had a little air while drinking tea, but that's it.

"Good boy."

That's what I'm gonna say and stroke your head. I thought Mr. Gill was a little too handsome.

"May I join you?

"Rudd, spin it! Go ahead -!"

Three of Mr. Gill and Ronnie head to the dining room, and as they are taking their seats, Dr. Rudd answers in seconds as he has spoken. Even if there's no reason to say no. To my reply too soon, Dr. Rudd was laughing at Couscous, but he didn't care.

I'll take turns picking up dinner and have everyone with me where we're all set. I have cream stew today. It's already delicious from the scent. Baked, fluffy bread, lots of salad with tomatoes. The stew also contains chicken with grilled eyes and is well prepared to eat. To avoid being jerked off. When I sifted and cheeked, the taste of happiness spread across my mouth. Yum!

"You always look delicious to eat, Meg."

"Lahe, ohi-mon"

"Meg... swallow and then talk"

Whoa, that wasn't a little behaving. Mr. Gill laughed bitterly when he cautioned me. There, Ronnie. Too much laughter!

"Will Ronnie be listening to the second half of the meeting?

"Ah, yes. I want to know how things are going to be decided, because"

"Yeah, I think it's gonna be a good study"

Listen to the conversation while chewing on the moggy moggy and chicken. Oh, well, Ronnie's already an adult. Joining adults. Nice, I want to join you soon, too.

"Meg's going to bed now, isn't she? Can you give me some time before I go to bed?

"Time?"

Now swallow it thoroughly before responding to Dr. Rudd's words. I learned. I did.

"I told you I'd explain later. It's about therapy."

"Ah..."

Of course, I didn't forget. But I was surprised because I didn't think you'd talk to me so soon. Because if you're too relaxed, you won't be able to make it later in the meeting.

"You don't have to worry about the meeting. I have yarn. If you're in the guild, you can talk to them separately."

"Oh, that? Was it on your face?

"Hehe, Meg is really easy to understand"

I feel indescribable because it explains exactly what I was worried about ahead of time. Yes, Dr. Rudd is a subhuman of permeable spiders. If you can reach the yarn, you can detect people's movements, right? I've heard that if you release a small spider into that thread, if it's near field, you can pick up the sound as well.

But isn't it hard to explain while you listen? Sounds like it won't be hard, sorry. First of all, the specs aren't the same height as normal people. These people... Especially the Heavy Town members of Ortus!

"I'll come with you."

"And Mr. Gill?... Are you sure?

"You're worried, aren't you?

Oh, are you expecting Mr. Gill? Some of them are easy for me to understand, but they always do that by discerning what they want me to say and do. I'm no match for you.

Then my answer is just one.

"... yeah. I'm glad you're coming with me. Thank you, Mr. Gill."

Being honest. I think I'm getting pretty good at it. I used to, I used to just shy away here, but I realized that would make them sad. Look, Mr. Gill laughed happily at me. I know you're going to react like this, so I can feel safe and sweet. Who cares if he doesn't say Wagamama?... It'll be sweet for Heavy Town members.

"Meg. I, I don't know... if everyone's following me, it's okay"

"Ronnie...... thanks!

And Ronnie, I'm sure, won't be hearing more about it. It keeps me calm unless I speak from myself. If I were in the opposite position, I think I'd have to worry about Ronnie if he was important. So that's what Ronnie's place is, respect it.

I want you to listen to me properly and ask Ronnie to listen to me too if you think you can talk...

"It was you! Sorry to keep you waiting all the time..."

And, as usual, after-dinner greetings after waiting for me to finish eating at the end. I know nobody cares. The habit of apologizing doesn't heal. Former Japanese company animal spirit, strong.

Everyone said they were headed to the conference room once, so I went to the bathroom alone. I hear Mr. Gill and Dr. Rudd will be waiting for you at the exit when you get out of the bath. Hey, let's hurry up!