𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔: 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐥
I play with the white cat, Lion King (named by Asuka), by swinging a hemp string.
He’s said to be about a year old, but he’s quite an excellent hunter, and the mice in the clan’s cabin have completely quieted down.
“Good job, Lion King. You’re a capable cat.”
I praise Lion King, who is punching the string I dangle.
“You’re like a father who’s been fired from his job, ignored by his family, and only has his pet to talk to, Nel-san.”
“Stop it! Don’t set my character so specifically!”
I took a big hit from Miliaria’s calm observation.
I’m almost dead.
Just kill me quickly.
“By the way, what are you doing on your day off? Instead of staying at home, you should go to a casino or a brothel.”
Miliaria spreads her arms and shakes her head in disbelief.
“Don’t encourage children to engage in bad adult activities.”
I’m the one who’s dumbfounded.
Being encouraged to gamble and womanize by a girl, what kind of person does she think I am?
“I’m just kidding. If you cheat, I’ll kill Nel-san and then myself.”
“That’s scary!”
When did we ever get into such a relationship?
“We sleep in the same space every day, don’t we?”
“That’s true.”
After all, there’s no concept of rooms in this clan cabin.
The three girls sleep in beds placed in the loft, and if you look down from there, you can see me sleeping in the space used as a living room.
There are no partitions or anything like that, so it’s possible to argue that it’s the same space.
If you think about it in two dimensions, we’re not even ten fists apart.
But if you think about it in three dimensions, it’s the first and second floors.
“The fact is, if you laze around in the house, it will never get cleaned up, so I want you to go out and play.”
“Day by day, I’m being treated worse. I don’t have money to go out and play.”
I sit up from my lying position on the floor and stretch.
“Why is that? Even we still have warm pockets.”
Miliaria tilts her head.
We have the reward from the battle at the foot of the mountain, and we also received additional rewards from General Kytes. Plus, we’ve completed a couple of subjugation requests since then, so our personal wallets should be warm.
“I used it for some personal business.”
I scratch my head.
Unfortunately, my personal assets have become almost zero.
“Personal business? Did you donate to a woman in a brothel? Trying to look cool by letting her out of the cage.”
“Something like that.”
“Really?!”
I wave my hand at Miliaria, who is freaking out even though she brought up the topic, and leave the clan cabin.
She’s a busy girl.
Anyway, I feel bad about getting in the way of Miliaria, who’s on cleaning duty, so I guess I’ll just wander around town.
I can’t eat or drink, so it’s really just a walk.
I mean, the only things you can do without money are breathing and imagining yourself rich and enjoying it.
So, as usual, I’m at the adventurer’s guild.
“Jennifer. I love you. Please treat me to tea.”
“Sorry. I don’t love you, so I can’t treat you.”
And I was easily rejected.
I’m thirsty.
“I won’t treat someone who hits on me because they’re thirsty. Please drink water at the training ground’s water station.”
“Oh, right. That’s there. Thank you, Jennifer.”
I raise my right hand and head to the training ground.
Not all adventurer guilds have this, but the guild in the trading city of Gaillia has a modest training ground, and registered adventurers can use it for free.
Well, it’s really modest, they just provide dummies for practice and lend wooden swords.
What’s important is not that, but the fact that clean water drawn from the guild’s basement is available for free.
“I don’t usually use it, so I completely forgot.”
I gulp down two cups of water in one go.
I finally feel human again.
Being able to drink water for free is a bit of a privilege.
Wait, it’s not free.
I’m paying a sponsorship fee. It’s not cheap at all.
The more achievements you accumulate as an adventurer, the higher your evaluation, the larger the amount you have to pay.
Isn’t that a brutal system?
Of course, it’s definitely better than the reverse.
I place the cup in the return slot while thinking about such trivial things.
If I keep drinking water, my stomach will become bloated.
“Huh? Isn’t that Asuka?”
When I look at the training ground, a red-haired girl doing a mock battle comes into view.
I didn’t notice at all because I was thirsty.
“Speaking of which, she’s even training on her day off.”
I sigh.
It’s very good to have ambition, but you have to rest properly when it’s time to rest.
Overtraining can actually break your body.
“But well, her skills have improved a lot.”
Asuka, who is swinging her wooden sword in all directions, has become much stronger than she was three months ago.
First of all, there is no waste in her movements.
And she has started to be able to properly observe her surroundings.
So,
“Ah, it’s Nel-san! Hey!”
She noticed me and waved her hand. In the middle of a mock battle.
“Open!”
At that moment, the wooden sword that her opponent struck made a light sound as it hit Asuka’s helmet.
“Ouch!”
Yeah.
The part where she gets easily distracted hasn’t grown at all.
Let’s make that a task for the future.
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『”ᴀᴡᴇʙsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs.ᴄᴏᴍ” – ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ “ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs” ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ᴛᴏ “ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs”.』
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