Chapter 128: 124 When trouble can be incorporated into your work schedule...
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I came to the state-run dungeon facility of Mr. Gray's description.
Even if it was a military facility, it wasn't so stuffy, and the part where a being like me could go in and out was like the city hall I knew.
There is a counter, and beyond it a clerk is writing papers.
The only difference between it and the Japanese city hall is that the people are fantastical, such as sub-humans and demons, and soldiers stand at the entrance instead of guards, and the purchase of materials is accepted in the distance?
As for the rest, well, as you can see, almost everyone is armed, including me.
And I'm the only human being in such a space, I've been exposed to a lot of strange stares since I came here, and I've gotten used to it, but even here I'm being exposed.
At first, I was waiting with Myitt, and Gray was going through the formalities, but there was some difficulty, so Myitt went to help him.
So I waited alone, with no one to talk to, and all I could do was wait quietly, while people kept staring at me weirdly again.
To be honest, I secretly regret that I should have gone with you, but as the exposure continues, I get used to it, but it's still stressful to endure the stares.
I thought about wearing a mask, but that would make me look suspicious, so I decided against it.
It's not like I was tickled by old wounds of neuromania or anything.
To whom do I make excuses?
You've been killing time, laughing at yourself for tsk tsking in your mind, but it's about time you got tired of it.
The best way to stay out of trouble is to keep a low profile.
Do nothing, and nothing will be done.
That alone will keep the peace.
Once again, I'm alone against the pillar, waiting for them, but this time the process seems to be taking longer, and another hour has gone by.
It's taking too long in any case.
I won't say that I'm tired of waiting, but if it's this late, I'm worried that some trouble is happening.
Recently, or rather, since I became a member of the demon king's army, I don't think I've had much peace.
Therefore, this pattern makes me wonder if there is definitely trouble again.
"Hey, why is there a human here?
Isn't some nobleman's slave?
Oh, the human race, the weakness is contagious.
And they don't come off as well as I'd like them to.
There are people standing in front of me that I would expect to see on some RPG's ticker that says goblins have appeared, orcs have appeared, or imps have appeared.
No, just one? They are small and flapping their wings as they fly, but they look like the kind of people a brave man would fight for if he were to slay a dragon.
Is this the kind of entanglement promised in the adventurers' guild?
I was quietly and discreetly taking care of myself and wondering why I was getting involved, but the person in front of me doesn't seem to care about my situation or feelings, and I have to deal with it even if I don't want to.
What can I do for you?
"Oh, you babbled!
"You called me, what can I do for you?
If you talk to them, they will treat you as if they have seen a rare animal.
You're human, so you can at least speak the language, you think to yourself, and observe the other side.
You turn your attention to the goblin, who is far weaker than Mr. Skegob, who often drinks coffee with you in the company.
Smile a sly smile and laugh at what's amusing.
Three moves, or maybe two if you cut corners to see what's going on.
Based on the strength of their magic, gait, and spirit, I'll try to subdue them all with my bare hands, and figure out what the three goblins in front of me want from me.
It's definitely not because they want to be my friend or anything.
It's also definitely not out of kindness.
The look on your face, the way you're smiling but not showing any positive emotions, indicates that this is not a good thing either.
You'll be able to see that you don't like being in this place anyway, and that's not a mistake.
Human, this is no place for you to be. Put that armor down and walk away.
I knew it, I thought, and resisted the urge to sigh at the only time I needed to look up at the large orc man in the room.
"No, I'm waiting for someone here. If you're in my way, we'll swap places.
Discontinue the conversation as soon as possible.
The story is not worth listening to, and you can deal with being touched.
But in an environment where it's clear that you're out of options if you mess with us, the only thing you can do is walk away.
If you are the protagonist of the story, this is where you will get into trouble, and from there, you will get into trouble, but we will make sure that you don't.
The odds of that ever succeeding are low, mostly in the instructor's circle.
But whether you do or don't make a difference in your mental fatigue.
So I've decided that the conversation is a waste of time, and I'm going to cut it off unilaterally.
You know, I hate to say this, but my visit to this facility is only temporary.
I don't have a base here, and I don't plan on settling here.
I know this won't be enough for today, but if you're walking away in a few days, this is the best way to go, even if it's a little less impressive.
This guy is a human being.
Somehow or other, the existence of such personalities in each other's lives is the reason why wars never cease to exist.
There was also Isreal's demon king's army of people who claim to be evil and the people in front of them are weak, so they try to control them.
Their arguments are truly water and oil.
They can only clash without mixing them.
There is no way to find a compromise in this attitude, and as it is, conversation is reduced to a mere waste of time and energy.
To avoid this, you duck under the orc's arm and move to a pillar a short distance away to stand quietly on your back again.
If it gets involved again, return to your original position.
Ignore all the rattling and whining.
I thought he'd give up eventually.
But he's persistent.
"Because you licked it!
"You're human and you ignore me!
I'll kill you.
Normally, if you ignore them so much, they would leave you, but these guys never give up and continue to get involved.
They've been following me around like a maniac.
I appreciate your patience, but this is a pain in the ass for us.
What's going to happen next?
What are you guys doing?
No time to think.
You know, this much commotion usually gets soldiers moving.
I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up in it. I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up.
"We were just trying to get rid of this human! This is no place for humans to come! I know!
If you explain the situation to the approaching soldiers first, the screams of the orcs, driven by emotion, will follow.
Sixty percent of the people around you seem to agree with that voice.
And worse, the soldier in front of me is included in that 60 percent.
From a distance, they must have thought I was some kind of subhuman.
I think they realized I was human when they got close.
They turned their swordsmanship toward me, not toward the orcs who were causing the ruckus.
This is what I expected to happen, I thought inwardly as I grumbled, but how can this be hostile territory for a colleague?
"Combat slaves, people like you stay outside! Next time you make a scene, you can blame your Lord!
Before I had time to excuse myself for not being a slave, the soldier caught me in the arm and dragged me toward the entrance, where he used his demon strength to pull me in.
I could have ducked, but I didn't want to do that, and that would have inconvenienced Mr. Gray and the others.
The orcs are looking at me with a grin on their faces, and I can't help but notice that they're grinning at me.
This time, without holding back, I let out a sigh and move to the side of the pillar to get out of anyone's way, resting my back and waiting quietly.
"That was a disaster, brother.
"......
Oh, you're ignoring me.
"...... Huh, do you respond honestly to being spoken to after a disaster?
But if there is a god of misfortune, he loves me too much.
I was gazing vacantly at the edge of my field of vision and out of the corner of my eye, I saw two pointy golden mountains.
I recognized them as ears, but I couldn't react immediately because I knew they were just passersby.
I realized it was talking to me and looked down to see a mischievous girl looking up at me.
Her face is trim.
With pointy ears, she could be a fox or a dog or a wolf, a golden color scheme that suggested she was a fox beastman, the same color hair pulled back into a short bun, and a girl old enough to be a little young but still showing her feminine colors.
The eyes are still going to go to her neck rather than her face, thinking that she will become a beautiful woman in the future.
The brother's s*x.
"You know you're looking at my neck.
The collar that asserts its pretty appearance more than its fullness as a woman.
The girl who shows a mischievous gesture to cover her breasts makes an expression as if she does not want you to focus on it, if anything.
The same slave brother would understand, wouldn't he? See, your brother's master doesn't wear them, but my master likes to wear them.
I don't know. I'm not exactly a slave, you know.
"No!"?
"What's the point of lying?
Who needs a man's collar, but it's the first time I've seen a slave.
You're not chained up and allowed to talk like this.
No, she thought they were the same slave and spoke to you.
Maybe it's because she doesn't have a master nearby, but she seems to be allowed more freedom than the slaves she knows from novels and history.
"I thought they were combat slaves bound by the slave crest, but are they really not?
Do humans have such a low status in this country?
You can't even get a good job without the Lord's protection. That's not the norm.
...... Okay, so the supervisors are worried about how to use us, too?
I knew you had a master.
No, I'm talking about my boss.
There were several internal problems that occurred in the company.
The cause was also a clash of common sense.
The president was a moderate and other executives, hawks, hard-liners who planned to use people as expendable commodities, were the cause of the trouble.
Most of the trouble I got into when I became chief must have been caused by such people.
The tendency to treat human beings as if they are expendable, which is commonplace here, at least for the girl in front of you, is probably an everyday story.
I came here to get ready for marriage, why do I have to talk about such a blue story.
Shouldn't this be a happier event at a time like this?
"Hmmm, well, I'll take that as a yes!
And it seems that the girl in front of me wants to make me a slave.
It's more realistic than believing the story of a person from another world, but it's more responsive to the gaze of those who say "I know what I'm talking about" than to be looked at in a strange way.
You're in the presence of a young girl, and you can't smoke in front of her, so you're tormented by the double burden of not being able to smoke.
Jiro-kun! There you are.
"Mr. Myitt, Mr. Gray,
I guess my wish was answered when Mr. Might and Ms. Gray came out of the doorway.
They must have come to find me when I wasn't in the building.
They walk over to me at a brisk pace.
Thank you for your patience. It took me a while to get into the dungeon, is this young lady here?
"I'm a stranger who just met you. I don't even know your name.
"Isn't your brother awful?
It's true.
"Beastmen, foxes?
And as a father, I would be curious if there was a woman next to me that I didn't know.
If they think you're a guy who's picking on them, you're in trouble, so make the relationship clear.
The girl will protest, but you ignore her.
I won't let the two stepfathers get the wrong idea about my upcoming marriage.
Myrt nodded her head in understanding, but Gray seemed to have other implications.
So you think you'll be able to get into the dungeon soon?
That said, we're having a bit of a problem
"Problem?
"The person in charge here says that we can't let anyone in the dungeon who isn't a slave. Even if I explain that I belong to the Demon King's Army, along with the paperwork we have prepared, he won't give me permission.
"Apparently, the person in charge here is not a moderate, he said that he could not allow a person with no ability to enter the dungeon because it would be an unnecessary stimulus to the dungeon.
"I mean?
To avoid such misunderstandings, I brought up the subject to distract her from her story, and in an instant their mood changed.
Oh, I know.
Now these two are very angry.
Gray's expressionlessness has been further refined and his emotions have been stripped away, while Meitte's polite tone is still the same as Meitte's, but her expression is more powerful as she is filled with magic.
It's a good thing that you're able to get permission from the searcher's party that they have prepared for you, Jiro-kun, I'm sorry, but could you please go and pass the test? No hard work, no mercy, no forgiveness, no mercy, so please do the best you can.
Hmmm, you'll have to use that ability to the fullest, as my daughter tells me.
Words may not be enough, but they were probably said a lot about me.
The eyes tell more than words.
The two of you are so angry that you can see the words "Never forgive," and the words "never forgive" appear in your eyes.
What did the person in charge of this place say to anger these two relatively mild-mannered people to this extent?
It's not here to ask, but it's not here to ask now.
Now is not the time to ask.
Okay, I'll do my best.
The only thing to do was to smile and nod.
Word of the Day
Smile, not tugging, right?
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I came to the state-run dungeon facility of Mr. Gray's description.
Even if it was a military facility, it wasn't so stuffy, and the part where a being like me could go in and out was like the city hall I knew.
There is a counter, and beyond it a clerk is writing papers.
The only difference between it and the Japanese city hall is that the people are fantastical, such as sub-humans and demons, and soldiers stand at the entrance instead of guards, and the purchase of materials is accepted in the distance?
As for the rest, well, as you can see, almost everyone is armed, including me.
And I'm the only human being in such a space, I've been exposed to a lot of strange stares since I came here, and I've gotten used to it, but even here I'm being exposed.
At first, I was waiting with Myitt, and Gray was going through the formalities, but there was some difficulty, so Myitt went to help him.
So I waited alone, with no one to talk to, and all I could do was wait quietly, while people kept staring at me weirdly again.
To be honest, I secretly regret that I should have gone with you, but as the exposure continues, I get used to it, but it's still stressful to endure the stares.
I thought about wearing a mask, but that would make me look suspicious, so I decided against it.
It's not like I was tickled by old wounds of neuromania or anything.
To whom do I make excuses?
You've been killing time, laughing at yourself for tsk tsking in your mind, but it's about time you got tired of it.
The best way to stay out of trouble is to keep a low profile.
Do nothing, and nothing will be done.
That alone will keep the peace.
Once again, I'm alone against the pillar, waiting for them, but this time the process seems to be taking longer, and another hour has gone by.
It's taking too long in any case.
I won't say that I'm tired of waiting, but if it's this late, I'm worried that some trouble is happening.
Recently, or rather, since I became a member of the demon king's army, I don't think I've had much peace.
Therefore, this pattern makes me wonder if there is definitely trouble again.
"Hey, why is there a human here?
Isn't some nobleman's slave?
Oh, the human race, the weakness is contagious.
And they don't come off as well as I'd like them to.
There are people standing in front of me that I would expect to see on some RPG's ticker that says goblins have appeared, orcs have appeared, or imps have appeared.
No, just one? They are small and flapping their wings as they fly, but they look like the kind of people a brave man would fight for if he were to slay a dragon.
Is this the kind of entanglement promised in the adventurers' guild?
I was quietly and discreetly taking care of myself and wondering why I was getting involved, but the person in front of me doesn't seem to care about my situation or feelings, and I have to deal with it even if I don't want to.
What can I do for you?
"Oh, you babbled!
"You called me, what can I do for you?
If you talk to them, they will treat you as if they have seen a rare animal.
You're human, so you can at least speak the language, you think to yourself, and observe the other side.
You turn your attention to the goblin, who is far weaker than Mr. Skegob, who often drinks coffee with you in the company.
Smile a sly smile and laugh at what's amusing.
Three moves, or maybe two if you cut corners to see what's going on.
Based on the strength of their magic, gait, and spirit, I'll try to subdue them all with my bare hands, and figure out what the three goblins in front of me want from me.
It's definitely not because they want to be my friend or anything.
It's also definitely not out of kindness.
The look on your face, the way you're smiling but not showing any positive emotions, indicates that this is not a good thing either.
You'll be able to see that you don't like being in this place anyway, and that's not a mistake.
Human, this is no place for you to be. Put that armor down and walk away.
I knew it, I thought, and resisted the urge to sigh at the only time I needed to look up at the large orc man in the room.
"No, I'm waiting for someone here. If you're in my way, we'll swap places.
Discontinue the conversation as soon as possible.
The story is not worth listening to, and you can deal with being touched.
But in an environment where it's clear that you're out of options if you mess with us, the only thing you can do is walk away.
If you are the protagonist of the story, this is where you will get into trouble, and from there, you will get into trouble, but we will make sure that you don't.
The odds of that ever succeeding are low, mostly in the instructor's circle.
But whether you do or don't make a difference in your mental fatigue.
So I've decided that the conversation is a waste of time, and I'm going to cut it off unilaterally.
You know, I hate to say this, but my visit to this facility is only temporary.
I don't have a base here, and I don't plan on settling here.
I know this won't be enough for today, but if you're walking away in a few days, this is the best way to go, even if it's a little less impressive.
This guy is a human being.
Somehow or other, the existence of such personalities in each other's lives is the reason why wars never cease to exist.
There was also Isreal's demon king's army of people who claim to be evil and the people in front of them are weak, so they try to control them.
Their arguments are truly water and oil.
They can only clash without mixing them.
There is no way to find a compromise in this attitude, and as it is, conversation is reduced to a mere waste of time and energy.
To avoid this, you duck under the orc's arm and move to a pillar a short distance away to stand quietly on your back again.
If it gets involved again, return to your original position.
Ignore all the rattling and whining.
I thought he'd give up eventually.
But he's persistent.
"Because you licked it!
"You're human and you ignore me!
I'll kill you.
Normally, if you ignore them so much, they would leave you, but these guys never give up and continue to get involved.
They've been following me around like a maniac.
I appreciate your patience, but this is a pain in the ass for us.
What's going to happen next?
What are you guys doing?
No time to think.
You know, this much commotion usually gets soldiers moving.
I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up in it. I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up.
"We were just trying to get rid of this human! This is no place for humans to come! I know!
If you explain the situation to the approaching soldiers first, the screams of the orcs, driven by emotion, will follow.
Sixty percent of the people around you seem to agree with that voice.
And worse, the soldier in front of me is included in that 60 percent.
From a distance, they must have thought I was some kind of subhuman.
I think they realized I was human when they got close.
They turned their swordsmanship toward me, not toward the orcs who were causing the ruckus.
This is what I expected to happen, I thought inwardly as I grumbled, but how can this be hostile territory for a colleague?
"Combat slaves, people like you stay outside! Next time you make a scene, you can blame your Lord!
Before I had time to excuse myself for not being a slave, the soldier caught me in the arm and dragged me toward the entrance, where he used his demon strength to pull me in.
I could have ducked, but I didn't want to do that, and that would have inconvenienced Mr. Gray and the others.
The orcs are looking at me with a grin on their faces, and I can't help but notice that they're grinning at me.
This time, without holding back, I let out a sigh and move to the side of the pillar to get out of anyone's way, resting my back and waiting quietly.
"That was a disaster, brother.
"......
Oh, you're ignoring me.
"...... Huh, do you respond honestly to being spoken to after a disaster?
But if there is a god of misfortune, he loves me too much.
I was gazing vacantly at the edge of my field of vision and out of the corner of my eye, I saw two pointy golden mountains.
I recognized them as ears, but I couldn't react immediately because I knew they were just passersby.
I realized it was talking to me and looked down to see a mischievous girl looking up at me.
Her face is trim.
With pointy ears, she could be a fox or a dog or a wolf, a golden color scheme that suggested she was a fox beastman, the same color hair pulled back into a short bun, and a girl old enough to be a little young but still showing her feminine colors.
The eyes are still going to go to her neck rather than her face, thinking that she will become a beautiful woman in the future.
The brother's s*x.
"You know you're looking at my neck.
The collar that asserts its pretty appearance more than its fullness as a woman.
The girl who shows a mischievous gesture to cover her breasts makes an expression as if she does not want you to focus on it, if anything.
The same slave brother would understand, wouldn't he? See, your brother's master doesn't wear them, but my master likes to wear them.
I don't know. I'm not exactly a slave, you know.
"No!"?
"What's the point of lying?
Who needs a man's collar, but it's the first time I've seen a slave.
You're not chained up and allowed to talk like this.
No, she thought they were the same slave and spoke to you.
Maybe it's because she doesn't have a master nearby, but she seems to be allowed more freedom than the slaves she knows from novels and history.
"I thought they were combat slaves bound by the slave crest, but are they really not?
Do humans have such a low status in this country?
You can't even get a good job without the Lord's protection. That's not the norm.
...... Okay, so the supervisors are worried about how to use us, too?
I knew you had a master.
No, I'm talking about my boss.
There were several internal problems that occurred in the company.
The cause was also a clash of common sense.
The president was a moderate and other executives, hawks, hard-liners who planned to use people as expendable commodities, were the cause of the trouble.
Most of the trouble I got into when I became chief must have been caused by such people.
The tendency to treat human beings as if they are expendable, which is commonplace here, at least for the girl in front of you, is probably an everyday story.
I came here to get ready for marriage, why do I have to talk about such a blue story.
Shouldn't this be a happier event at a time like this?
"Hmmm, well, I'll take that as a yes!
And it seems that the girl in front of me wants to make me a slave.
It's more realistic than believing the story of a person from another world, but it's more responsive to the gaze of those who say "I know what I'm talking about" than to be looked at in a strange way.
You're in the presence of a young girl, and you can't smoke in front of her, so you're tormented by the double burden of not being able to smoke.
Jiro-kun! There you are.
"Mr. Myitt, Mr. Gray,
I guess my wish was answered when Mr. Might and Ms. Gray came out of the doorway.
They must have come to find me when I wasn't in the building.
They walk over to me at a brisk pace.
Thank you for your patience. It took me a while to get into the dungeon, is this young lady here?
"I'm a stranger who just met you. I don't even know your name.
"Isn't your brother awful?
It's true.
"Beastmen, foxes?
And as a father, I would be curious if there was a woman next to me that I didn't know.
If they think you're a guy who's picking on them, you're in trouble, so make the relationship clear.
The girl will protest, but you ignore her.
I won't let the two stepfathers get the wrong idea about my upcoming marriage.
Myrt nodded her head in understanding, but Gray seemed to have other implications.
So you think you'll be able to get into the dungeon soon?
That said, we're having a bit of a problem
"Problem?
"The person in charge here says that we can't let anyone in the dungeon who isn't a slave. Even if I explain that I belong to the Demon King's Army, along with the paperwork we have prepared, he won't give me permission.
"Apparently, the person in charge here is not a moderate, he said that he could not allow a person with no ability to enter the dungeon because it would be an unnecessary stimulus to the dungeon.
"I mean?
To avoid such misunderstandings, I brought up the subject to distract her from her story, and in an instant their mood changed.
Oh, I know.
Now these two are very angry.
Gray's expressionlessness has been further refined and his emotions have been stripped away, while Meitte's polite tone is still the same as Meitte's, but her expression is more powerful as she is filled with magic.
It's a good thing that you're able to get permission from the searcher's party that they have prepared for you, Jiro-kun, I'm sorry, but could you please go and pass the test? No hard work, no mercy, no forgiveness, no mercy, so please do the best you can.
Hmmm, you'll have to use that ability to the fullest, as my daughter tells me.
Words may not be enough, but they were probably said a lot about me.
The eyes tell more than words.
The two of you are so angry that you can see the words "Never forgive," and the words "never forgive" appear in your eyes.
What did the person in charge of this place say to anger these two relatively mild-mannered people to this extent?
It's not here to ask, but it's not here to ask now.
Now is not the time to ask.
Okay, I'll do my best.
The only thing to do was to smile and nod.
Word of the Day
Smile, not tugging, right?
I came to the state-run dungeon facility of Mr. Gray's description.Even if it was a military facility, it wasn't so stuffy, and the part where a being like me could go in and out was like the city hall I knew.There is a counter, and beyond it a clerk is writing papers.The only difference between it and the Japanese city hall is that the people are fantastical, such as sub-humans and demons, and soldiers stand at the entrance instead of guards, and the purchase of materials is accepted in the distance?As for the rest, well, as you can see, almost everyone is armed, including me.And I'm the only human being in such a space, I've been exposed to a lot of strange stares since I came here, and I've gotten used to it, but even here I'm being exposed.At first, I was waiting with Myitt, and Gray was going through the formalities, but there was some difficulty, so Myitt went to help him.So I waited alone, with no one to talk to, and all I could do was wait quietly, while people kept staring at me weirdly again.To be honest, I secretly regret that I should have gone with you, but as the exposure continues, I get used to it, but it's still stressful to endure the stares.I thought about wearing a mask, but that would make me look suspicious, so I decided against it.It's not like I was tickled by old wounds of neuromania or anything.To whom do I make excuses?You've been killing time, laughing at yourself for tsk tsking in your mind, but it's about time you got tired of it.The best way to stay out of trouble is to keep a low profile.Do nothing, and nothing will be done.That alone will keep the peace.Once again, I'm alone against the pillar, waiting for them, but this time the process seems to be taking longer, and another hour has gone by.It's taking too long in any case.I won't say that I'm tired of waiting, but if it's this late, I'm worried that some trouble is happening.Recently, or rather, since I became a member of the demon king's army, I don't think I've had much peace.Therefore, this pattern makes me wonder if there is definitely trouble again."Hey, why is there a human here?Isn't some nobleman's slave?Oh, the human race, the weakness is contagious.And they don't come off as well as I'd like them to.There are people standing in front of me that I would expect to see on some RPG's ticker that says goblins have appeared, orcs have appeared, or imps have appeared.No, just one?They are small and flapping their wings as they fly, but they look like the kind of people a brave man would fight for if he were to slay a dragon.Is this the kind of entanglement promised in the adventurers' guild?I was quietly and discreetly taking care of myself and wondering why I was getting involved, but the person in front of me doesn't seem to care about my situation or feelings, and I have to deal with it even if I don't want to.What can I do for you?"Oh, you babbled!"You called me, what can I do for you?If you talk to them, they will treat you as if they have seen a rare animal.You're human, so you can at least speak the language, you think to yourself, and observe the other side.You turn your attention to the goblin, who is far weaker than Mr. Skegob, who often drinks coffee with you in the company.Smile a sly smile and laugh at what's amusing.Three moves, or maybe two if you cut corners to see what's going on.Based on the strength of their magic, gait, and spirit, I'll try to subdue them all with my bare hands, and figure out what the three goblins in front of me want from me.It's definitely not because they want to be my friend or anything.It's also definitely not out of kindness.The look on your face, the way you're smiling but not showing any positive emotions, indicates that this is not a good thing either.You'll be able to see that you don't like being in this place anyway, and that's not a mistake.Human, this is no place for you to be. Put that armor down and walk away.I knew it, I thought, and resisted the urge to sigh at the only time I needed to look up at the large orc man in the room."No, I'm waiting for someone here. If you're in my way, we'll swap places.Discontinue the conversation as soon as possible.The story is not worth listening to, and you can deal with being touched.But in an environment where it's clear that you're out of options if you mess with us, the only thing you can do is walk away.If you are the protagonist of the story, this is where you will get into trouble, and from there, you will get into trouble, but we will make sure that you don't.The odds of that ever succeeding are low, mostly in the instructor's circle.But whether you do or don't make a difference in your mental fatigue.So I've decided that the conversation is a waste of time, and I'm going to cut it off unilaterally.You know, I hate to say this, but my visit to this facility is only temporary.I don't have a base here, and I don't plan on settling here.I know this won't be enough for today, but if you're walking away in a few days, this is the best way to go, even if it's a little less impressive.This guy is a human being.Somehow or other, the existence of such personalities in each other's lives is the reason why wars never cease to exist.There was also Isreal's demon king's army of people who claim to be evil and the people in front of them are weak, so they try to control them.Their arguments are truly water and oil.They can only clash without mixing them.There is no way to find a compromise in this attitude, and as it is, conversation is reduced to a mere waste of time and energy.To avoid this, you duck under the orc's arm and move to a pillar a short distance away to stand quietly on your back again.If it gets involved again, return to your original position.Ignore all the rattling and whining.I thought he'd give up eventually.But he's persistent."Because you licked it!"You're human and you ignore me!I'll kill you.Normally, if you ignore them so much, they would leave you, but these guys never give up and continue to get involved.They've been following me around like a maniac.I appreciate your patience, but this is a pain in the ass for us.What's going to happen next?What are you guys doing?No time to think.You know, this much commotion usually gets soldiers moving.I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up in it. I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up."We were just trying to get rid of this human!This is no place for humans to come!I know!If you explain the situation to the approaching soldiers first, the screams of the orcs, driven by emotion, will follow.Sixty percent of the people around you seem to agree with that voice.And worse, the soldier in front of me is included in that 60 percent.From a distance, they must have thought I was some kind of subhuman.I think they realized I was human when they got close.They turned their swordsmanship toward me, not toward the orcs who were causing the ruckus.This is what I expected to happen, I thought inwardly as I grumbled, but how can this be hostile territory for a colleague?"Combat slaves, people like you stay outside!Next time you make a scene, you can blame your Lord!Before I had time to excuse myself for not being a slave, the soldier caught me in the arm and dragged me toward the entrance, where he used his demon strength to pull me in.I could have ducked, but I didn't want to do that, and that would have inconvenienced Mr. Gray and the others.The orcs are looking at me with a grin on their faces, and I can't help but notice that they're grinning at me.This time, without holding back, I let out a sigh and move to the side of the pillar to get out of anyone's way, resting my back and waiting quietly."That was a disaster, brother."......Oh, you're ignoring me."...... Huh, do you respond honestly to being spoken to after a disaster?But if there is a god of misfortune, he loves me too much.I was gazing vacantly at the edge of my field of vision and out of the corner of my eye, I saw two pointy golden mountains.I recognized them as ears, but I couldn't react immediately because I knew they were just passersby.I realized it was talking to me and looked down to see a mischievous girl looking up at me.Her face is trim.With pointy ears, she could be a fox or a dog or a wolf, a golden color scheme that suggested she was a fox beastman, the same color hair pulled back into a short bun, and a girl old enough to be a little young but still showing her feminine colors.The eyes are still going to go to her neck rather than her face, thinking that she will become a beautiful woman in the future.The brother's s*x."You know you're looking at my neck.The collar that asserts its pretty appearance more than its fullness as a woman.The girl who shows a mischievous gesture to cover her breasts makes an expression as if she does not want you to focus on it, if anything.The same slave brother would understand, wouldn't he?See, your brother's master doesn't wear them, but my master likes to wear them.I don't know. I'm not exactly a slave, you know."No!"?"What's the point of lying?Who needs a man's collar, but it's the first time I've seen a slave.You're not chained up and allowed to talk like this.No, she thought they were the same slave and spoke to you.Maybe it's because she doesn't have a master nearby, but she seems to be allowed more freedom than the slaves she knows from novels and history."I thought they were combat slaves bound by the slave crest, but are they really not?Do humans have such a low status in this country?You can't even get a good job without the Lord's protection. That's not the norm....... Okay, so the supervisors are worried about how to use us, too?I knew you had a master.No, I'm talking about my boss.There were several internal problems that occurred in the company.The cause was also a clash of common sense.The president was a moderate and other executives, hawks, hard-liners who planned to use people as expendable commodities, were the cause of the trouble.Most of the trouble I got into when I became chief must have been caused by such people.The tendency to treat human beings as if they are expendable, which is commonplace here, at least for the girl in front of you, is probably an everyday story.I came here to get ready for marriage, why do I have to talk about such a blue story.Shouldn't this be a happier event at a time like this?"Hmmm, well, I'll take that as a yes!And it seems that the girl in front of me wants to make me a slave.It's more realistic than believing the story of a person from another world, but it's more responsive to the gaze of those who say "I know what I'm talking about" than to be looked at in a strange way.You're in the presence of a young girl, and you can't smoke in front of her, so you're tormented by the double burden of not being able to smoke.Jiro-kun!There you are."Mr. Myitt, Mr. Gray,I guess my wish was answered when Mr. Might and Ms. Gray came out of the doorway.They must have come to find me when I wasn't in the building.They walk over to me at a brisk pace.Thank you for your patience. It took me a while to get into the dungeon, is this young lady here?"I'm a stranger who just met you. I don't even know your name."Isn't your brother awful?It's true."Beastmen, foxes?And as a father, I would be curious if there was a woman next to me that I didn't know.If they think you're a guy who's picking on them, you're in trouble, so make the relationship clear.The girl will protest, but you ignore her.I won't let the two stepfathers get the wrong idea about my upcoming marriage.Myrt nodded her head in understanding, but Gray seemed to have other implications.So you think you'll be able to get into the dungeon soon?That said, we're having a bit of a problem"Problem?"The person in charge here says that we can't let anyone in the dungeon who isn't a slave. Even if I explain that I belong to the Demon King's Army, along with the paperwork we have prepared, he won't give me permission."Apparently, the person in charge here is not a moderate, he said that he could not allow a person with no ability to enter the dungeon because it would be an unnecessary stimulus to the dungeon."I mean?To avoid such misunderstandings, I brought up the subject to distract her from her story, and in an instant their mood changed.Oh, I know.Now these two are very angry.Gray's expressionlessness has been further refined and his emotions have been stripped away, while Meitte's polite tone is still the same as Meitte's, but her expression is more powerful as she is filled with magic.It's a good thing that you're able to get permission from the searcher's party that they have prepared for you, Jiro-kun, I'm sorry, but could you please go and pass the test?No hard work, no mercy, no forgiveness, no mercy, so please do the best you can.Hmmm, you'll have to use that ability to the fullest, as my daughter tells me.Words may not be enough, but they were probably said a lot about me.The eyes tell more than words.The two of you are so angry that you can see the words "Never forgive," and the words "never forgive" appear in your eyes.What did the person in charge of this place say to anger these two relatively mild-mannered people to this extent?It's not here to ask, but it's not here to ask now.Now is not the time to ask.Okay, I'll do my best.The only thing to do was to smile and nod.Word of the DaySmile, not tugging, right?
