313 - - 311 full-scale operations.

Mr. Blast was knocked out of combat several times, but he quickly recovered and crushed the shield of a former B-rank adventurer, smashing both of his arms to bits. I heard later that the fine shield equipped by the high rank adventurer was battered beyond repair. It's amazing that the adventurers were able to support their shields that well. I think I would have given up at once.

After defeating Nello, Mr. Blast led his men to attack Nello's hideout. When he came back, he had a cart with him. When I asked him about it, he replied with a nice smile that he had confiscated all the stuff in Nello's hideout. Nello had saved up a lot of money and had made a fortune.

"I'm sorry, doctor. I heard you're going to treat all of us?

"Well, I got involved, and it would be awkward to say good-bye after the battle. But I've got other plans for the evening. If you don't hurry, you may not be able to see everyone, so please bring them in quickly."

Even if someone is dying, I will leave when the time comes. I'm going to pick up my clothes and woo you with Beryl's jewels.

"What, you're leaving?　We're having a banquet at night. ......"

...... these guys are going to drink at night. I can't help but think they're crazy after all the blood they've spilled from being stabbed and cut so many times. Maybe we should ask Vita for brain surgery too?

"Do you want a drink?　I mean, you've bled so much, of course you shouldn't, but I don't think there's any point in telling these people, right?"

I was looking at the possibility of head treatment, but I got an answer about alcohol. And it was a completely throwaway answer. Well, I have treated a lot of people who ran out of the house with a big smile on their faces when their injuries were healed. Vita didn't say anything in the middle of the session either. .......

They say that children are like their parents, but is it possible that the minions are like their parents?　I'm afraid that Mr. Blast will multiply. Somehow I give up everything and nod to Vita.

Please celebrate that with Mr. Blast and the others. I'm going home. Then please bring the people who are going to heal me.

Jude, who was standing next to me, left the room, so I guessed that Jude would make the arrangements.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, but if you have something to do, I don't have a choice. Do you have time tomorrow?"

"I will leave the Kingdom of Beryl tomorrow, so I won't have time."

"Well, that's too bad. I'll bring the money later. We'll celebrate next time. You will come back to King's Landing, right?

"Hmm, well, I think I'll come. And if you're going to give me money, please use it to help the children who are catching eels in the slums. I came to the slum to catch eels. Mr. Jude knows the details, please."

"Eels?　That's a strange purpose. What do you use it for?"

Mr. Blast asks curiously. How many times have we had this exchange? I'm tired of it. I'll make it short and simple. He doesn't believe me when I tell him it's delicious, so I convince him that I'll teach him how to cook it tomorrow. Tomorrow, the history of the slum will change. I'm kind of excited to think about it.

Mr. Blast's men have called Mr. Blast to decide how to handle Nello's organization. Whew, Sylphy and the others are here, but I finally have some alone time. I'm tired from dealing with almost all the bloody guys and not having a break.

"Yuta, what do you do at night?"

"What?"

"You told Blast earlier that you were going home for the night because you had something to do."

Shit. I said something unnecessary and got Sylphy's attention. ...... What are you going to do?　In a case like this, you want to lie as little as possible. If I tell an outright lie to Sylphy, who has been so kind to me, I'll feel guilty and won't be able to enjoy myself.

Keep an open mind. Keep your normal mind so that you won't feel any discomfort. And keep your head on a swivel. Think of an excuse that won't make Sylphy suspicious.

(...... Oh, that's it. I'm just going out for a drink at a nice place you told me about. It's not that I can't go to Mr. Blast's party, but I don't want to drink with those people because I think I'll be too tired.)

Generally speaking, I'm not lying. I just don't tell them that we're going to drink at the most exclusive club in King's Landing. And to be honest, I don't want to join Mr. Blast's banquet. I don't know how much I can play, but I don't think it's going to be good.

"I see what you mean. It's going to be a hot mess drinking with those guys."

Perhaps my honest feelings were conveyed to her, or perhaps Sylphy agreed with me surprisingly easily. However, Sylphy seems to be kind of hard on Blast and the others. Maybe she doesn't like brainy guys.

After getting through the dangerous situation, I was chatting lightly with Sylphy and Vita, when Jude came back with an injured person. Whew, another tedious treatment is about to begin. The hell of chanting and pretending is about to begin.

**

"Thank you very much, doctor."

Jude bows his head deeply. Pretending to chant was quite difficult, but it was basically thanks to Vita, so it was subtly annoying.

"No, well, it happened as it did, so don't worry about it. But more importantly, you didn't get the eel-catching kids involved in this war, did you?"

That's the most important thing to me. If I were involved and we didn't catch eels, I'd be tempted to cancel the banquet and send them off to catch eels.

"Oh, the kids don't live near the place where the fight took place, don't worry. They have been increasing the number of traps, so I am sure they will catch enough eels tomorrow.

"That's a relief. Well then, I'd better be going home. Oh, and as I told Mr. Blast, please use the money you're going to give me for following up with the kids who are catching eels. Also, tomorrow I'll teach you how to eat eels well, so if you're interested, please gather people who are good at cooking. I know how to eat and handle eels, but I can't do it myself, so if no one is available, we won't have this talk.

"Okay. I'll talk to him.

"Thank you very much. Well, I'm going home.

Yes, thank you very much."

I just say the word and leave Mr. Blast's house quickly. There is a lot of noise around the house because of the banquet preparations, and if I take it easy, I might be detained for just one drink or something.

You quickly move to the entrance of the slum and check the situation outside. The guards, who are now much smaller in number, must have sensed the end of the fighting, and we escape from the slum. He takes off his robe and takes a rest.

（Sylphy and Vita, thank you for your help today. (Sylphy, Vita, thank you for today, we are going to deport you now.)

"Yuta, there is one thing I want to ask you, okay?"

（Hmm?　I don't mind, but what's wrong?)

I'm afraid that if you ask me with such a serious expression, I might find out that you've been out at night.

"You got into trouble again today, didn't you? Yuta, did you buy any souvenirs?　The belles are really looking forward to it. They're singing "Souvenirs!"

（Well, I did my shopping this morning. (Well, I did my shopping this morning. I bought some souvenirs, but I'm worried that you're expecting me to do so much.)

How much more does Bell expect?　This is it at a glance! What if I buy something I think they'll like, but they don't?

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you've already bought it. I'm sure those girls will be happy with whatever Yuta bought for them. So, did you buy alcohol?"

Huh?　Is that your main point?　Is the story of the Belles a prelude?

(I bought as much booze as I could afford. (I bought as much booze as I could, and there was some new booze, too.)

"Oh?　When you say new drink in this country, do you mean mead?　I'm looking forward to it."

(...... Sylphy, it's polite not to say what you think. Then you receive the souvenir and pretend to be surprised and pleased, even if it is mead as you thought it would be. (And I bought the mead).

"Um, Yuta, I'm sorry about something, okay?"

Sylphy looks a little uncomfortable as she tells me that the surprise failed so easily and that she is depressed.

(Well, it seems to be a specialty of this country, so you can understand...) (Well, I'll look for something unexpected the next time I pick up a souvenir.)

"Uh-huh, thank you. Well, I'd better get back. Vita, is there anything you want to say to Yuta?"

I don't have anything. Yuta, enjoy your trip. Well, I'm leaving tomorrow.

（Thank you, Vita. I'll enjoy it as much as I can. See you tomorrow. See you tomorrow.)

We thank them for their hospitality today and send them home. The atmosphere was a little delicate when we parted, but the night is just beginning. Vita has said so, and we are going to enjoy ourselves as much as we can. First I have to pick up my clothes.

****

"Hmmm, I think this is enough, do you need any ornaments?"

I already feel like I'm being dressed in clothes...and then decorations?　I'm scared. A simple but luxurious black jacket. A shiny, silky shirt. The pants are ...... pants in the fashionable sense of the word. Let's see, the pants are also a little tight and black. Shoes were also black ...... and I think they were mostly black. Is this a little too plain for you?

Should I have worn the one with the gala in it that the clerk recommended?　But, as a fashion-conscious person, I feel at home in black. If you have jeans or chinos, I'd feel more at home there. Also, tight pants...... are new to me since I came to the other world. I like to be comfortable even if they are loose.

"If you are going to Beryl's Jewelry, you'd better wear some ornaments of some value. First of all, the women in the store are glamorous, and what they wear is first class, so they have a discerning eye. If you want to make a good impression on women, you have to pay attention to the accessories as well."

That's the theory. ...... I thought that since it's a private room, you just have to dress a certain way, but when it comes to attracting women, it's a different story. Let's give it our all.

"Mr. Manager, I need your cooperation."

"Yes?"

"For now, which of these items should I wear to make myself more popular?"

I take out from my magic bag the treasures I have acquired in the labyrinth, some of which I liked and some of which are too flashy for me, and lay them out in front of the store manager.

"Oh, what kind of person are you, sir?"

The manager is puzzled by the glittering treasures laid out before him. I understand how you feel. I would be scared too if I saw those treasures lined up in front of me. But I'll wear it as much as I can to be popular at a bar!

"Convince me that you're an unidentified, ninny rich guy. I don't mean to show you this, but I don't want to cause a scene, so please keep quiet. So, which one do you think is better?"

Please advise promptly as time is short. And I want to be irresistible with beryl jewelry.