Chapter 43

When we left the guild, it was already in the middle of the evening.

The specific reward will be delivered within a week, so we walked towards the mansion, leaving behind the request to visit at that time. A typical dinner time is over an hour, but I’m not hungry just because I picked up some chocolate. Actually, at this age, if I move like this, I think I’ll be hungry no matter how much I eat.

“You’re quite late today. You might get scolded by your father.”

There was no hesitation or regret in Cheryl’s steps as she stretched and moved calmly.

Cheryl refused Engrim’s request.

He didn’t tell me why he refused, so he didn’t even ask. Maybe because all the information is private, he may have thought that his skills were still lacking.

“You don’t ask why you declined.”

But suddenly, as if she was reading my thoughts, Cheryl asked. The adventurer Sheryl had already given up her business and returned to the aristocrat Cheryl, so she had a slightly high-handed attitude from her words, but she didn’t care because she was already used to it.

Rather than that, it was harder to get used to digging in like he was reading my thoughts from time to time.

“Did you expect me to say no?”

“No, of course I thought you would receive the request.”

From asking about the seriousness of the work, I didn’t even have the slightest doubt. I firmly believed that if it was a serious matter, I would receive it unconditionally. It wasn’t until she refused that I realized that when you’re an adventurer, you draw a line in your own way.

“But you’re not curious?”

Suddenly, I couldn’t figure out what I was complaining about, and the attitude of glaring at me again, raising rage again, was completely unpredictable.

“You’re going to do your own thing anyway, so what’s new?”

This shameful little boy is smarter than me. What did I do when I was 15? You seem to have lived a life obsessed with anime and comic books?

It was around that time that he moved to the heights of kendo, but he didn’t stand out, he was just a little more sincere than his peers. If I were at the time next to Cheryl now, I might have burst into death with a sense of shame.

“Whatever the reason for your judgment, I respect it. There is no particular reason to wonder.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“Why not again?”

She doesn’t even give an answer to the part that arouses curiosity, and Cheryl moves on in silence. It’s like a shameful little boy.

“But if you don’t accept me, will I?”

“hmm?”

“What the guild leader said. I’ll accept it because I’m interested.”

“...Then wasn’t it okay to say it right there?”

They look at me as if asking why it bothers me twice, but I did it because I had my own thoughts.

“The two of us talked for a while, and then we had a different opinion, so I’m going to take it alone... wouldn’t it be more adventurous?”

Adventurers and commoners alike could only count on the hands of a handful of people who could directly see and remember the faces of nobles. That’s why both Cheryl and I proudly sell our faces and names and pretend to be adventurers.

It is a class society that almost perfectly fits the saying that the world we live in is different.

That’s why, in Engrim’s eyes, we are just young and skilled adventurers. And there is no case where the two of them form a pair and act naturally in response to a request from one of the adventurers.

“Of course you feed me a meal, right?”

“of course.”

They even gave me a free meal, but there was no reason to refuse. After readily accepting, I shook hands with Engrim with a smile and came down to the first floor in a happy mood.

“Huh? That bastard?”

And as soon as I took my foot off the last step, my pleasure level plummeted.

“Did I tell you bastard? I remember your face.”

A character pointing at me and recklessly approaching me with a bamboo statue with his group. It was Dangtel, a child sex offender.

That moment.

Bad Eldmia and worse Eldmia appeared after a long time.

And very enthusiastic, radiant, and shouted.

– Galactica!

-Phantom!

“Did I not tell you too?

The feeling of falling endlessly to the point that the thought that I should seriously doubt later whether I have bipolar disorder passed through a corner of my head and started to fuck through the abyss.

“Didn’t you understand because your head was bad? Was it hard to interpret the saying that if you forget your face and run into it, you’ll die? If you remembered my face, you should have run away like a dog that got slapped in the nose as soon as it saw me.”

I think there are a lot of cases where I get involved with idiots everywhere, but I want to believe that it’s because of my mood. However, since such beliefs and actions are separate, I also strode forward. Even those guys are confidently approaching, but it’s impossible for me to step back as if I’m stuck.

“uh?”

As I get closer to them at a rather rapid pace, a harbinger of realizing something is wrong flashes across their stern faces. It can’t be. These guys need to get beaten up today.

If it were the other guys, there would be room for extenuating circumstances, but Dangtel is unforgivable.

Garoon, who tried to help achieve justice by killing people who were less than thieves, died, so why is this child sex offender still alive with a shameless attitude? Even if you’re alive, do you feel guilty and raise your voice when it’s not enough even if you drive around the head?

From the moment Garoon died, Dangtel’s mere existence was only a factor in causing selective anger control disorder.

“I’d rather crawl to Mandeli Harbor, so you’ll have to get hit until I beg for help.”

“What, what? How did you do that...”

“Don’t ask boring questions and shut your mouth. Your tongue will be cut!”

– Boom!!

“Ahhhh!”

It was only after Dangtel’s face was dug into Dangtel’s face that he jumped in and wielded a punch that made him feel like he was descending vertically. The blood disappeared from the faces of Dangtel and his party, who saw them fall down with corn scattered in a single blow.

The moment I rushed in without thinking, I heard the shouts of adventurers around me.

“Eh, Eldmia is crazy again!”

It’s not me that’s crazy, it’s the world.