CH 82.2

I asked Chicken, the slave boss, who was standing behind me. Dressed in a black lace up to her neck, moving her gold chained glasses with a flick, she nodded.

「I think it’s a good idea. Winter is a time when people don’t have much to look forward to so if we get the word out, we can give something back to the city.」

If Chicken says so, I guess so.

It’s not like I’ll have to do anything.

Well, I’ll give it an okay.

「Well, if second brother can become a proper figurehead, I’ll leave it to you.」

「Really!?」

「Yeah, you’ll have to talk to Isuka bout the details.」

If you let them do this kind of job, it will help them grow as a manager.

Isuka has some people under her recently so this could be a good experience.

「Alright!」

Second brother said so as he grabbed the blue dog’s paw while it made a uwuuu sound. He said “I’m going to tell everyone!” and rolled out of the Schenker headquarters.

Finally free, the dog got up, looking a little tired, and lay down to wag its tail as it wrapped around Chicken’s legs.

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It was one of those days when the cold air from the ground crawled up my legs.

The first shovel was thrusted roughly into the roped off construction site by me and Laura-san.

The Schenkers and the city people lined up around us while applauding wildly as we responded by waving our hands.

Right. The construction of the theater at the Schenker’s proposed theater site will finally begin.

「Good grief, finally.」

「Yeah, it took a long time for you to get to this point」

Laura-san smiled bitterly at me, who was smiling at her.

It’s really been a while even. We could have started sooner but the original plan wasn’t that very well made yet.

「Isn’t that because you’ve always been doing something else?」

「It can’t be helped. I’ve been through a lot.」

「Yeah, right」

While we were talking, a big barrel of sake was brought in front of us and the lid was smashed.

Cups were handed out to our guests and onlookers and loud cheers and whistles went up.

Originally, this completion ceremony should only be held once the building was completed….however, since we also have a brewery, in addition to the lot of people who showed up here, we decided to serve sake.

Various people came to fetch sake in turn.

While everyone had a big smile on their face, there was one person with a gloomy look on her face.

With her partner, Vongo, on her back, she walked in with a downcast look on her face…..

It was the centaur, Pickles, the oldest member of our family.

「Congratulations」

「….con….grats…..」

The two of them, wearing matching blazers made for old slaves, greeted me but she still looks sad.

Did something happen?

「Areh? What’s wrong, Pickles?」

「Nothing…..」

「…….bo……w…….」

「Bow?」

「No, actually, I broke my bow just yesterday……」

「You mean that big bow?」

「Yeah, maa……」

The bow that Pickles usually carried on her back was a big bow that was given to her by an adventurer in the city who was famous for his marksmanship.

It’s a bit unusual to break that one.

「Pickles has grown bigger. How much powerful are you now?」

「I don’t know…….」

The centaur, who has a physique that will make you look up at her, tilted her head while contracting her muscles, which can be easily traced even with her clothes on.

「Fumu. You have a body like a rock. You were already big when we first met but now, you’ve even grown bigger.」

My wife walks around while clomping Pickle’s torso. Thinking about it, even for a horse, she’s pretty big.