Dungeon Master Makeup Money

Ira had her first reunion in a long time in the Adventurers Guild.

The next day, he decided to look around at his hometown, which had changed over the course of a few years.

"Oh, is that Ira there?

"Hello"

"You've grown a lot."

A good aunt talked from a shop lined up on the main street.

Various pieces of meat are arranged in the cases arranged at the store.

"This kid, look"

Hold Sierra close to your own face.

I still don't have enough features on my face to show up visibly, but if I line up my face amicably, I can tell it's a familiar pattern.

"... Could it be Ira's child?

"That's right."

"Heh, I can't believe that little Ira was going to be a mother."

Apparently, I knew my aunt who was in the store. There were flowers in the old story.

Then at the end of the day, the other person takes the form of an apology.

"I'm sorry about then."

"It's okay. I don't care."

"It would help if you told me that."

Most of the people I met cared about the tricks I did to Ira.

It's true that Ira's father has left many people without returning, but it's the same with Ira that she lost her family. A lot of people regretted blaming Ira for being left alone.

"You're an adventurer too, aren't you?

"That's right."

"You're not gonna be like Mr. Max."

"Yeah. Thanks"

Just finish greeting him gently and break up.

"Are you one of them over there?

"buddies...... yeah, family maybe"

"Then I'll serve you."

They give me six fried croquettes at the store.

"Is that enough?

"If you say hello to all the people you meet at this rate, you won't have enough time today, and if you talk to me from the other side, or someone you're particularly close to, you'll be fine."

There are also people who are particularly close to where we are headed now.

I've been walking down the boulevard since morning to see the person, but I was called out by someone who saw Ira at first sight.

"You're very popular."

"I'm not. I've been teaching your father how to fight for a long time, so the old people just remember me."

"Maybe so, but that's a smiling sight"

People laughing at each other loudly.

It should also be a dangerous place with demonic habitats and labyrinths nearby, but it doesn't make you feel that way of air.

"Whether it's a demon or a strong guy, but in the labyrinth, it's a 20-floor underground level, so it's a level that even C- and D-rank adventurers can handle."

No one living in the city has become pessimistic either.

"Yes."

Receive the croquette I got from my butcher's aunt.

Beef is used inside, and the fat seeping out of the beef spreads into your mouth the moment you take a bite.

"Well, I'm sorry, but the difference in ingredients doesn't seem to give me the flavor I've had so far."

Sylvia was so sorry.

Because it is a city famous for its livestock production, the cattle raised were also of fine quality.

"I mean, are you okay with eating croquettes?

"It's a problem that nutrition is skewed, but the moment I saw a croquet of how my taste was changing, I really wanted to eat it."

At least Sylvia shouldn't be neglecting to manage her health. If he says he's okay, I'll take care of it.

"Oh no, oh!

"You want some?

"Oh no!

A Sierra held in Isla's arms is desperately trying to reach out and grab Noel's croquet, which was next to Isla.

"Exactly. Croquet is a little..."

"Ahhh..."

"Oh, don't cry!

Noel desperately refreshes himself when he gives his nearly eaten croquette to Illis to take Sierra from Isla. Take the Sierra you hold to the one above your head.

Above Noel's head is a pico and moving fox ear.

"Aye!"

"Want."

Noel gets slapped in the head with pessimism.

"Aren't you tired of being nosy already?

"Oh no..."

"It's okay. I don't think Mr. Noel got tired of crying. He tried to attract interest with his fox ear. I think he was stunned by that attitude."

"That shocks me"

It was Melissa trying to forgive me somehow, but I was shocked the other way around, Noel.

"You don't like me?

"Huh?"

Ask the baby and he can't possibly answer.

But he was smiling at me to see if I was just satisfied that he stopped crying and reacted.

"I think you can count on Sylvia's kids."

"Oh, yeah?

I was supposed to be free from pressure, but I was under new and strange pressure.

That's how Ira's leg stops in front of one road that leads to the alley as she walks down the boulevard making a scene.

"That's right. It's been five years since I've been home, so it's not weird if someone lives there."

At the end of Ira's gaze there is one house.

Little children and their mothers seemed to live happily ever after in the house.

"What's wrong with that family?

"I guess the house itself rather than the family"

"Oh, you know what?"

It seems that Iris was convinced by the words alone.

"I know because I remember you too, but I used to live in that house"

Ira nodding at Iris' question.

Apparently, the house Isla lived in was a rental house, and I guess the owner of the house recruited a new borrower because he couldn't have left it empty for five years. Ira, who was the only resident, had not returned without any contact, so I had no choice but to cancel the contract.

Iris had also been to see the house he lived in when he was an orphan again.

"That's it for the squeamish story. Time for lunch."

In the first place, I was headed to Ira's recommended store for lunch.

The store took the family to the point where it was safe to say that extraordinary income would be available, as when Ira's father occasionally earned a reward for the exorbitant requests he had, or acquired treasures when he dived into the labyrinth.

This shop is not so far from where my home was.

"There you are."

"Auntie, long time no see"

"... Ira!? Are you sure it's Ira?

A slutty long woman comes out of the back of the store.

"Yeah. I've been going everywhere to say hello since I came back to the grave for a little while"

"Right. I'm going to come back..."

"Now that I'm in another place with my new family, I'm going to come back to Palento..."

"That's okay. If Ira's happy, that's fine with me."

My aunt's gaze is directed at Sierra held by Ira.

"You have a child."

"I know you're my kid."

"That's right. It's just like when Ira was a baby."

A pot of white soup is transported after being guided to the table and waiting for a while.

"It's our special pan."

"Special, is it?

Sylvia has shown interest in specialty dishes.

"Oh, Max's guy's favorite and I never got tired of ordering it again and again. You haven't been here for a long time, either."

"Hehe, actually, you're right"

There was beef in the boiled milk.

Sylvia divided it into dishes, so I'll take it.

Everyone's gaze is pointed. It can't be poisoned or anything like that in a place like this, so it's simply waiting for me, the parent, to start eating.

"Delicious -"

"Right."

My aunt smiles.

The taste of milk stained the moment you take a bite of meat spreads into your mouth. When it was almost autumn, there was still a little heat left, but I still feel my body warm.

"It's a service I haven't seen a nostalgic face in a long time. Eat whatever you want."

"That's not why I'm here. We're making money, too, so we'll pay for what we eat."

"Really?

He really wanted to serve, and he didn't seem convinced somewhere.

"I'm old, too. I can't believe that Ira didn't just bring the kids here, but she ate my cooking with her own money..."

"Normally, isn't it the other way around?

I couldn't get it to my aunt, who looked like she was crying somewhere.