Even Though I'm a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an

From Shirley, who was once educated in deep political places, I have to say that national laws and rules are incomplete as they stand.

Each national government and private organization insists on rules, and the Adventurer's Guild is one of its finest.

It is only a matter of kingdom law, but a floater who has drifted into the country will need a single gold coin in order to obtain a household registration in that country.

Three gold coins for three. This is the amount that can be obtained by doing a couple of rush requests, for example, on a guild request.

Since there is a procedure called creating a completely new individual who is nobody and nobody is born anywhere, there is no need for any history there.

But it doesn't just mean you can work if you have a family registration. In the last two hundred years or so, the number calculations and literacy rates of ordinary people have exploded, and proving that I am capable of reading and writing calculations became the minimum condition for employment.

And it is the proof of education… the existence of a workshop for adults, or a diploma in compulsory education for ages nine to twelve.

I can get my certificate either by completing the test at the workshop or going to private school for three years, but it still costs money to go either way.

In the first place, floaters and so on, it's normal that they don't have the money, and they don't have the money to prepare a family registry.

So they just have to decay into the field without being able to work properly? It was the Adventurer Guild that responded to that voice.

A pioneering organization that can also be described as an ultra-large contingent organization that is free to register, regardless of its previous history, instead of always involving a risk to its life under a deal between the private sector where the law is not involved.

Most of the world's adventurers travel in search of freedom and adventure, but there are a few who fight for family registration and education.

But while we're saving the vagabonds, the adventurer guild's policy is hitting head-on with the laws set by the state.

There have been repeated skirmishes between the government and the guild, but the country has acquiesced because of financial circumstances.

If one can look ahead, the situation in which the government and the guild insist on each other's rules and do not wrap up except in an emergency situation is precisely an order full of holes, which can now be a hotbed of crime.

Shirley and Sophie, Tio's mother and daughter, take the form of being helped by such unfinished rules.

Because of the cost of living and tuition, and above all because the adventurer is unexpectedly sexually appropriate and to get time to spend with his daughter, Shirley doesn't intend to quit the adventurer, but she was able to feed Sophie and Tio because she made money immediately and started attending private school last year.

"Bye, Mom! Let's go!

"Wow............ I'm coming"

"Yes. Come on in."

Drop off Tio's hindsight as she sleeps with Sophie, who waves fine.

Two separate hairstyles swayed in the spring breeze, set to carry a bag containing textbooks, notebooks and brush boxes and to distinguish them other than the color of their eyes.

Sophie, who tends to stretch her back year after year, is knitting her hair in one room for adulthood and dripping forward.

Tio, who, contrary to his sister, is indifferent, has a hairpin on his hair to the extent that he is sorry, but has no other ideas.

Not as stretched to the waist as Shirley, but to such an extent beyond the scapula, the grey hair dances in tandem and glow as she walks.

"Phew... are you there?"

"Did you go, didn't you? It's your fault, so help me too."

Martha stood behind her when she dropped off her daughter, who was a regular routine.

"There are adventurers in the dining room that you stunned, so don't wake them all up properly."

"Ugh……………."

Shirley narrows her shoulders uncomfortably as she inadvertently faints several adventurers without control of her killing.

Unlike them who blew bubbles and let go of consciousness, Martha and her husband were flat for some reason, but I don't think deeply because I know they are a couple with unusually sitting livers.

"Excuse me. I was wondering if a pest had appeared to gather in my daughter, with"

"A pest..."

My beloved daughters alumni...... Shirley called the man who confessed to the two to be exterminated in a natural tone.

"Isn't that right... those kids are about that age too..."

"How dare you? If you're the parents of those kids, you better get out of here."

"Beh, there's nothing wolfish about it. Because I am going to weigh my daughter's autonomy......!

Although he denies it, he is unconvincing from wherever he sees it, giving out a dimmer aura or panicking to the point where the stars are poked and easily understood.

"I just thought that was too early because I'm still a minor. Nobles don't have to deal with political issues."

"Yes, sorry for one or two of the men! If those kids grow up like this, ten or twenty guys might come by."

"Twenty!?

That was incredible to Shirley, who had spent more than half her life as a noble warrant lady and the rest only fighting her daughter.

One or two of us still don't know. But when I think of the sight of dozens of men gathering in their beloved daughter, she was so wolfish that she could grasp two short swords while releasing her killer without realizing it.

"Hey, hey! Where do you think you're going with all that stuff?

"Mm, it's at my daughter's......! To escort and exterminate.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Ah, already! Just calm down! You were called to the guild today, weren't you? You haven't even woken up the adventurer sleeping in the dining room yet, and you don't have time for that, do you?

"Ugh............"

Shirley's momentum builds on the boulders as she is drawn to the adventurers she has stunned.

Martha and I have been dating for over nine years. Although she refused to be involved at first, there were no examples of arguments that could be won since she had to be involved because of her forceful personality.

"Private school. Then you don't have to worry about that because the teachers are watching you properly. Those kids are pretty solid with those kids, and this one's been hampered by sales. I won't let you do that, will I?

"Wow, I get it...... I'll do as I say. … sorry for the inconvenience"

"Yeah, if you know what I mean. What are we gonna do next?

"Even if a man approaches his daughter, he focuses only on the target audience."

"Hmm... I just want you to calm down a little bit more, but if you don't want to bother me around, that's okay now"

Shirley awakens the consciousness of the amazing and adventurers. Martha sighed heavily when she saw the sight of the adventurer, who woke up shaking her body like a bounce, screaming and running away when she saw her face.

"Damn, I'd be a big adventurer if I didn't have an array."

There is always a rush to protect my daughter, but this case should not appear to be a precursor to what is arguably the biggest rush ever.

As I prayed heartily that nothing would happen, my husband, coming out of the kitchen, asked Martha with one hand a noodle stick that seemed heavy.

"So, where is the man that swarms Sophie and Tio?

"You too!?

Pachinghh! And the sound of a slap on the head with a flat hand echoed Villa Taole.

Adventurer… armor is considered preferable, especially for occupations specializing in melee warfare.

Some of them are lightweight adventurers with only caged hands, feet, and breasts, but it is a simple and effective means of covering the entire body with protective equipment to prevent demonic claw teeth and sorcery that can cause fatal injuries every single blow.

But the only thing the Alliance boasts about the White Sword Ghost is a sleeveless shirt-like clasp that won't inhibit movement of your hands and feet.

The fact that only a simple piece can be worn on top of a curtain, except in sturdy boots, makes no one think of her as an adventurer even as they walk outside the city.

"... Phew..."

When you open the wooden doors that were built assuming that the big man with the sword and the big luggage would be delivered, several of the adventurers inside turn their gaze to us.

As is known to the public in the poem, the interior of the guild was in conjunction with the liquor store, where warriors and fire-waters roaming large boned meats and those who were brazen to see were making noise in the morning.

- Wow. You're a sword ghost.

Even Shirley couldn't tell in this hustle and bustle who was squealing like that.

Ignoring such reprehensible whispers and gazes, Shirley walks up to the receptionist.

"So I dared to attack the bandits' fort directly from the front! While the vigilance was all focused on me, my buddy attacked me from behind with magic and struck the head of a rushing bandit, and the rest was already brawling!

"Heh heh. Thank you for your hard work."

"The opponent has more than ten men with weapons. I'll cover the difference with a sword of pride."

"Is that so? Um, it's time for me to go into affairs……………"

He lowers the copper recognition votes and eagerly dictates his martial arts to the receptionist, whose buster sword-bearing adventurer tied his flax hair behind him.

Many adventurers try to dictate a receptionist who is Hua, as is often the case in the Musa Painful Adventurer Guild.

And that also stands in the way of their work, a female clerical position that concurrently serves as a focal point for adventurers.

"Excuse me, I need to talk to you too, so if you're done with the request report, please leave."

"Whew!? Is that you………………"

The numb adventurer who was dictating about the receptionist looks up as soon as he sees Shirley, the undisputed and unmistakable beauty.

"Something?

"... Shit"

When I stared a little hard at the man with some contradictory words and actions with two colored eyes, I walked away with one tongue punch.

The receptionist smiles on the surface and lowers her head gently to Shirley, who gave her a helpship, as she drops off the man with her tongue out on the inside.

"Sorry, that helped."

"I just talked to him because I needed something else. Besides, the guild told me you wanted to talk to me?

"Ah, yes. I'll talk to you in the back, so please wait in the reception room."

The receptionist, who led Shirley to the reception room behind the reception, after brewing her some tea, took a small run back to the office to pick up the materials immediately, but stopped unexpectedly when he opened the door.

She was the same woman, but she fell in love by accident. Everything from sitting in a chair to carrying a teacup into your mouth is refined, and cheap tea leaves and pottery utensils look like the finest.

"Mr. Yumina, why don't you sit down without standing there?

"Ha, ha!

Shirley told the receptionist... without even looking at Yumina, as she held a certain respect in her graceful appearance, which she did not consider to be a very adventurous man.

"Oh ho.... Well, what I'm calling you today is about the other day's goblin exorcism."

"... if you're in adventure contact with other adventurers (booking), you're done talking about it, right? Wasn't it the guild that recognized that it was okay to intervene in all goblin-related requests, including those ordered?"

"Yeah, that's not the problem. The problem is, there was a dragon in what was thought to be the Goblin's nest."

Shirley leans her neck in surprise.

"Sure, the dragon itself is unusual... but it wouldn't be surprising to be in a goblin nest otherwise. Both are highly intelligent demons, so much so that they are symbiotic."

"No, it's not that way. As a matter of fact, there have been three other recent cases of dragons following a bunch of highly intelligent demons like Goblins and Villain Wolves who were making crusade requests in our guild."

Dragons, whose crusade itself is said to be the highest honor, are even smaller in number than other demons.

It is certainly unnatural for the winning race to appear in a similar situation, with a total of four.

"If it's just a coincidence, it's still good. But if these things are for any reason, you have to force the Alliance to find out what caused them, and have Adventurers above A-rank find out. Not to make any more wasteful sacrifices."

Unexpectedly, I recall a young party that was driven to the brink of total annihilation by the dragon's appearance the other day.

If something similar continues to happen to me in the future, I do have to say that it is tragic. There will appear those who will cease to be adventurous.

"That's why, Mr. Shirley."

"I say no."

"I haven't said anything yet!?

"You want to ask me to be promoted to A-rank anyway, right?

"Ugh... I sure am..."

I know what the Alliance thinks. I guess you want to be promoted to A-rank at all costs because the terms do not oblige you to send out B-rank Shirley with Alliance intent.

"It sounds good to hear A-rank or S-rank, but isn't the point the military in emergencies? How many times a week do you think a demonic emergency is happening in the world today?

Most importantly, Shirley wants to prioritize her daughters over the request because it's an emergency.

Whether we deal with it or just tie the line to our daughter first, their survival rate increases dramatically.

It's too much of a disadvantage for Shirley, such as an A-rank adventurer telling her to go defeat a demon if she has time to go to her beloved daughter, whose life matters more than her life.

"I don't know... don't say that. Promote me. I've also been told by the people above not to keep a strong adventurer in B-rank until hours!

"I don't know. That's not true. By and large, I wouldn't meet the conditions for promotion to A-rank, would I?

"Ugh."

Achievements are not the only conditions for promotion of adventurers above the A-rank that are sometimes important for collaboration between other adventurers and guilds.

After accumulating a pair or party adventure results and thoroughly washing out any problems using witchcraft, you can be promoted for the first time after being judged worthy of A-rank.

"What can I say for myself, but you can't be an A-rank if you don't use such a badly loving solo (solo) professional adventurer, even a special case to get bashed if you use it"

"Then throw a party ~ …"

"If you have an adventurer who says you can fight me, you can have a party anyway."

I'll say no at the beginning, but Shirley doesn't hate men or people.

It is only with great suspicion that there has been a tremendous betrayal in the past, and an ungrateful attitude towards unfamiliar opponents that we have bought the objections of other adventurers and deepened our groove with them.

On top of that, it obviously has a strength that doesn't stay in the B-rank, and the quality is extra poor without being able to complain poorly because I will certainly do the request.

"Anyway, if you're requesting an investigation, please stick it out on the quest board as well. I'll take it if it's convenient."

"If it's convenient, I want you to be sure to take it, not... Huh?"

Shirley drank warmer tea and left the reception room without a glimpse of Yumina sending a glimpse of her gaze.