He Didn't Want to Be the Center of Attention, Hence, after Defeating the Demon Lord, He Became

Silver Bottle Pavilion has Guild members who specialize in gathering information. He, and they, will always listen to the rumors of the town, and when they come into contact with the informant, they will bring me information about the King's City.

All twelve Adventurer Guilds have an information gathering division, but with the exception of the Intelligence Department of the top guild, "White Goat Pavilion", they exist as the most important division. Just asking for a request to be brought in is not a problem for Alliance management as long as the amount of work is sufficient.

But just waiting brings in irreplaceable requests.

I want you to help me harvest farmers because I'm short of people, gather materials instead, escort merchants, crush less powerful monsters, search for dogs and cats, search for runaways - it's a waste of effort to work with other guilds on such requests, and instead of splitting them, we should dig up those that aren't brought into the guild.

That's why my Guild's Intelligence Department collects information day and night. Also today, in the evening, an intelligence officer came to report to me who was drinking.

"Mr. Vale, I'd like a nice cold ale. I've been moving around all day today and I'm sweating."

"Good work, Lisa."

It is Liza, the intelligence officer, who is sitting next to my seat at the counter and receiving the ale and drinking deliciously. A girl who used to work as an informant in the 12th Street neighborhood, but I scouted in anticipation of her talent.

I was eleven when I met him, but now I'm sixteen. Shortcuts have an impressive refreshing smile and pierce only the right ear. The pierced earrings are meant to enhance hearing and are a magical tool for the intelligence community. I learned how to make it myself, but they really like it.

All intelligence officers are wearing jackets and wearing lightweight leather protective equipment. But since there are other adventurers in and out, the figure is not particularly noticeable. The average customer was used to it.

"Ah, what do you say after you sit down, but are you really free?

"Oh, it's empty."

"Ehehe, thank you. As always, Master... no, Mr. Regular."

I pour the ale into my throat with a bitter smile at the way I correct it. And Verlaine put the knob in her mouth. It's fresh cheese that just came in today.

Recommending it to Liza, she smiles and brings it to her mouth. Because I like dairy products, this "cloud sheep cheese" will be unbearable. The richness and flavour are quite different from ordinary sheep cheese.

"Ver, listen to me. This happened in town today...."

Liza seems to be talking, but she uses the encryption to tell me what kind of information she's been collecting.

Vincent Burke, whose engagement with Manarina was abandoned, tried to sign up for another princess without discipline, but the third princess was still too young and rejected.

A nobleman who used the Knights as a convenience store became unable to do so and started bringing requests to the Adventurer Alliance.

The nobleman's request to bring it to the guild meant that the death spirit appeared in the mansion of the cheap property that he purchased, so he wanted it eliminated. However, since the request was refused, the aristocrats gave up and abandoned the Mansion, which now seems to be empty.

None of this was very interesting, but if Manarina and Timis have more sisters, I think we'll have to protect them from the evil hands of Vincent. I wonder if you really want a royal relationship to reach out to a girl who doesn't even go to the end of her life.

"Ah, well... Manarina was once again recommended to marry by His Majesty the King, but he totally refused. They say this is the influence of someone."

"Fufu... is that so? That's interesting. Your customers don't seem to be in the corner."

I don't absolutely have to get married because I can take office as a queen, but if you're manipulating me or something, what do I need to do a little bit of consciousness research? If I were to say that, I'd be able to see Miralka with my eyes again.

"Yes, did you, ma'am?

"Ma'am... is this about me? Certainly, I'm not mentally going to be your husband's best friend's wife. Are you trying to cheer me up? You're good, Liza."

"I didn't think that much, but thank you very much."

Don't leave your wife alone, it comes out of your throat, but I'm drinking alone in the next seat, so I just have to keep quiet.

"Well, there's an orphanage just outside the church district in King's Landing. The director of the orphanage seems to be asleep right now, and the children are worried. The elderly child of the orphanage is representing the director, but it seems like it's going to be a lot of trouble."

"I'm sorry to hear that... but if you're the director, did you get sick?

"It seems that the cause is unknown. It seems like she's been in a bad mood for a while, but now it's especially serious... ah, a woman named Euphire Manafrose."

Euphire Manafrose. I haven't heard that name in a long time. A girl dressed in a slightly bumpy female monk (Priests), smiling softly - recalls her appearance.

"It's a long name, so please call it short," and Aileen gave it an abbreviation. Take the initials and say "Yuma" - yes, a member of the Demon King Crusaders, called "Silent Soul Sorcerers."

Yuma fell ill. The fact that Miralka didn't know means she's been sick lately.

"Euphel's father is the archbishop of the Albain Church. I can't seem to ask the Guild to do anything, but she wants to cure her daughter's illness... and now she's taking care of herself."

Liza knows about my relationship with Yuma, so she must have shared the information with me.

"Well then, I'll take this. I'm tired today, so I'd like to sleep at home."

"Yes, I look forward to seeing you again."

Sent to Verlaine, Liza waved her hand to me and walked out of the store drunk and steadfastly.

Nearby, there is a collective residence bought by Silver Bottle Pavilion, which serves as a dormitory for guild members. In other words, dormitories. I live on the second floor of the shop, and Verlaine lives with me.

"... did you hear that, customer? Liza called me" your wife. "As I worked as a tavern owner, did you mean that my young wife's gloss came out? What do you think of the customer?

I don't know if the owner and his young wife had anything to do with it, but Verlaine seemed happy anyway.

Recently, I stopped telling you to return the Demon King's talisman because my purpose had changed, but while I lived together and wasn't attacked, I was still fine - I don't know what was okay, but I told myself that anyway.

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And the next day, during the lunch break at the store, I walked out the back door and headed for a place.

The capital has twelve streets running north and south, numbered in order from the westernmost, each with different features.

The first street is adjacent to the Church District. It took time to get to the church district on foot, so I got on a carriage that was patrolling King's Landing to make it easier. Recently, the carriage has good passenger seating quality, and even if you ride it, your buttocks don't hurt that much.

It took me about an hour to get close to the church district, and I got out of the carriage in my coat. The fare is five silver coins, which is cheap to have carried at this distance. This is because the state subsidizes riding carriages.

The parish is literally a district where the facilities of the Albain Divine Church are gathered. The chapel where people go to worship, and the monastery where the monks practice - I continued walking sideways through several buildings and reached the orphanage.

The orphanage is adjacent to a chapel. Yuma is the director of the orphanage while serving as a priest here. And if you are studying to become an archbishop, it is not impossible to fall down due to fatigue.

Children play in the garden of the orphanage. The young lady monk who was watching it walked towards me.

"Hello, can I help you?

"I'd like to see the director here. Can I see him?"

"If you're the dean, I'll be at your chapel today. However, you haven't been feeling well lately, so your visit is...."

Yuma is not yet old enough to drink, and the monks are strictly forbidden to drink, so she can't come to my guild.

That's why I thought I should carry her legs to see how she is. It seemed like I was overprotective, and my legs got so far away.

Only this time, the exception. I'll just settle the request in the tavern.

You can only move from yourself if you have to. Though I think I'm making excuses, I get angry.

"I'm Yuma... an old friend of yours. I know about Miralka Elise."

"Miralka Elis... ah, can you show it to me as a friend of" Poor Disaster "...?

The female monk brings her surprise to her face. I thought this would convince me, but Miralka's name was powerful. The lady seems to know the monk because she's in and out of here.

"Well then, I will ask Yufir. Please wait."

Probably older than Yuma, the monk rushed to the chapel. Perhaps Yuma will realize it's me.

As expected, the returning monk guided me to the chapel where Yuma was.

When I entered the chapel, I saw the back of a priestess who offered her prayers in front of the idol.

In the light that falls from the skylight, she continues to pray quietly. I thought it would be nice to approach, but when I never started walking, the priestess looked back.

--And smile as if it were the same as before. She raised one hand and greeted her with a small move.

"Long time no see, Mr. Dick. There was a myth just now, and I knew you'd come."

"That's amazing... what kind of mystery was that?

"... that's a secret. God's will is not easy to teach to others."

I put my index finger on my mouth and said. It's as small as ever, but I can't tell you that I'm growing taller and childish anymore. The white priest's clothes flutter the soft curves of her body.

"... have you lost a little weight? I haven't seen him in a long time, and I don't know what to say."

"* giggle *... Dick, you knew I was sleeping, right?

"The prospect... well, I don't think it's a good idea to send a visitor there."

"Thank you very much. Dick has been kind for a long time, and he's always not interested in other people."

"If you're not interested in others, you won't start with an Alliance. I just don't want to stand out."

Yuma laughed joyfully when she said the usual line.

However, even if you talk like this, it looks fine at first glance, but there is no denying that you feel uncomfortable.

Speaking of Yuma, something. She's too poisonous now. The Yuma I know is not such a picturesque Virgin.

"Is the orphanage going well?

"Yes, we're already full, so I'm going to talk to your father and build another orphanage."

"... you're still busy, aren't you? If you put too much roots in, it's bad for your health."

Speaking of yumarasa, it's called "relieving the soul." But thanks, there's no sign of that word coming out of her now.

That is strange. It's obviously unusual if she doesn't tell me that she wants to soothe my soul, which I haven't seen in a long time. No, I may not say it normally, but Yuma is not normal.

"It's important to work and study, but sometimes you can do something fun without thinking about anything."

"Yes... but the king's capital is peaceful. Things that shake my soul don't happen very often."

Emma is stroking.

That's still true - even if you don't. The reason she's not feeling well is because she's not feeling well.

"Since you returned to King's Landing, you haven't been able to...?" Relieve the Soul "

"Eh... well, why did you do that...?

"No, you'll see. He said all day that he wanted to relieve his soul, but now he only says very normal things. It's not like Yuma."

"... the King's Capital has become peaceful, and I can't yet be entrusted with the work of consolation, so unlike when I was on an adventure, I can't really... town... relieve my soul..."

Yuma is so hungry that she hesitates to say the word "relieve the soul" - if she does, she won't be able to endure it, that's probably what it is.

"... but... oh... that's how I remembered. I want to calm down Dick's soul... just a little..."

"Wait... I'm still alive. What does it mean to tranquilize a soul while it's alive?

"Forced into the kingdom of God... sacred magic... ascension..."

"Eh... Yu, Yuma, calm down. One day, my soul will calm down when I finish my life. That's why I have to keep it for now...."

As my eyes rolled, the light returned to Yuma's eyes, which were twitching and approaching me.

--I 'm still thin. After a sigh of relief, I sat down in the chapel seat and brought a souvenir from Zack the Leather for Yuma.

"Are chapels forbidden to eat and drink? Then I'll change the place."

"No, it's okay... Mr. Dick, for me...?

"Oh, for now, for the sake of nourishment... don't worry, it's not alcohol."

I pulled out a cork-stoppered bottle and opened it, pouring the liquid into the glass that I brought in to keep it from cracking.

"Peace Shizuku". A medicinal beverage formulated exclusively by Elves, with a rare raw medicine extract and flavored to make it easier to drink.

Yuma takes the glass when she sits next to me. Then I gently applied my lips.

"Nh... ah... I thought it might be bitter because it looks rich. It's sweet and easy to drink."

"Even with medicine, taste is important. Well, think of it as a fine potion."

"Yes... my body is getting a little warmer. I feel so calm...."

It is said to be so effective as to be tired, so it seems to have worked well for Yuma.

Serve baguette sandwiches and fruit juice that can be eaten by monks who are forbidden to eat meat, as appetite is generated by drinking calm shizukuishi.

"Eat this if you like. It's a pretty popular snack in our shop."

"... yes. When I took the medicine, I was ashamed, but I got a little hungry. I'll take it."

Yuma peels off the sandwich wrapping paper and hits it when it snaps. I turned my gaze to the idol because I didn't see much of Lady's food.

"Dick... you miss me. This is how I ate when I was on a journey of demon king crusade. It's much better than that."

"That's good. Even Yuma seems to be lightweight, so you should eat her properly."

"Yes, I'd love to have Dick with me."

If Yuma says so, there is no other way to treat her companion. I took out the baguette sandwich that I was going to eat later and hit her with my eyes ticklish.

So far, Yuma is not so weak as to be unable to eat, but I don't think it is okay as it is.

If you don't get rid of Yuma's stress, you won't be able to solve the fundamental problem. Then what should I do?

To do that, fill her soul soothing appetite.

I don't think it's bad to be honest with you, but I still want to get them back.

It's just my way. I had already figured out what I could do to you.