Heibon na Watashi wa Tonikaku Hibon

There were a lot of people in that noisy place.

"Mr. Tonic, what is this place..."

"It's the cafeteria."

"Right."

Counter seats at the table. Lots of people there.

Who eats rice, who is arguing about something, who is looking at each other and talking in a whisper, who is colluding with the clerk.

It's a popular dining room where all sorts of people gather.

"You got a bulletin board over there, right? It's the request that came to the contractor that's sticking it out there. The owner here is acting as an intermediary. You can also register contractors here."

Stasta and I follow Mr. Tonic as he progresses without hesitation.

We arrived at a small counter built to hide in the back of the dining room near the bulletin board Mr. Tonic pointed out earlier.

"Mr. Wanzalt, are you there?

"Oh, if you think of someone, you're a Tonic boy. Long time no see."

It was a well-fitted middle-aged man who showed up at the counter in response to Mr. Tonic's voice.

A tough face for a disappointing body.

Don't tell me you secretly thought you were doing bandits and bandit heads or something.

"You look good, Mr. Wanzalt. I'm here today for a favor."

"What, are you finally quitting the Knights and coming back to the contractor?

"I didn't quit. I want this guy registered as a contractor."

"Hmm? It's unusual for you to bring people. Besides, I'm here with a woman... Hmm, that makes sense? Let's talk in the back."

Jizz stared at this one, Mr. Wanzalt showing the door leading behind the counter.

Tonic nodded at us when we asked, and we followed Mr. Wanzalt into the back.

"Sit wherever you want."

Passed through is a room like the reception room.

Me and Lady Ray, Tonic and Emu each sit on a two-seater couch and Arf sits on a one-seater couch, prompted by Wanzalt, who sat on a one-seater couch.

"Now, don't be surprised how many times I've known you before, Tonic, with Summoners from different worlds, Superior Mages, Middle Mages, and even Former Demon Kings."

It was Master Ray and Mr. Emu who reacted as quickly as possible to the surprise words emanating from Mr. Wanzalt.

Ray, who embarked on himself to shelter me, and Emu, who gathered magic in his right hand so that magic could be unleashed at any time.

I guess she's trying to use the magic of the wind attribute because there's a bunch of green dressed spirits around Mr. Emu's right hand.

As a result, Arf is in a completely bystander position.

"Easy, you guys. It's Mr. Wanzalt's ability.

"Ability?"

"Oh, with the ability to know only one piece of information about the confronted, maybe you've seen who you are."

Mr. Wanzalt nodded at Mr. Tonic's explanation.

"Tonic is right." Disclosure of information ". Sorry to peek at you on your own. But the only thing I saw was who you were, so I would appreciate it if you could introduce yourself. Finally, it's easy to explain the situation. That's why I'm Wanzalt Sarda. I am the owner and broker of this mass cafeteria. Say hello."

The spirits are intrigued to stroke and slap Mr. Wanzalt's tumultuous head with a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh when I started to get out to the kids who slipped out like slides.

I saw the spirits lift their guard. Lady Ray drew strength from her body, and Emu, who saw Lady Ray like that, also fogged her magic.

Strangely enough, the spirits are equally vigilant against those we guard against.

Still, even if we are vigilant, we stop by those who are judged not to have to be vigilant by their standards.

We'll see how they react and decide if we can trust that person.

The spirits seemed to have eyes upon men, and almost all of them connected were very good men.

And so, from the moment the spirits stopped by, Mr. Wanzalt became a believer.

"Explain the circumstances..."

Mr. Tonic answers with a small smile if you ask him from where he is to where he is.

"You can tell me everything. Mr. Wanzalt is a man of sufficient credibility. I took care of him when I was a contractor, too."

Absolute confidence in Mr. Wanzalt was on the word.

I got permission from Mr. Tonic, so we told him everything we had to do to get here.

Well, we already talked about it without covering it up.

I even talked about the spirits playing with Mr. Wanzalt's tumultuous head as a slide.

I can see the Spirit except for Wanzalt, who looked complicated and paid his head, Tonic, and Emu, who smiled bitterly, so even after Wanzalt paid me off, I stopped by his head again, and the three of us looked at the Spirits who started playing and laughed without thinking.

"Well, I know the general situation. So? How strong is your lady?

"Eh, the magic of wind attributes can be used up to the finest. Other attributes roam intermediate and advanced..."

"Heh, that's awesome! Magic specialty?

"Don't be silly. I'm the one who taught you how to fight meatballs. A dagger and a one-handed sword are among the top front-line pioneers. I haven't got my bow arm yet, but I'm in a position to use it in the hunt."

……

I laugh bitterly at Mr. Tonic, who puts his chest up and proudly says:

That's right. It's getting stronger. It should have been.

Yet when I confronted the bear demon, all I could do was tremble.

I could only manage to escape the scene.

The strength I gained didn't even make me excited.

"But,"

Mr. Tonic continues his words.

My hand was put on my head with a pong, which I accidentally leaned over because of self-loathing. Lady Ray.

The face hidden in the robe is no longer exposed as having any meaning to hide.

I looked up according to Ray, who smiled a small smile on that face, with his gaze telling me to listen to Mr. Tonic.

"I don't have enough experience with this guy overwhelmingly. I have enough strength, but I can't deal with it immediately because I don't have any experience. Fatal."

"Enough to be done. So you're the contractor."

"Ah. Sign up for a contractor and do a lot of requests and you'll get your own experience. I... we want this guy to have the strength to live alone."

Lady Ray nods at Mr. Tonic's words.

"There is also a promise to let those who deny us blow a bubble. She has to be strong."

"It..."

I opened my eyes unexpectedly to what Master Ray had said.

Me and Lady Ray's "dreams" so tiny that it seems normal to be forgotten, just once spoken.

I'm surprised he hasn't forgotten that I'm a force to persevere in life even if I'm willing to.

"What, you forgot, Rio? There would be no reason for me to give up saying you were kicked out of the castle. I can tell you where he was when he lost his temper. Just do something you regret letting go of your hand."

I laughed unexpectedly at Master Ray, who said with a clear smile.

Yes. I have to be stronger than I am now.

For them and for myself.

"Mr. Wanzalt, I have to be strong. In order to survive in this world, in return for those who denied us. You have to be strong."

"Fine, I get it. I'll do the registration over here."

Mr. Wanzalt gave me pleasure when he slapped his tulung head with a pasin.

In this way I was able to register as a contractor in the sun.