Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

3. Family meetings

"I'm sorry, Val. Because of me, we're both going to have less time..."

"No, never mind. It's not Arcia's fault or anything."

"Right. The bad news is, was it Murgoosh? You're the god. No, it's the followers who are directly at fault. It's not really religion at all."

"Acorn......"

"Mr. Acorn..."

The beloved daughter of the Holy Virgin of Helenonia and the Goddess of Death and Magic gives a face to the visitor girl who condemns her for her contemporary Japanese sensibility.

I know it's not malicious, but I can't even look at it as a priest.

But before Acorn realized his own rudeness, he was called out to the three of them.

"Eh. This, what? What's the situation?"

Welcoming a talent with both a one- and a two-habit named Nice with a photographic memory in the baron of gastronomy, and having stepped into the couple's bedroom after other work, Yuut had encountered an unexpected situation.

Yut and Valtrude's bedroom - that's the story so far. At least two more are planned for the future, so there's a lot of room for intervals.

Most of all, it was still to be determined whether we would all use the same room, or whether 'Yut and Acorn Room' or 'Yut and Arusia Room' would have something else available......

Anyway, it's a huge space, so there's no pressure for the four of us to come in.

However, three of them are gathered on the bed, so the population density is locally high.

"What... Well, it's a family meeting."

"Family meeting."

I almost denied it reflexively, but it is undoubtedly 'family' to be here.

When Jonah heard the statement, she said, "Even though I'm family, I've been left out of company..." and it might be a fluke, but not the other way around.

When these four people get together alone, they remind me of that night at Folio-Farina. It's enough of a situation to make you feel extra conscious.

Yut therefore chooses to shake off the past and move on.

"... so what's on the agenda?"

Detailed commentary - instinctively - withholds and asks Acorn about the existential significance of this gathering. As things stand, we already feel disadvantaged, but it does not begin without knowing its purpose.

However, while standing near the entrance to the bedroom, he remained vigilant and did not attempt to approach the bed.

"Of course it's about Mr. Alcia."

With a ruffled outfit of jerseys up and down on a t-shirt, I assure you, with my chest stretched. I can only see it during a physical education class or a school trip, but when Acorn does that, it looks strange and fashionable. Maybe he was after it, too.

"There's something you're hiding, right?

"No?

"You ever intentionally shut up?

"... not"

In its vibrant manifold, Valtrude sits next to Acorn in bed with a more surprising look than impression. Glimpses of smooth feet glimpse from a short silk bedding.

Even while I love my wife like that, Yuut floats a tannic surface on the surface.

As he put his arms together, he opened his mouth to his childhood friend to teach him.

"If you're guessing that much, do you have a choice to keep it in your chest?

"Right. But if a brave man doesn't be impotent again,"

"Yut..."

Alcia, who is loosely dressed in piercing clothes with no body line, gives a worrying look to Yut, who has not yet changed into her bedtime clothes.

I can't help it if this happens.

Yut surrendered with his hands up.

"I wasn't hiding it, I thought it was bad when I said it, I just kept quiet..."

"I mean, what do you mean?

Valtrude goes on if he doesn't see himself as being more familiar with the situation than Acorn should be.

"We may not solve this case if we just defeat the followers of Murgusz."

"Naturally, I don't think I can root for that..."

"In short, you mean you have to stay the same?

Ex - I mean, if we don't do something about Murgush God himself, it won't be a fundamental solution.

To that innocent point, the two priests literally change their complexion.

"Well, you are. It would be different from Verga's."

"I can't believe I was thinking about that."

"Because Mr. Arcia is more important"

"Yut..."

We stare at each other - we can't, but our minds overlap.

But that won't last long either.

Yut, who thought of the presence of a third party, coughs up and returns to the conversation.

"No more secrets, no more silence."

"... I see"

Recently, he rocked his hair a little longer and the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) exhaled.

"Exile would be thrilled if we talked about it."

I support the policy in a different direction from Yut's, saying that it is better to keep it a secret. Alcia, too, smiled bitterly at it but generally agreed.

"Even so, I really don't even think I can handle Murgoosh God. Just trying to prepare for the worst."

"Oh, I heard the flag."

"No, yeah. Well, fine. Not good, but no."

To my husband and fiancée with a tasteful expression and unspoken emotions, the air of the place lightens.

At that time, Yut changed the conversation with a question in his mouth because it was an opportunity.

"By the way, I heard something about us all making an agreement or something?

"Huh? Val, did I talk to you?

"I'm sorry. In the flow..."

"What kind of flow was it?

Rarely, Acorn and Arcia look wolfy.

Apparently, I didn't want them to know.

(When that happens, it would have been better if I didn't know...)

I don't think so, but I can't do it without a thrown race.

"Well, that's the deal, but what are we talking about?

Natural question.

So I never thought that would bring down the book of silence. Everyone and he turn away. White air erodes the bedroom.

(Have you stepped on a mine?

I think, after all, I can't do that I didn't throw a race.

"Right...... How“ friendly "are the brave guys and Val?

"Val......"

Too much cylinder out.

Exactly. I resented that. I protest with my gaze, but the spy just blushes and nags in embarrassment.

You'll have to forgive me.

And no more, let's stop now. I have no self-harm habits, no abusive tastes.

In order to manage the atmosphere of the venue, Yut turns his gaze around looking for new topics.

Bedroom as usual.

Visitors who are not always the way they are.

One of them, I can't help but notice the acorn outfit. My memory was stimulated by that blue jersey and I noticed it a few seconds later.

"... Zhuyin. Isn't that my jersey?

"I didn't know you'd notice there on your own... you're a brave man"

I guess she wanted to change the air, too. Yut's words were lightly ridden.

"If it's your own clothes, isn't it natural to notice?

Valtrude's strangely flattering allegations are also now deafening.

"What? You're saying I shouldn't wear a brave man's jersey?

"Uh. You can't normally"

Doubt your common sense.

"What, that reopening. Suspicious self-development book."

I'm not accusing you of anything. Perhaps he talked to Yut's mother Haruko and stole something from her, so she didn't steal anything.

Besides, I wasn't even looking to see that if I came to this Brewers, I wouldn't have used it, so I don't mind being in her hands per se.

But I didn't have the idea of replacing the pyjamas. If there's a use for it, it's a different story.

"In the meantime, why don't we give it back?

"I can't believe the brave man wants the clothes I wore..."

"That's because Boomerang is coming back, right?

A brave man calmly points out in a low tone against an acorn that dyes his cheeks and twists himself. He hasn't changed one complexion, but if he hasn't, despite his deliberate reaction, he's going to be around.

"You have no choice. Then let's dress Val and Arcia up as brave men."

"Zhu Yin, rest now"

"Something worries me!?"

"That's right, Mr. Acorn. No woman wears a man's clothes."

Alcia is gentle and speaks of common sense in this world.

A voice as gentle as my sister's as my mother's, on the contrary, decided Zhuyin's heart.

"Ugh. This is the culture gap"

"No, I don't really see men's clothing or anything. I don't think it's a contraindication."

"If it means a moveable outfit, I don't agree."

"I see. You're not fashion conscious."

That's why it means there's room for Vermilio to enter...

"What a waste."