Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

However, it was raining.

Water droplets on the windowsill flow down and draw lines.

Yut waited for people as he watched the sight through the window.

It's been a long time since I've been in a fast food store. Music I don't know the name of the song, but not uncomfortable to the extent that it doesn't interfere with my thinking. Because of the weather, because of the time slot, the only other guests are counting.

One of them, Yut, sneaks a spell document into a slightly larger bag and pushes in an infinitely stored bag as well, but it only looked like a student everywhere. The outfit is also a ruffled, easy-to-move outfit: khaki-colored cargo pants on a tweed down shirt instead of the usual robe.

You can't even imagine being a magician (wizard) in another world.

(Well, if I told you I was going back to the other world, that would be sick...)

Take a sip of the nearly chilled coffee. Unexpectedly look at the tannins. There would be preference issues, but it was more of an instant where the cagra would brew.

Nevertheless, it must be coffee. After another sip, Yut moves his gaze outside again.

From the window seat upstairs, I could see the umbrella opening like a flower and the car running unchanged even in the rain. A common everyday landscape. But none of them, sights not seen in the Brewers.

(If I say I miss it, I miss it...)

It's been a long time since I've spent so much time alone in Japan. When I first came back, anti-monster measures that came across the border. After that, I only remember trading and keeping busy with someone.

Though, the time I wanted, I felt different about that, too.

Air-conditioned indoor.

Ice floating drink.

It's junk food that looks bad for your body, but fries that somehow carry it in your mouth.

Everyday on Earth, extraordinary on the Brewers.

I don't even have to think about which is more comfortable.

Nevertheless, even before these symbols of civilization, Yut had no more than a feeling of nostalgia. It's not worth it for Valtrude to put Arcia on the scale with the world we're all in.

Do you mean the capital if you live there?

Or because over there, you got something better than that?

Well, it's not bad for the occasional spending.

"Are you alone?

"Oh. They shook me."

Without even looking back, Yut replied to the ponytail girl.

A remarkable response, indeed.

My real name doesn't commit the kind of foolishness that I take from the front, but I sit next to Yuut silently putting the tray down.

"It's rare for a player's sempai."

"There's something more important than me."

That's not what Acorn actually said, but like shaking something off - or, as it was possessed - childhood friends watching cartoons and movies stored on the recorder, even though they were fiancées, had nothing else to relax about.

I don't care how you look at it from anywhere, it's nothing but escape, but sometimes I think it's escape. In a few moments, he'll get back to his usual condition.

It should be.

"Don't dictate to me just because you've been shaken"

"No, it's not"

"… is that an immediate answer? That hurts."

"If you do that, I'll get hurt, too. In a physical sense."

"Then it would be more efficient for me to get hurt alone"

Generally unconvincing logic, but the real name gained a spear with it. Although it is a unique thought, there is no breakdown of logic for her.

It might have been different if there had been an intelligent body makina born in a tablet instead of a spell document, but the fact that it has eyes is turning it off.

Even if you didn't have eyes, your real name wouldn't want Makina to talk to you.

"Long time no see, Sempai"

"Oh. You look better there, more importantly. Sorry about the unscheduled call."

"I don't mind that..."

"Can't hide the existence of the many gates, the Infinite Portal?

"Yep..."

Even though it is thin on Earth, magic exists, and there is an organization that studies and manages mysteries.

The first-degree magic instructor of the Hyun-chul Conference (Danishmend) is Makoto Qino. There was no particular contact during school, but a girl attending the same high school as Yut and Akane.

The first contact with Yut, who came back like an accident, puts him in a position like an intermediary in the organization.

"Then I'll be fine. Upstairs, I don't mind telling you."

"... okay?

Dimensional travel through the Dimensional Dragon (Kronos Dragon) Dal-Lukash is limited to about once every month to two months for a few hours.

That also had the advantage of being easy to grasp for the Hyung-chul Conference.

However, the frequency of dimensional travel using multiple gates varies from two to three days. The shorter time that the gates can be opened also has the disadvantage of making it difficult to grasp actions on the other side of the world as a Hyun-chul meeting.

I kept it a secret that I only had to be extra vigilant...

"Keeping it hidden is the limit, isn't it?

"That's right...... What's in the back?

A true name that turns a swordswallowing glance at Yut as he turns his potatoes upset and wipes his salty fingertips with paper napkins.

I trust you, but I don't trust you. Those were my eyes.

For Yuut, who is often given full confidence in the Brewers, it's a pleasant attitude on the contrary. I just didn't realize that was close to how Vainamarinen feels about Yut.

"I had a child"

"... ha. Are you with Mr. Valtrude?

"Of course."

"Congratulations."

Rotate the chair around and say as your real name bows its head. Ponytail danced well as if expressing his feelings.

Congratulations.

Even for my real name, it's the first time I've ever had a child in a friend - too thick a relationship to describe as someone I know. General questions come to mind, such as what to do to celebrate. Wrapping cash doesn't seem to have any use for it, but something useful doesn't come up aggressively.

"'Cause, yeah. Are you a child!?"

Finally, the brains of my real name came to the gravity of the problem.

Earthlings and children of otherworlds.

For all we know, the first mixed blood.

How shocked will the Hyun-chul meeting be in this big news. How much confusion.

I don't even want to imagine.

"Calm down."

"It's a sudden visit, so I thought there was something..."

"I can't help it all. Because it's a natural dish."

"Please be a little worse. How hard does Sempai feel if he puts me through this!

I know you have eyes.

Still, without screaming, I couldn't stay.

Let it not be the totality of the organization, it is visible that once Yut and Valtrude have their children, there will be a meeting to see if they can get just one piece of hair.

At the end of the line is the plank.

"Well, but that would be good if Sempai was happy..."

"I'm sorry. Thanks."

Hmm, exhale and your real name regains its calm. The voice is also smaller than it was earlier.

And I finally realized Yut's intentions.

"I see. Are you going to hide that news"

"That's not what happened at many gates, is it?

"Yep. That's for sure"

I agree with Yut, my real name is Drink orange juice.

The ice was melting and thinning, but the sweetness seemed to stain my brain.

"And then my parents are going to move over there, so they want me to follow them around,"

Relatives will have no choice but to delude themselves into moving abroad, but neither will they go to the administration.

Whatever the reality, it's the same as going missing. There, I had to rely on the Hyun-chul meeting.

"How much of a problem do you intend to overlap…"

"Because it's the parents' hope. Besides, it's easier to protect you if you come that way."

"When it comes to Sempai's parents, we take the greatest care of them."

Yut feels the need to follow up on his true name, which he says is out-of-heart.

Neither does Yut trust his real name and the Hyun-chul meeting. Otherwise, I wouldn't have left my family on Earth before.

I choose the words, sipping the coffee I have less left.

"I know. Right. Correct it as more reassuring."

"Whatever, I'll tell you up there..."

The real name I grew up in at the Sage Council facility is the only thing I can imagine is the love of my parents.

So, for the sake of my son - not so much for my grandson - I don't understand Yut's parents' feelings about abandoning their comfortable lives lightly.

Is a parent something you can sacrifice yourself to that extent?

Or are Yut's parents special?

But I threw away the thought that my real name was noise. I don't need it for work.

"So you're selling us that apartment, right?

"Are you there? Neighbor - if it's not Zhuyin's house, you're buying it away, aren't you?

"It's not just next door. Top, bottom, diagonal."

"That's great."

At this point, I can't say anything.

I have my parents' opinions, and I have attachments because it's a house where I was born and raised. I also feel a little lonely putting it in someone else's hands.

"Right. Let's pack it up around here."

"Right. First of all, I wonder if our parents can quit their jobs properly."

Regardless of the law, I don't think my father in particular would quit without a proper handover. In fact, there is no prospect of being three months or six months ahead.

"If possible, I'd like to interact directly with Sempai's father and mother."

"... for now, if it's just documents"

"It helps."

We then had a few practical stories and were finally able to be on a topic where we thought our real name was the real deal.

"Yes, yes. Here's a list of books you'll be given."

Knowledge made on the pedestal of God. Library of God.

The book of the otherworlds that will be the highlight of this was that of the Knowledge God, the man, and Nice, the black witch of the scribe, who was waiting for him.

"Classical literature, classics, natural sciences, old medical books. I don't know about this."

"I guess it's reasonable. From what I can tell, it just feels classic and stubborn, but otherwise, it doesn't make sense."

From what I've seen the list all the time, I can see that it is seriously carefully selected. At least, I'm pretty sure it's not about collecting old books for sale.

"Is there anything else, like a request?

"Right..."

Move your gaze outside the window and think.

Zeras God or Nice will be happy with anything. So is Vainamarinen.

I mean, wouldn't a book be required that I could understand even if it wasn't that kind of insane race?

"I mean art books, what is it? How about a collection of world famous pictures?

"I see, that's a picture, not a letter. It may also be a good drawing for children."

Because this is my first cultural exchange, my real name reflects that I may have become too hard.

"Well, maybe it would be best if you wrote a book about our culture and history over there."

"Please stop. The organization will no longer stand."

First, we need a meeting to select a writer - a meeting to determine attendees for.

It is easy to imagine that even after a decision has been made by the writer, it will be extraordinary for a meeting to determine the content, for a meeting to scrutinize the manuscript.

And this is the most important thing, but it's more obvious than seeing fire that the more great people want to get involved in that book.

"Sempai, don't do too much heavy shock over here,"

"I'm going to have a normal time..."

"First, let's change that perception. If I'm bad, I'll have to run away from you, too."

"I'm fine. I have room for extra."

So cheap and laughing yuuto, his real name stares sharply at him.

But that doesn't last long either. My real name opens its mouth as I straw around the orange juice with all the more water.

"Well, if so, I'll take care of you"

I thought it was a joke.

At this time, not yet.