Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Dragon's nest pavilion, first floor dining room.

The heir, who got the safe tag and returned to the inn, sat side by side at the dining room table with the girl because the innkeeper gave her permission to "use the dining room if you have a tag".

The only reason my successor didn't get permission to use the cafeteria in the first place seemed to be to pull into the room and make fun of me, because if no suspicious tags were in the cafeteria, they would only be the source of trouble.

I was a somewhat dissatisfied heir when I heard the story, but I was convinced that the shopkeeper's decision was correct because it was certainly very probable that no tag was the only one who was doing so for good reason in a sense: "not issuing a tag" or "or" lost ", but also" not daring to equip himself with a tag to hide his red name ".

Instead, the shopkeeper who prepared the room without evicting his heir, who was untagged, could be said to be kind without suiting his tough face.

Because of this, he is the heir who gained the credit of a tag and waved a major player to make use of the dining room. Then he ordered sixty larks of breakfast per serving for no quicker money, and the girl and I, we were eating each other carefully.

- Eat the meat, too.

The heir, who was chewing the bread in the first place, said quietly to the girl next door.

In that voice, the girl with the salad on her cheeks stops moving perfectly.

"... the meat was boiled yesterday"

"It makes sense that you don't have to eat today because you ate yesterday."

The menu lined up on the table is - somewhat stiff but edible bread. Brown, clear soup with chicken-like utensils. Salad with a lemon-like sour dressing. The above three dishes.

With more decent dishes out than I thought, the girl has only gotten her hands on salad and bread since earlier, approximating the heir she is delighted to eat.

It was at the beginning that the sheep were heirs who feared that they would not be able to eat meat physically, but he had already figured out that this girl simply didn't like meat because of the attitude of the girl pushing her soup vessel this way, aiming at the gaps he had made a rough look at, and the fact that she was eating dried meat even though she didn't like it last night.

The heir puts the meat soup in front of the girl.

"Enjoy."

"- Wow, I have vegetables. Vegetables are the supreme..."

The girl squeezes the fork with a pull and rejects the heir's words farther away.

"Right. Then I'll enjoy its supreme flavor too."

As the heir took the fork and salad from the girl's hand, she opened her mouth wide and scratched the salad at once.

Successor cheeks salad all over her mouth. The girl looked at him like that with a flashy face.

When the girl put her gaze back on the table, what was left there was a soup lined with meat.

Successors chase and shoot at every young girl.

"I'm so hungry, you can eat it all."

The girl despaired.

To such a girl, the heir laughs niggardly and whispers sweet words.

"- I just wanted to say, if you honestly feel like talking, I'll help you eat, too."

The girl's shoulder moved pickly.

"Give me a confession. Why did you want to make me an adventurer?

………………

But the girl leans down and doesn't open her mouth.

It's always been at this rate.

The Adventurer Guild forced his successor to become an adventurer in the middle of nowhere, but when asked why.

The heir scratched her cheek like she was in trouble.

Even heirs weren't interested in adventurers. So I didn't mean to say this about being an adventurer.

It was the heirs themselves who did not do so that they could have refused strongly in the first place. Besides, if I got a description of the adventurer registration, there was nothing there that seemed to be a downside. - No,

Name: Successor

Occupation: F-Rank Adventurer

The notation "F-Rank Adventurer” in the successor's name window. This is an item that has been forced to be added by registering as an adventurer.

This rank starts with S above, has seven levels: A, B, C, D, E, and F at the bottom, and represents the strength of the adventurer as it is.

The successor is an F-rank representing the apprenticeship, so he is now in a state equal to walking with the weakest sign on his back.

The only downside could be said to be precisely that.

Therefore, the heir persuades the girl to speak without concern.

"……………………"

The girl doesn't try to talk and never opens her mouth.

... No, I may just not be able to open it.

My heir was offering a spoon with meat in front of the girl's mouth.

"Here. Let's have it either eat, talk, or we'll have it"

"... mmm... eh"

She didn't try to open her mouth, but after a while of offense, it made sense to persuade her successor.

The teary-eyed girl finally spoke out as she had noticed.

"... because I want to be an adventurer"

But the words the girl spoke were not so comprehensible.

I made my successor an adventurer because the girl wants to be an adventurer.

It doesn't make sense.

"... shouldn't I have been? Or was there an age limit or something?

"No. But I can't be. … I am a“ slave, "Muri"

The heir opened her eyes to the girl's words.

For a moment, I suspect I heard wrong.

"A slave, that slave...? What, you guys?

The heir brought the word with an incredible face.

"Yes. I can see it in the name window"

The heir was hacked by the word and immediately looked bitter. Because this is the first time I've noticed the fact that I haven't checked the girl's name window once yet.

Because he wasn't alert about the girl, until then if I told him, but I still didn't even know her name, and I poisoned myself in the heart to see why I didn't try to confirm it.

Name: Roulier

Occupation: Owned by Debt Slave 'Laseheima'

"- Debt slaves?

"Yes. I can't be an adventurer until I turn my money back"

- - Apparently, as far as listening to girls is concerned, it is easy to understand that debt slavery is not the same as the slave class in the identity system, simply speaking of "those who sold themselves to the heels of debt".

Until the debt is repaid, slaves will no longer be able to receive permission from their masters, or from anyone other than those who have obtained permission from their masters (because it is expressly forbidden) with regard to any business transaction, and that applies to everything that slaves can have, not just gold - that is, to the workforce that they own.

Therefore, no one other than my husband would hire slaves - in other words, I would not even be an adventurer. That's the story.

"I see. So you want me to be an adventurer and ask for a job or get paid to do something like that instead of you"

The girl nods and adds another.

"... I also want you to beat the monster"

"Have you done that with the adventurers yet?

The girl nodded naggingly.

"... I ask you one thing, why do you want to be such an adventurer? Maybe it makes more money than mining, but it should be dangerous for that matter. Killing a monster means you're on your ass, right?

The heir asked as she stared at the girl's face with a serious face. The girl in front of me is still young but smart. You should also be well aware that adventurers are dangerous. I guess it was hard to tell my heirs to do it with me because I know it's dangerous in the first place. If so, why?

When the girl questioned stared straight back at her successor as she had decided to, she now replied with dignity.

"I want to level up and be strong"

The moment the girl's answer sounded clear - her successor's chest rattled.

It was the same.

My successor's desire for strength had risen and she couldn't stop since she heard about leveling up in the Adventurer Guild, too.

But the heir didn't know. Why do I want to be so strong? That swirls in me much stronger than I want to know why I came to this world than I want to go back to Japan.

And why are you ashamed to feel like a girl has seen through your chest like that? Why do you feel it all the time?

I don't know. I didn't know.

"Why... you want to be strong?

The heir asked quietly to squeeze it out.

The look on his face when asked was so serious as if I were going to give the wise man a lesson from now on.

In response to such a successor's question, the girl answered with a rough nose.

"Whatever it takes, yeah. I'm gonna be strong and I'm gonna kill you."

The heir who heard that answer freezes for a moment - and

"- Huh."

I laughed. That already made me laugh a lot. Instead, the successor laughed with such momentum that it echoed throughout the inn.

The innkeeper looked annoyingly at his successor, who grinned with his belly, and the girl blushed again.

"... and Shirai! I don't. Seriously!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Sorry."

"Mmm!"

The words of the little wise man were the truth.

It was simple, lucid, and resonated with the hearts of my heirs.

I'm sure I do, too.

I really wanted to hit the blonde on that bus. But I couldn't. I was afraid to be beaten back, and then sanctioned by the great power of society. So feisty, naughty, gave way.

Even yesterday, I wanted to beat Dana Route to death. But I couldn't. I didn't flatter you this time, I didn't give in, but I simply wasn't strong enough. I had myself dropping off Dana Route's back running away, somewhere in a ho.

It should be embarrassing. It should be lame.

Yes, that's why...

To Punska and the angry girl, the heir offered his right hand in large measure.

The girl looks up at her heir's face and leans her neck, cunning.

"I want to be strong too."

Hearing the heir's words, the girl's half-eye opens slightly.

"It's my partner from today on. Nice to meet you, Lourier."

The girl looked at her heir's face blurry for a while, but eventually, when she reached for her own little hand on the offered hand, she squeezed and nodded.

"Yeah. I'll be strong with Tuguto"

On this day, my successor and Lourier.

Strange adventurer combinations were created: a boy strayed into another world and a sheep slave girl.