Where were the dungeons born, the spirits called for help, the adventurers were in trouble?
I’ve seen it all before, and I’ve experienced it all before.
For now, I was in no hurry.
“That’s great, Oji-san!” (Sakura)
“Huh?” (Ryouta)
It was different from any situation I’d expected.
Sakura’s eyes lit up with a sudden change and she crowded me.
“W-What is it? What are you talking about that’s great?” (Ryouta)
“I just visited Elza and her friends, and they told me that you’re making over a million yen a day.” (Sakura)
“What? Oh, you mean that? Well, technically it’s not yen, it’s piro…” (Ryouta)
“A million yen, right? One, right? You can rent out Disney or something, right?” (Sakura)
“One bottle is one bottle, but doesn’t it cost a million to rent out Disney?” (Ryouta)
I don’t know.
I mean, even a billion wouldn’t be enough. I’m not talking about ten billion, so I’m thinking …… double-digit billion.
“It’s amazing how much money you can make in one day. Would you like to be my dad?” (Sakura)
“No! I don’t think that’s a good idea!” (Ryouta)
“Haha, I’m only joking. It’s so cute that you’re all red in the face. If you’re the owner of a cheatrem, you need to be more dignified than that.” (Sakura)
“I’m not even a cheatrem……” (Ryouta)
I was really tired of Sakura’s first-class teasing.
I stand shoulder to shoulder with her and we start walking down the corridor together.
“But it’s really great, isn’t it? A million yen a day —- I mean, Piro. A piro is worth almost as much as a yen, isn’t it?” (Sakura)
“Yeah, …… well, is this the first time since Sakura came that you’ve seriously made money in a dungeon?” (Ryouta)
“Yeah. I was in the middle of Oji-san’s work on the Californium thing.” (Sakura)
“Yes, you were.” (Ryouta)
It was a pretty normal misunderstanding.
Sakura had settled in so quickly that it felt like she’d been there forever, that she knew everything about the family.
I felt like that.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about …… in Californium, isn’t there?” (Ryouta)
“Like, for example?” (Sakura)
“Like, there’s a bar that everyone goes to?” (Ryouta)
“What’s that cool! Master, the usual! Do you do that?” (Sakura)
“The opposite, though. I like new things, so I go there and they give me new products.” (Ryouta)
“That’s even cooler. What else is there?” (Sakura)
“Like, there’s a city named after me?” (Ryouta)
“A classic! Awesome! Where is it? Show me. Show me.” (Sakura)
“It’s late today, I’ll see tomorrow. And …… Oh, like the one where you get the tax instead of paying it?” (Ryouta)
“I like it, it’s like CheatRem!” (Sakura)
As they talked, Sakura became more and more excited.
It was refreshing to hear that something I’d taken for granted before was actually (not so much actually) something she didn’t know yet, and I told her about it, one thing after another.
“Oh, and black parties. They’re much fewer and farther between these days.” (Ryouta)
“Black parties?” (Sakura)
“I mean a party like a black company.” (Ryouta)
“Black parties? Is there such a thing as a corporate slave?” (Sakura)
“It’s hard to respond when you’re so excited about it.” (Ryouta)
“Wow, there’s a lot of …… stuff.” (Sakura)
I tried to go back to my room, but Sakura was with me, so I came to the salon instead.
I walked into the salon and sat down in my place.
Sakura also sat on the sofa around there.
“Ya, ……, but it’s awesome.” (Sakura)
“Hmm?” (Ryouta)
“A million yen.” (Sakura)
Sakura ended up back there.
“CheatRem’s great too, but it’s just fun, you know? There’s no real feeling or anything. But the daily wage? One million yen is amazing. I know what I’m talking about.” (Sakura)