Did You Know That a Playboy Can Change His Job to a Sage? Chapter 3
The Playboyâs Tower of Babel Encore
The capital.
A certain room in a certain inn.
Morning.
âThat scum still hasnât come back!?â
âThe Conquering Sword Heroâ Rias kicked his chair.
âNo way⊠Did he really leave the party?â
He went to look at Dylanâs room, but it was completely bare.
Well, in the first place, he was the one who told him to hand all his items over, so of course, it was bare.
Rias isnât really thinking straight, though.
âââSon of a bitch! Do you even know what a âHeroâ is!?â
Dylan isnât a âHeroâ, though. Heâs just a âPlayboyâ.
Rias went back to his room in a huff.
And sat down on his bed.
âFine, whatever. It should be easy to hire someone else to carry our bags.â
He got up and went back down the stairs.
äžIt seems heâs heading for the dining room on the first floor to have breakfast.
Aiza and Mills still havenât woken up yet.
âHeh, those slovenly idiotsâŠâ
Rias took a seat.
Although he waited, nothing came out.
It only makes sense. Since this inn has a system where you go and get the food yourself.
It was then that it finally clicked that Dylan had been bringing him food every time.
âShit, why do IâŠâ
He grunted as he stood up to get a meal, ate it begrudgingly and then left to go back upstairs.
âOi, you, put away your own dishes!â
As the landlady shouted at him, he retorted with an âAs if I care!â and kept going.
That lady is the one who runs this inn.
âWhat did you just say!?â
The landlady decided to kick Rias out that same night.
One hour later.
Rias left the inn.
In the capital, there is the headquarters of the organization that supports the âHeroâ.
Originally, once they escaped from the Demon Continent, they should have reported back here straight away.
But, Rias didnât want to do that.
He still hadnât given up.
He was going to return to the Demon Continent, no matter what.
And to do that, he needed a ship.
Since the ship originally built for the heroes had sunk, he needed to prepare another one.
However, Rias didnât think this would be a big deal.
As soon as he said the word âHeroâ, shipwrights from all over the world should throw themselves at his feet.
âŠOf course, thatâs a big misunderstanding.
In the first place, he has to at least go to the port city from the capital.
There is a carriage that runs from the capital to the port.
He could make the trip much faster by teleportation magic, but there might be trouble if someone identifies him. Right now, heâs supposed to be in the Demon Continent. Even when using a ship, he was planning to keep his identity a secret.
That was his intention.
Rias arrived at the carriage stables wearing a hooded cloak and called out to the owner.
âHey, you.â
âHuh?â
âDonât âHuh?â me. Donât you know who I am?â
âHaaa? You some kind of thug?â
âYou scum. Look closely at my face.â
Heâs met this owner once before. Well, actually, he was standing in the back when Dylan negotiated.
âWho are yaâ?â
âYou⊠You have a defective memory, you scumâŠ!â
âWho didâja just call scum?â
âYou leave me with no choice, look at this.â
âHaa? âŠâProof of the Heroâ? Now whereâdja get that?â
âWhere you say? I received it directly from the King himself!â
âDirectly from the King⊠Oh! L-Lord HeroâŠ!?â
âYes, youâve finally remembered?â
âYes, please do pardon me, I didnât think someone who spoke so disgustingly would be a hero.â
âYouâre the one whoâs disgusting, knave!â
âBut, whyâre you here? Werenâtâja supposed to be in the Demon Continent? Wait, have ya already defeated the Demon King!?â
âN-no, thatâs uh⊠Not yet⊠Weâre just having uh⊠A little rest.â
âHa, a rest?â
âThat kind of thing doesnât concern you! Anyways, just give me a carriage!â
âThatâs fine anâ all, but where are ya going?â
âTo Janova. A three-person ride.â
âThe port city⊠Youâre headinâ back to the Demon Continent, huh?â
With a smirk, the owner understood.
Then, he remembered something.
âWhereâs that playboy fella from before?â
âHah! I expelled that scum!â
âHa? Expelled?â
âHe was just a worthless hanger-on whilst we worked around the clock! Besides, this mess is all his fault. He should be grateful I didnât end up killing him!â
âWell, you say hanger-on⊠But I only ever saw that fella runninâ around like some kind of servantâŠâ
âHe ran away from the enemy without permission! Itâs because of his cowardice that weâre in this quagmire!â
âIn other words, everyone escaped together⊠Ah.â
So youâre all here now, and not on the Demon ContinentâŠ? Although the owner had seen the full picture, Rias didnât realize.
âIâm done with that scum. Iâll be back here in one hour. Get everything ready.â
âAye, I got it. ââAh, and Iâll be taking the payment now.â
âWhat did you just say? Payment? Youâre trying to have a hero pay!?â
âEhh? Youâll put me in a bind if you say something like that. I mean, you paid properly the last time, right?â
âI donât know anything about that!â
âYou should know, even if youâre a hero if youâve got no money⊠Iâd have to get a contract from the support organizationâŠâ
âD-do not contact the support headquarters! Donât you ever!â
âEh?â
N-no, I mean, well⊠Money, right? Itâs just money. âŠWill this do?â
Rias put a single Garland silver coin on the table.
The owner is stunned, looking first at the coin then back at Rias.
âWhat, is there something wrong?â
The ownerâs eyes looked Rias up and down as if to put a price on him.
And this is what he eventually came up with. This guy is an idiot.
And so, his attitude changed.
âNot enough.â
âWhat did you say?â
âGiving me a silver coin like this, you think itâs enough? What do you want to ride exactly? A pony? Maybe a sheep?â
âWhat are you saying youâŠ!â
âTen Garland gold coins. That would do.â
âW-what, gold? And ten pieces!? Thatâs enough to buy food for a month! Thereâs no way itâs that high!â
âIf you donât like it, go find someone else.â
âYou bastardâŠ!!â
Seething with anger, his hand unconsciously reached to the sword on his hip.
But, before he knew it, a crowd had begun to gather. If he drew his sword and made a ruckus here, no doubt word would get back to the support organization.
âRemember this!!â
Rias turned and left.
Eventually, he didnât manage to rent any carriage at all.
âWhy did thisâŠ! Shit, shitâŠ.!â
âHey, you! Where have you been!â
When Rias returned to the inn, the only thing that greeted him was Aiza shouting in his ear. Mills stood next to her, expressionless.
âWhat? I donât have to report whatever Iâm doing to the likes of you!â
âThey kicked us out of the inn because of you! What the hell did you do!?â
âWhat? We got kicked out?â
Certainly, Riasâ luggage is on the step now that he looks at it.
âWhatâs this all about!?â
âHow should I know! Did you anger the old lady or something!?â
âWhat did you say!?â
As they were making such a fracas in front of the inn,
âOh ho whatâs this? A loverâs quarrel?â
âHey, you know⊠Those two look familiar.â
âWho were they againâŠ?â
Passers-by stopped and looked at Rias and the others.
Blood began to rise to Riasâ head.
âTch! Shit, weâve gotta goâŠ!â
Rias walked away quickly in a panic.
âWait just a moment! Where do you think youâre going!?â
âShut up! Be quiet!â
ââShut upâ!? Wait just a moment! Who do you think youâre speaking to!!â
After that,
Rias had managed to reserve lodgings at a hostel that looked little better than a shelter for the homeless.
Aiza said that âShe wasnât going to sleep in a stableâ, and went to look for somewhere else, Mills went with her.
âHey, whereâs all my luggageâŠ?â
Riasâ luggage that had been chucked out of their previous inn.
No way, did Aiza not bring his luggage with her when they left the inn?
He rushed back there, but there wasnât any sign of it
He intended to complain to the landlady that he had been unfairly evicted and lost his luggage as a result, but when she threatened to call the guards he fled.
âUuuu, shit, shit, why is thisâŠ!?â
Heâd lost all his luggage and travel expenses, all alone in that cold room, he sobbed himself to sleep.
Heavenly Tower Babel.
The sun is at its apex.
The tower partially conceals it, casting a looming shadow on the city below.
The town that sprawls around the base of the tower shares its name.
Itâs not an official name, of course. Itâs just how it came to be known as.
This land is considered sacred by the Alliance.
âAdventurersâ manage the city voluntarily.
At the centre of it all is the Adventurers Guild.
The building that houses the guild is built as if to surround the base of the tower.
First of all, I went to see the guild reception.
âOh~, It hasnât changed at all.â
After entering through the large double doors, I walked to the reception desk.
Well, itâs only been three years. Itâs been that long since I last saw the guild after joining the Heroes party, but itâs the same as ever.
The dining room and the tavern were as crowded as usual.
Over thereâs the roundtable where I scratched in my initials as a celebration for reaching level 99 as a jester.
The chairs are also wooden, but unlike the tables, they actually seem new. Everybody always breaks these when things get rowdy, I guess thatâs why.
Passing through that area, thereâs a bulletin board on the right-hand wall.
Party recruitment, item collection requests, bartering, that kind of thing.
The reception desk is a bit further on.
Even though this was my first time back in three years, I was glad to see that the receptionistâs face was a familiar one.
âItâs been a while, Anita. Didnât you miss me? Ah! In the three years weâve been parted, it felt like my heart was being torn asunder!â
Before I realized it, I was already offering her a single rose.
Poor Miss Anita is agape.
Crap, one of my strange jester habits appeared.
An adventurerâs âjobâ allows them to exceed human limits, but there are also certain âside-effectsâ.
In the case of the jester, youâll keep trying to impress women constantly, which eventually leads to doing completely unnecessary things in battles like comical one liners and poses. Incidentally, it pissed Rias off a lot as well.
And our receptionist Anita is still sitting there slackjawed.
This might be bad.
I broke into a cold sweat.
âD-DYLAAAAAAAAAAAN!?!?!?!â
Anitaâs sudden ear shattering outburst was a little surprising.
I laughed.
âYo, long time no see.â
Right after.
âDylannnnn!?â
âNo way, seriously!?â
âEh? Eh? That Dylan!? The jester!?â
âYou came back, you fuckerăŒ!â
All the adventurers in the tavern got into an uproar.
âYouâre back, huh!â
âItâs been ages, Dylan!â
âWelcome back, Dylan!â
âYouâre alive, you clown!â
And, they congratulated me on my return.
They keep slapping me on my back and shoulders.
âWeeeell, everyone, Iâm baaaack!â
I spread out my arms and greeted them back.
Of course, the greeting of a jester is but another magic trick.
And from my stretched out palms, petals began to swirl around.
âUwooooah!?â
âKyaaa, amazing!â
âAs expected of Dylan! You havenât gotten rusty!â
âWoooooooooooooooow!!â
Jumping up on the roundtable I graffitied way back then, I raised up my right hand.
âThe Jester, Dylan Albertini! Here for his encore in BabelăŒ!â