He is visiting an adventurerâs town for an inspection. Well, it is more like a stroll than a visit, but if Mr. Van walked around with a large group of companions, he would have a very commanding presence. The residents must have been surprised to see what was going on.
âOh, itâs Van-sama!â
âVan-sama is here to play!â
âVan-sama! I finally got my hands on some Mithril ore and I need a daggerâŠ!â
âGet out of the way, Iâll go first.â
Suddenly the adventurers saw the lords in town, and for some reason they approached them in a very friendly manner. Some of them walked up to him with minerals and swords that could be used as weapons.
Whatâs that? I am a lord, arenât I? I have a title, donât I?
I suddenly felt uneasy.
As I was thinking this, Dee, who had a blue streak on his temple, stepped forward and shouted at me.
âYou guys want to get knocked down! Donât be rude!â
His yell was so loud that even the roughest of the adventurers couldnât help but shut their mouths.
Chuckling at this, I looked at Espada.
âItâs different to actually walk around the town than to see it in a report, isnât it? Itâs true that there arenât enough stores and warehouses to store supplies. However, I donât think the Belrango Chamber of Commerce can afford to open a new storeâŠâ
Looking around the crowded town, he laments the lack of manpower. Then Espada narrowed his eyes and took one look at us.
ââŠAs I mentioned in the report I gave you twelve days ago, there are villagers who want to do business with adventurers in this town. If Van-sama has any free time, he would like you to build a new store for him.â
I break into a cold sweat when he said this. His voice sounded as scary as normal, but I could definitely feel the pressure in his eyes.
âOh, oh, that, right? I know, of course. You know, Iâm dealing with adventurers whose capital is their bodies. Um, an innkeeper, something like thatâŠâ
After a slurred but appropriate response, Espada quietly closes his eyes.
ââŠYes. He wants to run an inn that can also provide meals.â
âYes, right? Certainly, there is only one Belrango merchant store in this town, so I think itâs a good idea.â
I answered on a hunch, and it turned out to be right on target. I reply, relieved to death.
Besides, Espada drew back his chin shallowly.
âIn the meantime, we have confirmed that Level is a viable level to run the business. We believe that you have at least a minimum knowledge of business and cooking skills. Also, he has a family, so he doesnât have any problems with employees.â
âNot exactly. Then letâs make it right now. Are you from the original Seat Village?â
âNo, Iâm a former adventurer, a member of Mr. Orthoâs party, XsaraâŠâ
âXsara? What? When did you become a villager?â
I was so surprised that I couldnât help but let out a loud yell. Then Espada looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.
âIf you had read the report carefully, you wouldnât be surprised like thatâŠâ
âOh, Iâm sorryâŠI didnât read it carefullyâŠâ
I apologize honestly before I seriously offend you. Itâs one of my forty-eight techniques for dealing with people. Even the ogre-like Espada must not be able to say anything at this.
Just as the psychological warfare between Espada and me was about to begin, I heard the noisy voices of the members of the Espada Knights and adventurers.
A knight comes running from the city gate on the street side.
âIâm back!â
Breathing on his shoulder, the young male knight reports. He doesnât say what, for not many people living in Seat Village are out of the territory.
âIs it Arte and the others alright?â
The knight straightened his back in a hurry, and reiterated his report.
âYes! Mr. Arte and the Seat Knights. And there are also adventurers, led by Mister Ortho! The damage seems to be minimal!â
I nodded deeply.
âGood. Regardless of the outcome, itâs good to know that everyone is back safe and sound.â
I was relieved.
With that in mind, I headed toward the castle gate to greet them. As I did so, I came face to face with a group of people who had just passed through the gate.
Seated in the coach seats were the members of the Second Squadron, the strongest mechanical archers of the Seat Knights, of which Mr. Van is proud. All of them looked uninjured, smiling and bailing at us.
Around them were Ortho and the others, but they were not coming toward us and were standing there with meaningful smiles on their faces. As I was wondering what was going on, the door of the carriage stopped in the middle was opened from inside, and I understood.
Pluriel, the elven sorcerer who came out of the carriage ahead of me, also saw my face, smiled, and shifted his gaze inside the carriage.
Then Arte appeared from inside the carriage, her beautiful white hair shaking with a slight quirk, dressed in a light dress.
The extreme experience of war. The long journey in the carriage. She must have seen her home and territory being invaded by other countries.
No doubt one or all of these were the cause.
ââŠâŠ.â
So, no one could blame Arte for bursting into tears and emotions that she had been holding back the moment she saw my face, or even for running and hugging me in the midst of countless spectators.
Iâm wearing a dress, but can I run surprisingly well?
Such unimportant thoughts popped into my head, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye in front of Arte, who was clinging to me and shaking my shoulders.
âWelcome back, Arte, you did a great job.â
I didnât know what to say to her, so I just said it.
Then Arte started to cry aloud.
âVa, Van, samaâŠ! IâŠ!â
âItâs okay, itâs okay. Letâs talk about it later.â
I chuckle at the sound of Arteâs unspoken voice and pat her back to calm her down.
âWow, Van-sama made her cry.â
âHey, you. Donât tease her.â
ââŠWhy are you crying?â
I heard the adventurers who were watching around me having such a conversation. A crying countess and a baron consoling her. This is not good. If I donât do something, theyâre going to turn this into a vaudeville show or something.
Asking for help, I turned my gaze only to Ortho and the others while holding Arte in my arms.
But Ortho is giving me a thumbs-up with a radiant smile, and Pluriel is looking at me with eyes that seem to see something smiling.
No, no. These guys are not going to help us.
However, I donât think I can move until Arte calms down. I look around, thinking Iâm in trouble, but give up when I see Till sobbing.
Oh, no. Thatâs enough. You can use me as a subject for a song or whatever you want. Iâll pay you a royalty in exchange.
I thought about that while patting Arteâs back as she sobbed.