Leather faithfully dealt with him as I told him.
I canât be compared to him, but Iâve been busy these days too.
It was because an unknown man was regularly visiting me for dating counseling.
âOur guild is not a place to discuss dating counseling.â
The guildâs guest reception room was decorated with splendor.
As I sat in the masterâs seat, I pretended to be in trouble and pressed down on my temples.
âSo, why donât you pay more?â
The man sitting opposite put a large money bag on the table. The sound of crashing gold coins against each other was quite heavy.
He hid his face with a mask that ended at the tip of his nose, and he was a man with dull golden hair.
I grunted deliberately while looking at the pretty eyes that looked like they had been graduated by half gold and red paint.
âIf anyone hears it, they think weâre accepting it for money.â
Huh. I folded my arms and raised my chin proudly to show that I was not moved by mere money. Then, I gracefully crossed my legs.
In fact, there were complex reasons why I accepted the absurd request of âdating counselingâ, where I had only received requests about affairs.
First, because this man was the only customer who knew that Leather wasnât the real master.
âHow did you knowâŚâ
The second was that the âfirst request recordâ with this man he left on his own was written in an absurd and insincere way.
There were only two words written on it.
I didnât even go through counseling in the first place, and I wasnât skilled enough to be alone with a man who just came for âdating counselingâ.
So, I looked back at my memories of what kind of dating counseling I had, but I only remembered the conversation I had with a man, but I couldnât remember the details of the conversation.
So, the second time a man came for dating counseling, I gladly accepted it. When we met, I wanted to remember what the first consultation was like.
However, there was nothing special about it other than staring intently at me, asking, âwhy doesnât it work?â
I was wondering what he was doing, so I met him three times with the desire to see him one more time, I met him four times, and then until the fifth time-
âThe dessert shop you recommended back then was fine.â
My thoughts were interrupted by the voice praising me.
Okay, I thought youâd be satisfied. Itâs a restaurant where two people eat.
The corners of my lips went up with the pride that I mentioned the restaurant to the unknown man. After all, praise makes the cat- no, even the whale dance.
âWell. The young lady was also quite satisfied.â
âBecause I knew she would be. Have you tried the green grape tart?â
âThen you didnât eat the most important thing.â
The dessert shop I mentioned was famous for its tarts made with seasonal fruits.
Itâs only made in small quantities, so if you donât go quickly, the only flaw is that you canât eat it.
âWhen I went with Reynos, there was only one left, so I ate it myself.â
We were going to eat it together, but Reynos agreed that he didnât like sweet things.
âIâll have to go back and buy it later.â
âThe crepes are good too, not just tarts. Try it later. Have you been to the opera house? I heard that the voice of the female lead actress was very good.â
âNo, because we were short on time.â
I spread the map I brought with me on the table. The locations of shops suitable for dating in the capital, such as cafes, dessert shops, bakeries, and workshops, were indicated.
I pointed to a place on the map with the tip of a quill.
âHave you been to this bakery?â
That means you have been there. Then letâs exclude it.
Okay, Iâll put this on the next date course.
I checked the places recommended in the previous consultation as if doing homework. The man answered honestly.
After confirming that, in order to plan a new date course, I asked a question to the man who sat loftily as if he were of a royal family.
âIs there a special place she likes to go to?â
âFocus on good restaurants, because she likes to eat delicious things.â
âMeat? Pasta? Ravioli-â
âShe said it doesnât really matter what kind.â
Iâve never met a person who doesnât really care. Theyâre usually the most difficult people in the world.
âI should just recommend the ones I like.â
This is the fault of the person who clearly doesnât know. It means you canât blame me later.
I glanced down at the map, gently tickling my chin towards the quillâs collar.
Be sure to include here, which is famous for steak, and leave it out here. Considering the route mainly to popular placesâŚ
I started to write on a blank piece of paper next to the map, looking for places to go. It was written with my other hand to hide my handwriting, so the letters were crooked, but not to the point of being unrecognizable.
The man would stare at my actions like that, and then he would pause and ask questions like:
âWhy is this restaurant not on the list? Marquis Vincent recommended- no, I heard itâs a good place.â
âThis? From whom did you hear that? Itâs a mess since Marquis Vincent built it roughly to steal slush funds. Well, if you want to go, I wonât stop you.â
Pls read only at pinkmuffintl.
Suddenly I saw the manâs hand tremble. It seemed that he was angry with the person who gave him the wrong information.
âWhere did you hear such nonsense?â
Itâs a fact that you can immediately know even if youâve been involved in the social world for a little bit.
âArenât you an aristocrat? Or shouldnât you have built walls with social circles?â
I tilted my head and continued to do my job.
Well, okay. I can also use this date course for Reynos and I. Iâll just need to change the order and a few places.
These days, the dates were completely led by me.
Unfortunately, I didnât know that Reynos would sneak out his notebook every time I didnât look with a bitter look on his face.
âHere, this weekâs recommended course.â
Whoo, itâs a really good date course that I planned.
I pretended to be wiping off sweat that didnât come out, and pushed the paper I had been scribbling towards the man. Then the man roughly nodded and began to take notes in his notebook.
I glanced at his busy pen, and opened my mouth at a sudden thought.
âBy the way. Do you have any friends?â
The man who had been diligently taking notes stopped. He seemed to be puzzled by the endless questions.
I shrugged my shoulders, meaning I wasnât serious.
âWell, itâs just, donât you usually do this with friends?â
The man seemed to be contemplating an answer. In the past, I would have sharpened my mind not to ask for personal information, but after meeting five times, it felt quite normal.
âThere is no one for me to call it that.â
If so, it is understandable that he keeps coming to me for dating counseling.
âDoes it look like it?â
The man raised his eyebrows as if he was annoyed.
That action convinced me. Itâs your first love.
I was heartbroken. Itâs his first relationship, so he doesnât know where to ask and itâll be frustrating.
As I recalled my first love, which suddenly ended in a mess and full of regrets, I felt moved.
âYouâre fighting. Have a pretty date with no regrets.â
I looked at the man who was taking notes diligently. Then, I asked the question with the heart of a senior who wants to help their junior.
âIs your dating going well?â
ââŚ? Why are you asking that?â
âI want to help. If there is anything difficult or youâre not sure of, please ask.â
âItâs going well, you donât have to worry about it.â
I leaned back on the sofa and pouted my lips. He was going to take care of it, but it hurts my heart when it comes out like that.
The man who took his eyes off the notebook glanced at me. Then he mumbled low, knowing that he was being too aggressive.
âThese days, Iâm reading a book related to dating. Do you have any recommendations?â
âWell. What Iâve read so far are: <If you keep this in mind, you can escape from your motherâs advice alone>, <101 Wolfâs techniques to capture a young girl at once>, <Whatâs the difference between a man who succeeds in love?>, <If you want to win love, read this book> , and-â
âWait, wait, wait. What are you reading?â
I couldnât close my open mouth.
Realizing that something was wrong with my reaction, the man asked anxiously.
âWhy are you reading those?â