I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Please take this"

"Oh, you're tired."

Emile putting the collection on the Hunter Guild buying counter and the guild staff receiving it.

Emile and Bell had started working as new American hunters a few days earlier.

Emile has never lacked a sword workout since that day four years ago. Um, I told Emile and the others that Caorle was a stray, "You guys, aren't you going to help me be my me?" From the time I spoke, to become a shield of caorle and a spear...

And although it is our style, I wore some arms.

At first, the workout was done with a stick of wood, but when he found out about it, Caorle gave him a simulated sword for workout and a sword for action, and he tried to work out from early morning to late at night, except for time to earn a living and take care of his young companions.

I have a purpose that takes precedence over my life, that impatient workout, and there's no way I wouldn't improve.

Talent? Efficient training methods? A good mentor?

Such a thing, for 'ghosts', has nothing to do with it.

And Caorle, realizing that Emile's mastery of swordsmanship was intended solely for the purpose of not thinking at all about protecting himself, but just ensuring that he defeated his enemies, protecting those who should protect his body as a shield, hastily knocked Emile into the dojo of swordsmanship.

A dojo where a man who was a former awesome hunter retired from the hunter and started instead of dojo, but where, neatly, Emile was rebuilt in spirit as well as swordsmanship, to the extent that he could name a swordsman at one end (full).

But it was bigger than the sword's arms went up, and so I said, "Who will save that loved one's next crisis, even if you sacrifice and protect yourself? It is a true sacrifice to survive safely and save the next crisis".

This led Emile to think that she would "survive, too".

And, well, that's why, when it comes to interpersonal combat, Emile has come to have considerable strength for her age, but that was only "when it comes to interpersonal combat".

Emile didn't have the ability to hunt a quick horned rabbit, drop flying birds, or tailor pigs.... In other words, as a hunter, it was a constrained new America that could only be escorted or collected. As a result, there are only a limited number of jobs available.

As far as the bell goes, the combat ability is "stabbing with a hidden knife, hitting and stabbing your body," one kill at a time. It wasn't like I could count as a force in the end.

Those two, but there were those who solicited me to the party. Of course, they weren't decent people.

So Emile died early, and left the bell to all to share. Even if you don't kill them directly, it's easy to induce them to do so if all the other party members show you.

But knowing it or not, Emile and Bell never got on with that kind of story.

And in the last few days, the two of them were becoming recognized as "new americans, but not stupid, fucking serious brothers and sisters".

Emile and Bell, who had lived together ever since they were mindful, seemed nothing but close brothers and sisters, no matter what they saw.

And when Emile received the price for the herbs and ingredients he collected, "it" came.

[incomprehensible]

The door opened with the sounds of the doorbell, and the hunters glanced at you reflexively. This is already the hunters' habit. And.

Biku!

Everyone stretched their bodies together.

... And then, looking a little embarrassed, I pulled out of my power and went back to my original task. Conversations, meals......

Yes, it was just a girl who came into the guild. The hunters, who were unwittingly frightened, were ashamed of their reaction. For a moment, though, just a girl frightened me.

And the girl, she looked fine.

Nothing, not that I didn't find it unpleasant.

... used to it. It was just that.

The girl grabbed hold of herself and headed to the reception desk for the request.

"This, please"

That's what the paper the girl gave to the receptionist said:

"Escort Recruitment

Period: Until either the Client or the Contractor wishes to terminate

Reward: 1 small gold coin per day

Number of people: Two

Condition: that the two are parties and that both, or one, are women '

"Huh..."

The receptionist who received the request accidentally leaked his voice.

"Oh, uh, is this the condition of your request..."

Around hearing things I don't even have to ask, I seem pretty upset.

"Um, on this condition, I don't think there's a party for me to take... If you don't have a party to accept, you won't get a brokerage fee, but you'll get a request registration fee, right? Um, we can't make the terms a little better..."

A receptionist who explains to the girl how difficult it is to say.

"No, that's the only reward I can give. And since we're all women, I can't be relieved that it's not just a party for women, or men and women. If the contractor doesn't show up after a while, we'll think about it again then"

If that's what they say, you can't just not accept it.

I gave advice. So I did my duty, and I did my best in good faith. As such, the receptionist fulfilled her duties.

And a new requisition card, stuck out on the requisition board.

"What the hell!

"One small gold coin for two? You'll disappear because of the cost of accommodation and food. Who's going to take this?

A laugh arose from the hunters who confirmed the request that was staked out.

"Besides, you've been in custody a long time, like an escort. If you want, check the market..."

After a glimmer of laughter followed, the two parties approached the request board, and after reading the request card, they peeled it off.

"" "" "Eh..." ""

You two head to the reception desk with the amazing hunters on your asses.

"I will order this"

"Huh..."

Seriously, with the eyes, the receptionist with her mouth open and pompous.

"... Oh, and excuse me! Uh, the reception is fine, but I still have a client, so I was wondering if I should check the details now..."

As the men and women nodded, the receptionist called in one girl.

"I'm Caorle, the owner of my client's pharmacist and workshop, Atelier of Layette. The terms of the request are as written there, one small gold coin per day per person, to be taken at our residence and using a private room.

With the fact that food and consumables and other miscellaneous expenses are paid in full and the hunter of the escort lives among us, you can expect a full intimidating effect, so you are free to go to work at any other request except when you ask for something. Do you have any questions?

"There isn't. Emile and Bell, the new American hunter, thank you."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you,"

"" "." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Screams rising from around.

"One small gold coin is per capita!

"You said you could also pay for food and go to another job, which is the same as getting a free inn!

"You're such an ant... Well, you and me, we can't do it originally."

This may have raised resentment if there were other parties with the right conditions, but there were no other audiences on this scene in the first place, two parties, including women, and it just ended with envy.

There was, of course, a reason why I bothered to do such a roundabout.

At the same time that the request card is affixed to the board, it is unnatural to peel it without even reading the contents, and in case there are other parties that meet the conditions and it is difficult for the request to be taken first, it is still unnatural and not good for the future of the Emirs.

So I wanted to say that the conditions seemed bad at first sight, and that it was actually quite favorable, and that Emiles and the others were eye-catching parties.

Anyway, now, in the sunshine, Emile and Bell became residents of The Atelier of Layette. All you have to do is brush your arms as a hunter while you help the store occasionally. That way, after breaking up with us, we can go back to the Baltimore kingdom and protect the orphans of The Eye of the Goddess, while living properly.

Yes, you can't keep traveling with me forever. Emile and Bell have their own lives, too, and I want you to take care of them.

... No way, even after I'm married, we're not gonna be together forever, are we?