Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de
20 Tabernacle Four, Apparently.

A room in the Adventurer's Guild in the commercial city of Kuklika.

Fritz, deputy branch manager, in that room assigned as his own, Fritz, the lord of the room, was waiting for a certain person to come.

"Excuse me."

Gently opening the door of the room, Fritz greets the person who came in after a gratuity with a gentle grin.

From those who know him, there is no more evil in Fritz's face than there is in his plan.

The look on your face as if you are welcoming visitors from the bottom of your heart.

There are not many people in this city who can be welcomed by this Deputy Branch Manager with that look on their face.

"Well done. Do, how about the tail one?

Words are also unpleasant and poisonless.

When Fritz asks a visitor about a pre-prepared chair in the room, she sits in the chair as recommended and confronts Fritz.

On his face, he had the same grin as when he came with Zion, but the atmosphere was so calm and soft that it was not comparable to then.

Without questioning it, Fritz awaits Lorna's response.

"I managed to get you to accept"

I saw somewhere in that word, a relieved emotion.

Fritz also deepens his grin.

"That's superimposed, isn't it? I hope this makes your load a little lighter. Didn't they use a lot of forceful hands?

The hand that had been heard beforehand was not as good as having it done to at least some degree of identity, but the originator sometimes said it was him, and Fritz couldn't help but strongly disagree.

Lorna slowly shook her head at the kind of fritz words that led her through that Lorna.

"It's a mission, so I've never thought of it as bitter"

Separate words and think a little.

"Still, you don't have to wonder if you want to rack up a bit."

Creeping, he was a little laughing Rhona, but Fritz began to rush visibly.

The impatience is like seeing Fritz feel sorry for Lorna from the bottom of his heart, and if Theon saw it, he would have been surprised at what kind of magic Lorna had used.

From Scion's point of view, this Deputy Branch Manager is arrogant, he has no concern for others, he is always full of disgust, he has no nose.

But the words that Fritz uttered were overflowing with heartfelt apologies.

"I'm sorry about that..."

Fritz gets up from the chair and tries to keep her head down, but Lorna stopped it.

"That's useful too. I know that."

"I don't know how your orders are, but I've been pushing for trouble..."

The reason Fritz hates me as much as a snake scorpion from Scion is because long after Scion did his adventurer registration, he was even harassingly thorough in trying to force a cumbersome request that no one would take on, or even if he was accomplishing the request, lowering the reward or pushing a small penalty if he found something coarse.

But Lorna said it was an order on this occasion.

That was to say that the two of us on this occasion knew that Fritz was intentionally harassing Zion and that it was not Fritz's will but the result of instructions from somewhere else moving.

"I think it's hard to say how spicy the role is to be hated."

Conversely, Lorna lowered her head and Fritz waved in panic.

"Please stop. To the likes of me..."

"Originally, the Alliance is powerless to say this. Thank you for bending over and working with us. There's nothing wrong with that."

"That makes me a little more comfortable if you say so. So... this time the stray guy was at your party..."

Lorna nods at the frizzy inquiry she asks.

"Yes, it was unexpected to say that the stray had become one of us, but to some extent, we were able to put someone who was trustworthy and capable aside, and we went through about a month and were not heard saying that we were going to quit the adventurer over Master Zion. I intend to report to Your Excellency that there will be no problem if we continue like this."

"So, more craftsmanship than guild?

"Yeah, only this time, if you go back to normal. I'm guessing you'll have a formal notice later."

"That's above all. And since Master Rhona is going back to her former position?

"No, I'm still on this mission. Probably heels all the time."

Laughing Lorna said, Fritz's face clouded, by contrast.

That was the look on Lorna's face that she didn't think was a very good thing.

"What is it that I say when I am deputy branch manager of the Adventurer Guild, that the Chevalier family is better able to keep the Adventurer running..."

The profession of adventurer is not, in a state of mind, a robust business.

There's a lot of rough stuff going on, and there's life at stake.

Depending on the request, I couldn't speak out, but I rarely break the law.

Murder and theft are not required, but there are frequent incidents where entry is prohibited in countries and localities.

Lorna laughed bitterly at the human language of the position, which could be described as its former tightening.

Because it was heavily understandable that I was worried, but I didn't really think of it as a human word in such a position.

"If I told you that, what would Theon do? Well, I was the eldest daughter for once, but even if I stay at home, I just get a wife somewhere. I was wondering if this would make it easier."

"Mm... mmm"

Lorna laughs and watches as she roars and frizzes her words don't go on.

"Besides, I have a sister downstairs. My sister is a lot more clever, and even if she were to marry me somewhere, she'd do it much better than me."

Lorna says with a laugh, but Fritz shuts up without knowing what to answer.

Because he is laughing at himself, I wonder if he would deny it from his head, and if he affirms that's right, etc., it takes the form that Fritz has admitted that Lorna is inferior to his sister.

As a result, it was Rhona who seemed to enjoy observing all the roaring and unspoken frizz for a while, but she wasn't willing to get in trouble, and she muttered one thing and rescued the frizz that was caught in the idea of no exit.

"That's why I'd like the process and certification of having Mr. Lenya at Zion's party, if you don't mind."

"I got it. We'll make arrangements soon."

"I will raise my report with His Excellency before returning to Lord Zion. Oh, if you say so."

As if she remembered, Lorna asks Fritz.

"In this city, if a house with a workshop was for sale, could you tell me?

The Adventurer Guild is also a place where a variety of information gathers.

If I were to be the deputy branch manager there, I would also be asking if Fritz took it in a different way, thinking that I could get a lot more and better quality information than Rhona and Lianya would look for themselves.

"Is that... because you're going to use it as a base? If that's the case, I can use it somewhere..."

Even after trying to hit some first-class properties close to the Central District, Rhona controlled the frizz that continued.

"That's no good. For what reason do you intend to give it to Master Zion?

"That's... with all my apologies so far..."

You didn't have to harass me, so I apologized for one big shot here, and it was a fritz that I wanted things to go down in the water, but Lorna couldn't allow it.

"I know how you feel, but I can't. Then you'll soon replace out that the guild was a collaborator, won't you? With Master Zion, I'm not a bottomless fool. We will soon reach His Excellency from someone who can ask the Alliance to help us."

"... what are you so worried about?

When Fritz stared at Rhona lightly with her jitty eyes, Rhona ran out of words without incident.

"It's okay because it's me."

"Ha..."

"Because the money will be twisted at our party. It would be helpful if you just kept the information on the property in a corner of your mind"

Copy that, sir.

"Keep secrets from Scion though. And watch out for Mr. Lenya. That one's sharp there, isn't it?

Fritz snorted, stabbing the nail and pressing Lorna in case.

Make sure of that, then Lorna takes a seat.

"So now I am. Let me know if you need anything."

"Accepted. Please, be careful."

Until goodbye, Lorna leaves the Deputy Branch Manager's room, answering the frizz that leads her through.

Sometimes it's easy to worry too much, but I don't think there's any way to worry too much, given Lorna's orders to protect Zion.

"Me, where did I step off the road, huh?

Lorna blurred as she looked down at the monastic garment that felt like tightening her body with a chisel.

It's a lot easier to move and lighter than the gear I was wearing before I took up this assignment, but Lorna is always wondering which part of this outfit there is, like a monk.

Neither that nor this, if it is to make you turn your attention to those beside you, is there anything but sneaking and enduring.

"Me, what do you say yourself, is it going to stay like this forever?

That was Lorna who wanted you to give her a break.

When she tried blurring, there was no way she would return the answer, and Lorna exhaled a small, deep sigh.