My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

As he silently shot the iron arrow, Joseph blurted to himself, vomiting a tangled and unoblivious word.

"Hey glasses you. You hunted the red bear, didn't you?

...... hmm? You're fast.

"About what?

"Unlike the Adventurer Guild, the Hunting Guild neighborhood is narrow, so hey. If anything happens, rumors will spread."

Oh, really?

Since the products handled in this store are mainly hunting tools, it may be like a so-called partnership with a hunting guild.

Because that would be quick information.

"The adventurer I was with tried his best. I just followed you."

"Huh? Any traces of the fur mowed in vain, not even scratched?

Oh, is that so much information in there?

"Finally, from the scars left on the fur, it's like something elongated (...) caused a fatal injury to the red bear. How much?

... Hmm?

I look back and look at the old man with the thick makeup that is nibbling.

"And who told you that?

To question the sincerity of that statement.

"I'm sure you dismantled it so you don't know what was fatal and what way you hunted it."

"Oh, yeah. You're so careful."

"Or was it like a guided interrogation?

"Half of it."

Right. Half of it is speculation.

"What about the other half?

"Stupid question. This is how the eagle sees your strength?

If you're about a red bear, you won't be dealing with him. Joseph laughed as if he had been watching the scene. Do you have lipstick by the time it gets poisonous?

"Arrow, how many did you use?

"Three."

"Oh yeah. That's a lot less than I expected from a weasel. So are the bow arms, but you're used to fighting in action."

Well, before that.

"Nothing. I didn't admit I hunted the red bear."

"Hum? Let's just leave it at that, shall we?

Is it just a chat or is it also being explored? I just can't tell from an old man who laughs.

... I guess I'll be the last one to come here. If you're being looked for, it's troublesome to be known any more.

"Hey, hey? Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?

... I also feel a little bit in danger that I've never experienced before, unlike killings, hostility or harmful intentions. From an old man with thick makeup.

Upon returning to the inn after training, Lyla stood in front of the inn.

"- Hey, wait a minute! Why are you running away!?

Shit, I was alarmed. I was right in front of him when I turned the corner from the alley. Is it possible that this kind of encounter could have happened?

Turn around unexpectedly. I tried to escape right, but they just found me.

"Oh, there he is. Didn't notice."

"You're lying! We got eyes on each other, right?!? You strayed right after your eyes met, didn't you!?

Yeah, well, you're right, so I can't even argue with you.

"I'm sorry. Honestly, I didn't really want to see you. I thought so."

"You're so honest! I'm surprised!... Oh, wait! I'm really surprised!

Lyla is amazed at the out-of-heart. I think it's a reasonable decision.

Then I'll be excused.

"No, wait! You're not letting me go. In this flow!... I can't stop being upset right after a little deceptive shock, but wait anyway!

Looks like I'm really, really surprised.

Lyla holds her chest down and repeats, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Honestly, I don't like that either, but if I leave you like this, you're sure to come after me to my room.

"Another errand?

I don't even like to wait in silence, so let's call the water and just ask for the requirements and pick them up.

"... I'm not convinced of anything, but okay"

The unexplained feeling is commonplace in her face and attitude, but Lyla got to the point.

"Horn, I came to tell you that your sister is back."

Oh, well. Are you finally home?

"Where are you now?

"You're drinking in the Adventurer Alliance."

I see.

It's only before evening, and there will be a lot of people in the guild.

What's more, from evening to night, there should be more and more adventurers returning to work from now on.

I guess Horn is with his people anyway, and I can't plug in time to talk to me anywhere right now.

When that happens, I wonder if it would be nice to have a later date. There's no reason to rush much.

"Lyla, I need a favor."

"I didn't want to see you. Me?

"Yeah. I didn't want to see you, Lyla."

"... you're so spiritual, glasses"

"Sometimes they say. I'd rather ask for it than that."

I want Horn brought to this inn tomorrow afternoon.

When I said, "But you don't want to see me with glasses? And you can do me a favor." I just pulled myself into the inn.

"I'm telling you, I'm older than my glasses!

Oh, my God, with a throwaway dialogue on my back that I don't know if it makes sense.

And the next day.

Spend the morning appropriately and pack in the inn at noon.

- Finally, I haven't been reunited in two years with my sister.

"Hmm?"

Bright brown hair, corked brown eyes.

The color scheme is the opposite of mine, with my hair close to black and my eyes like amber.

Two years ago, my hair was as short as mine, longer than it was then.

But he's just like me. He's still indifferent to his hair. It is bouncing from left to right while stretching unconstructively.

Hmm.

From that time when I was flying out of a small village and going everywhere fine, picking up and eating and belly-breaking, my sister's image remained stopped.

My sister, who I haven't seen in two years, was still an adult for two years.

He wrapped his used leather armor around him and put a sword around his waist. He's a full adventurer, no matter where he comes from. Sometimes there's an atmosphere where my arms stand up pretty good.

Horn, who came to the room, looked at me giddy, put his arms together and tilted his neck.

"... that, who was it? I've seen this guy before."

I bet you do.

It's your brother.

I noticed at a glance, but Horn didn't seem to notice.

Well, my sister doesn't care about anything from fine to normal, because she's a big bowl who only cares about big things.

I think he looks grown up, but the contents don't look very different.