Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
Urged by Sh*tanaga, the high school girl Saintess tells the young man in the bow tie and yellow bikini pants.
The young man smiled with narrowed eyes, and then slid his bikini down, exposing his raw business tools to the air.
ãEh? Kyaaa!ã
The high school girl Saintess holds her face with both hands and stares between her fingers. The young man kept smiling, picked up her cocktail, and pushed his business tool down with his fingers into the glass.
Using it as a stirring muddler, he steers it in a circular motion three and a half times. Adding a hint of flavor.
ãMuddler service, completeã
The young man puts the glass down again in front of the high school girl Saintess. Sh*tanaga takes out a silver coin and gives it to him as a tip.
The young manâs smile deepens, probably due to the high amount he received. Seeing this, Sh*tanaga ordered more.
ãCan I have a double whiskey on the rocks, with ice cubes? And a muddler service pleaseã
Tension runs on the cheek of the slit-eyed young man with no hair chest. But he soon regained his smile and replied with his chest muscles.
Then he walked back to the back of the room.
ãOnee-sama? That person just now seemed surprised by something, didnât he?ã
The high school girl Saintess asks as she sips the cocktail that has been served with the muddler service.
From the look on her face, it seems that she likes the young manâs flavor.
ãIn this kind of store, itâs the quickest item if you want to see their skills. They probably knew that they were being testedã
Sh*tanaga gave a meaningful smile.
Without much waiting, the young man appeared.
ãThank you for waiting. Double whiskey on the rocks, with muddler serviceã
Then he put his thick muddler into the glass.
ãHau!ã
Probably due to the coldness and high alcohol content. For a moment, one side of his face is twisted.
Then, after three and a half turns around the round ice in the center of the glass.
Only the large piece of ice in the glass damages the muddler with a gurgling sound.
ãâ¦It is doneã
A young man in bikini pants frowns and offers the glass with a ragged breath.
ãThank you, youâre pretty goodã
Sh*tanaga raises the glass she received at eye level and winks at him. Realizing that he had received a passing grade, the young man looked relieved.
The young man received an even higher tip than before and went back.
ãWhat do you think? I think heâs not bad for your first partnerã
If you nominate him, you can receive full-scale muddler service in a separate room, you know? Sh*tanaga asked her.
The high school girl Saintess drinks the cocktail with her blushing face facing down. Then she said something in a whisper.
ãHa?ã
Unable to hear what she said over the music in the store, Sh*tanaga pulled her ears closer. Then she understood.
ãYou donât really like it if theyâre too muscular?ã
She told her that she wanted a slim, gentle man. As she listened to the details, Sh*tanaga realized that apparently she had a specific image in mind.
(This is⦠seems like there is someone she likes. Although I donât know if she herself is aware of it yet)
After leading her with questions several times, Sh*tanaga easily saw through it.
The high school girl Saintess, however, doesnât seem to think sheâs been discovered. She put her hands on her cheeks and wriggled around as if she was in trouble.
On the other hand, Sh*tanagaâs expression was full of astonishment and bitterness.
(To think⦠it was that boy)
It is a boy of the same age who attends a convent. Sh*tanaga knows him well.
The reason is that it was Sh*tanaga, of all people, who recommended him to be the ãSaintessâ schoolmateã.
(This is no good. Sheâs being deluded)
She bit her lip in bitterness.
He is well raised, intelligent, serious, and quiet. That was why she had chosen him as one of her potential followers.
However, the boy may have had his own thoughts. As soon as he entered the conventâs high school, he made his debut.
ãI wonder why Iâm hereã
The mutters he uttered to himself, always in the form of a question. Then he played the four-stringed lute he had brought with him.
It was three days before he went to school when he first picked up the lute. He learned only three chords.
Sh*tanaga knows this. As an adult, it was a sight she could not bear to see.
However, the other students of his age seemed to like it, and female studentsâ shrills were heard in the classroom.
ãFive years from now, itâs going to be a painful past to look back onã
She tried to give him a warning, but he just sighed and shook his head from side to side. Then he played one of the three chords he knew, the ãChord of Sorrowã on his lute.
ãI donât understand why you would say such a thingã
Thatâs how he answered.
(To think it would become like this)
Sh*tanaga is letting out cold sweat as she realizes she is partly responsible
(There is no choice but to let Saintess-sama experience the real thing and develop her taste)
She exhaled, feeling glad that she had realized this during their stay in the kingdom.
***
A short distance to the east from the entertainment district, on the east side of the central square of the royal capital.
I was enjoying my afternoon tea in the guild masterâs office of the merchant guild there.
The topic of conversation was, of course, about yesterdayâs Bureikou.
ãIt was really close. If Tauro-kun wasnât there, I would have been defeatedã
The person who said this with a smile on his face was a petite, elderly man, the guild master. Hearing these words, Santa Claus, who was sitting in front of him, could not hide his surprise.
Fighting against old women was the guild masterâs forte. He had never imagined that the guild master would fall behind in this area.
ãI never thought she would be that powerful. What a fearful being, this Legend of the Eastern country isã
The Santa Claus-like vice guild master groans while stroking his white beard. Then he shifts his gaze to me.
He wants to ask about the other host of the Bureiko, Sh*tanaga.
I put my teacup on the table and say what I think.
(Maybe it was because her mouth was sealed, but I didnât feel too scared. I attacked her alternately from the rear and someone in the front, and she fell rather easily)
âFumuâ, the vice guild master nodded, relieved.
ãIf even Sh*tanaga have grown rapidly, we would have had to reevaluate our assessment of the eastern countryã
When he finishes, he removes his hand from his beard. âBy the wayâ, he questions the guild master.
(Did something good happen to you? You seem to be in a good mood since this morning)
The guild master nodded while smiling, and replied.
ãTauro-kun tasted the tall girlie too. And his impression was, ãnot badãã
He sat down in the overly large chair and happily flapped his legs in the air.
ãYou sure have grown up. You should keep up the good work and aim to become an ãOld woman hunterãã
In contrast to Goblin Jii-chanâs smiling face, Santa Claus has a look of disbelief on his face.
I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to clear up the misunderstanding.
ãIt was just out of respect for the experience and a chance to study a legendary figure. Itâs not that Iâve grown fond of the super-ripe typeã
The guild master, however, just shook his head in a good mood.
ãI know I know. Thatâs what everyone says at firstã
Yeah, he definitely doesnât understand.
Santa Claus shrugs his shoulders with a complicated expression.
ãIs that so? Then I have nothing else to say. I just want to wish you a very happy future, Tauro-kunã
His way of saying it bothered me, but I thanked him for the time being.
Then a knock resounded. The vice guild master gave his permission, and the tough-looking old man entered the room.
ãBishop-sama of the Eastern country has something he wishes to discuss with the merchant guildã
The tough-looking old man looks nervous and reports. Perhaps out of habit, Santa Claus puts his hand on his white beard and said.
ãDo they need a consultation or something?ã
The tough-looking old man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head apologetically.
ãAbout that, they said they will disclose the matter on the spot when you meet them. Thatâs why she wants you to come to the State Guest House as soon as possibleã
The two top leaders of the merchant guild exchanged glances. The vice guild master nodded once and looked at the supervisor old man.
ãWell then, Iâm sorry itâs sudden and all but, would you go there immediately?ã
The tough-looking old man makes a surprised expression. It was a summon from a noble from a neighboring country, he thought that the guild master or the vice guild master would handle it.
ãMe?ã
He pointed at himself and involuntarily asked for confirmation with his mouth opened slightly. Seeing this, the guild master nodded.
ãThis can also be an experience for you, so go ahead and go thereã
The vice guild master, followed by the guild master told the tough-looking old man who is the chief of the guild. His expression is filled with determination.
ãI understand! Then I will do my best, with all my heart and soulã
âTake it easyâ, the guild master told him as he left the room with confidence.
Seeing him leave, I drank the rest of my tea.
ãWell then, Iâd better get going tooã
When I saw it was time to leave, I left my seat. I pretended not to hear the guild masterâs invitation for a ãThree Generations Bowlã.
***
The guild masterâs office after Tauro left. The vice guild leader, who looks like Santa Claus, uttered a few words while looking at the closed door.
ãTauro-kun and the chief might make a good teamã
The guild master, with one eyebrow raised wide, answers with a flash of light in his eyes.
ãThatâs what I thought, too. Not a bad combination for the future of the merchant guildã
However, immediately after he said that, he shrugged his shoulders and reached for a teacup on the table.
ãWell, itâs still a long way off. We donât know how things will change in the futureã
As the guild leader sipped his tea noisily, Santa Claus responded.
ãYeah, we have no intention of retiring just yet, eitherã
The two old men laughed out loud together.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om