What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Episode 27: What's wrong with you?

Previously on Twenty Four.

Not me.

...... hmm?

What? Twenty-four.

Well, okay.

Anyway, me until last time.

When I woke up when they said, "Wake up," I was in a place I didn't know, and I realized that instead of that place, I don't even remember what I was doing or where I was until then, I only remember about my name. Oh, my God.

I wasn't alone, two women were together. Bibili strawberries and poached momomohina. I can't rely on you. I have to take care of both of you, so it's not easy for me either.

So, I don't know, but we were taken to a city called Altana, where we became prostitutes and such.

Anything, it seems that the "periphery" here in Grimgal is a monster for non-human races is a bouncing land. We prostitutes have a mission to destroy them and expand our human survival zone. I don't know.

In the meantime, I'll head out to Deadhead Surveillance Fort and kick the oaks.

Show off my powers and then get the Demon Sword Soul Collector in the woods.

Well, this whole place is out of order, but I guess things roll in the right direction because of the good deeds you do every day. And human virtue? And starliness?

I sold off the loot and got the money, and I followed my beloved horse, Temuzin and Figs, Momohina, all the way to the Impact Forest.

We were going down in the shadow forest, adding Milliu, the damned oppa Elov, to our servants, and we were supposed to fight ferocity, giant monsters, and Kimaira.

Of course, I did my best to destroy things brilliantly.

The elves who applaud and greatly bless the feat I did for the great hero.

And that night, a soul collector was stolen.

"Mmm."

I put a wooden cup on the counter.

"This is so-so. I can't even drink."

"Wow!?"

Macaroo rides himself off the other side of the counter and brings his beard face closer.

"Ya!? Wow!? Wine is a pinkie, but Umei's is really Umei! You know exactly what it tastes like when you're all drugged up. Nah!?"

"Meserine's no good indeed. I didn't get to drink it."

"Oh, my God! Drink that and you'll get used to it. It's a habit. Damn, elves should be conservative. Eh! Even the younger ones... you think it's weird when I'm younger than sixty!?"

"Sort of. If you get sixty in a human being, you're a jerk."

"It's just like jizzy! Sixty of the elves, they look young, too! I'm a jerk, my mental!

"You don't seem to be."

"Ooh! I knew it! Don't be afraid of change! You have to keep changing! Go to the new world! Go, Eun!

A laugh broke out inside the shop when Makaro made him pose in a rare way.

I laughed a little too.

Makaro seems satisfied.

"I'm gonna change, dude! I'll keep changing more! Even this mustache style is temporary mon! And this hairstyle!

"I'm finely knitted. That hairstyle looks great on me."

"Really...? Ehehe. All right, I'll buy you another drink!

Makarovo poured wine into my cup.

I'll put my mouth on the cup.

I don't like booze, so I only do it with little ones.

Whatever.

Makarovo lit a cigarette.

If you look, there are one, two or three elves in the store that are loosening purple smoke.

Ordinary elves don't smoke, so this Macaroo store, Stardust, is rather unusual.

"Elves have to change. What the heck? Get out more. It sounds good when it's purified, but our blood is still cloudy. The elf man grabs a human woman. The elf woman should be grabbed by a human man and baked with children. Yeah, but I don't think so."

"Then why don't you jump out of here?"

"I need a store."

Makarovo rammed onto the counter.

"I have to have this shop. I've been gone a long time. Go on, yah. I've seen Dwarves. Yep. Alterna and kah. And the free city of Valle and Ka 'er. Go for it. But wow. When I'm gone, there's a store. This is the only place I can find him. A place to relax. The store."

Finally, Makaro is with the rest of the elves.

The elves that gather in this store are the same holes.

Most elves don't step out of the impacted forest. Even an elf that barely leaves Arnotu is rare.

If that's really the right thing to say, because that's what makes life okay, then that's fine.

But no.

Arnotu's population continues to decline and the elves follow a path of decline as a species.

Like Macaro said, we need a change.

In fact, many elves realize that. But I pretend not to look. I'm choosing stability, continuity.

Except for the story if you look to the future, because that seems like something you can handle for the moment.

Well, it won't depend on the elves.

Without an imminent crisis, we wouldn't have any more luck like changing something or moving big.

I need to spill my stupidity - the degree to which noise relieves stress is the mountain of Sekiyama.

This store is a mess.

Lilya and elves, while heirs to the Strallum family, were critical of the elf society and traveled with the human prostitutes.

The one who really wants to do something about it is moving on to action.

I can't, so I'm tickling here.

No, more importantly, I don't think I want to do something about it. I'm just unhappy with my current situation, like I'm bored every day, or I can't get the woman I like to turn around, and I'm just blaming it on my surroundings, society.

This store is shit.

Instead of blowing up, don't get fat.

"Macaro"

I have a grin on my mouth.

"The ashes are falling."

"Ugh!

Makarovo woke up physically and hand-paid the ashes of the cigarettes that fell on the counter.

"I was accidental! I was wasting my time! But good! With yomoi cigarettes! If it's a monophonic cigarette, it's a waste and you're about to die!

Elves usually don't smoke. So the Macaroos are drying up a grass called Yomoi and making their own tobacco.

It's just that occasionally when humans bring "real" tobacco, the macarolos pay high money to have it sold.

I don't know, do you think "real" is still a hot horse?

Then, booze.

Elves usually only drink herbal liquor that is made of beer, meserine, which is a biologic herb. It seems that elves place more emphasis on effectiveness than on taste, whether it's good for the body, if it's there, or preventing illness. It's not good, Meserine. But I wondered if the elves were good for that, and they don't always seem to be, and some of the elves are sneaking up to make another fermented liquor to drink. You think human and Dwarf alcohol can be secretly popular, too?

"Ahhh."

Macaroo tried to light a new Yomoi cigarette, and stopped.

"I wonder when I'll get the monophone next. I'm also getting a little less wine storage. Shit......"

I swept the wine in my mouth and drank it slowly.

When I tried to talk, the store entrance and exit opened.

"Xaragi......!

When I saw it, a woman dressed in white cleric clothing with a blue line at one hundred and sixty-eight cm tall was frowning.

"I wondered where you were, here you are again! Don't you dare! Have a drink or something during the day!

"Ohh. It's your daughter-in-law."

When Makarovo told him to chill, the guests whistled and slapped their hands with a puff.

I hit him in the tongue.

"I'm not your wife..."

"So, who's your daughter-in-law... eh"

Not that I was hammered, but Macaro and the guests are thrilled because me and Ichika said something similar at the same time.

Uh-huh.

I put a silver coin on the counter and took a seat. The currency of the Kingdom of Alabakia in circulation in Altana is well contained in gold, silver and copper, so it can also be used in Arnotu.

"I'll be back"

"Oh, I'm waiting, Xaragi."

Makarovo bastard, he said he was a nigga.

I tried to push the strawberries out of the store and walked down the slab road.

"Hey, Xaragi. Where are you going?

Strawberries follow like goldfish shit.

I didn't turn around.

"You can go anywhere."

"Not good, is it? Momohina and Milliu are still looking for you."

"I don't know."

"Know it or not, that's the way to put it"

"Did I ask you to look for me? You didn't ask for it."