What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

The Sea Divine Gate in the free city of Valle is closed at 7: 30 p.m. and can be opened at 6: 30 a.m.

It was only during the closing hours that we crept through the Kaijin Gate and entered the Valle, and if we were a little behind, we would have to wait outside until morning.

"Oh, good. Good! Glad we made it! Oh, it's okay, because I don't talk any more!

Ginzi laughed, ahahahahahaha.

Tense.

Haven't you noticed because of that?

We're walking down Main Street with an unknown name straight from Kaijin Gate. There are many people. Not only pedestrians, horses, carriages, they're a great number. It's no exaggeration to say that you're being rude.

Momohina, Milliu, and Heinemarie seem rare and frivolous.

Well, I guess so.

That's a lot of unusual things for us... No, I'm here, so I really am.

People aren't the only ones walking there. When it comes to percentages, there seems to be the most humans, but there are other cool numbers.

My skin is green, I do it, my fangs are poking like pigs out of my lips, dyeing my hair in bright colors, those guys are oaks.

Are men and women with earthy skin who have cloudy eyes and do not think they are alive, possibly immortals?

That's not all.

The little one with yellow-green skin, pointy ears and a pretty agreeable appearance...... but was it goblin? That goblin is so dressed up, walking around with some human-like physique goblins, hobgoblins.

My head is like a dog, and some of the hairy ones. Kobold, I think it's stuck.

And then, that's an elf. Some dudes have sloppy mustaches like dwarves.

Ugh, dude, if you do it... what a horse your lower body is. Sentol.

Of course I see some species I've never seen or even heard of.

Honestly, I was just surprised, too. Valle. Is this the free city of Valle? That's better than asking. So far. Wow. This air. Clearly, yabe. Blood is noisy. Make a scene.

It's just me there. I don't get excited and forget me. I was aware of it.

I don't care what you think. There's as many flashy ones as there are, but somehow we're strangely eye-catching.

So you realize I'm a big hero? Apparently, that's not how it works.

I'm not the one in the spotlight. Not temuzine, not strawberries, not momomohina, not milieu, not heinemarie.

I glanced at Ginger for a moment.

"Uhhhhhh. Yahh. Wow. I can't believe there are so many people out there. I never imagined it. I can't believe there's a city like this. It's a city. Metropolitan. That's awkward. Noha. I wonder if I can sleep tonight. I don't know if I can sleep. What should I do? Shit. No, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, my God! Nevertheless, I'm glad I was born -! Glad to be on the journey! Sometimes it's good to be alive! I'm thrilled. I'm impressed. Hmm. A little hiccup, a heterophobic romance sprouted... that? What's wrong, Mr. Xaragi?"

"Just shut up"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Too much fun, with..."

"Now, take a good look around."

"Huh? Around...?

Ginger circled his neck all the way,

"Gho."

and made the fish eyes jump.

Then I shrunk my neck,

"... you know, Mr. Kisaragi, I... it's like everyone's watching me..."

"Like, hey. They're definitely watching."

"I'm not just being watched... I kind of feel malicious or disgusting in my gaze... Is this just that because I'm a land sahagin and I don't really know about people of other races...? Misunderstood......?

"No, it's not a favorable eye, even from me."

"... or after all?

"Ho ho."

Momohina puts her little neck on,

"Speaking of which, the only thing that sounds like gingi-kun?

"... right"

Milliu agreed.

"There are so many different kinds of heads of race, but I can't seem to see anything else like a sahagin"

Heinemarie is

"... of..."

Or whining and blurring. Dwarf, it looks like my daughter is totally hit by the air in Valle.

I laid my eyes on the sleeping table on Thamuzin's saddle. Is the strawberry asleep? Maybe he doesn't even have the energy to open his eyes. I need to find a doctor.

For that, I hope this guy doesn't get handicapped.

I glanced at Ginger again and thought that.

Well, you should just be clear about these things.

"Hey."

I was walking nearby, and my hair called out to the purple oak. Most importantly, I've never talked to an oak. I was also interested in where the words made sense.

"Nu......"

Oak turned around and softly narrowed his eyes to Ginger.

"Namagseye. Voice, don't call me. Namagseye!"

All you can say is, "What are you doing?"

"Nandato!"

"What a mess."

"Ikiri...... what?

Apparently, not that words don't make sense, but vocabulary is poor.

"Don't be mad at me."

I say again, the oak, uh, snorts,

"Okolaceta, it's Omae! Okolassel!"

"I'm sorry."

I put my hands up and then pounded the shoulder of the oak.

"Be careful. I want to talk to you. You see?"

"Sul talk, me, no!

"Don't say that. You're a good one."

"Nu?"

"Good one. You know what I mean. Nice guy. A man who feels good. You'll see. You look strong."

"Me, strong. Atarimae!"

"I guess. You're not just strong. Smart. I can hold it against a woman. It's a hit, isn't it?

"Nu...... Odatel, nothing answers!

"I'm just glad I found out about you. I came a long way. What about you? Where'd you come from?

"Me...... Bits Ugant"

"Bits Ugandt. It's your hometown."

"Yes."

Orc had eyes that only looked far away for a moment, but seemed kind of sad.

Something's happened and I can't stay in my hometown anymore, or maybe this oak has flown into the free city of Valle because I'm having a hard time.

"I'm Kisaragi."

Whether this kind of greeting works. I don't know unless I try. I gave him my right hand.

Orc looked at my right hand with a noose, but eventually he shook it with his right hand.

Thick, rough, hard skin. But, well, that's all.

I held Orc's hand and shook him up and down gently, making him laugh.

Don Bragnon.

That's what Oak called it, holding up the edge of his lips slightly.

From a human's point of view, I can't even flatter him as a beautiful man, but he's so adorable when he laughs. Unusually disappointing jaws, flat, laterally spread noses, tall cheekbones, and narrow foreheads, this will taste good. It's not a bad idea to have an oak bump.

I let go of my hand and then somehow fisted Don Bragn in the chest. Then Don's one, as a nigga, punched me back in the chest. It was a heavy blow coming up, but I knew I should show you where I don't even shake a little. I did. I did. The suggestion was that Don had the best grin and now he put up his right arm. I punched myself in the right arm of Don and put my left arm up. Don hit my left arm, and just when I could just relax for a second,

"Goahahahaha!"

and laughed with pleasure.

"Xaragi! Me, Omae, I like it! Talk, Sul! Problem, Nye! Ask me anything! I answer!

"Anyway, why don't we talk while we eat? We just got here, so I don't know the store or anything."

"Fine! I'll tell you! Problem, Nye! Follow me!

Don walks all the way in a good mood.

I signaled Momohina and the others with my eyes that I was coming, and then I chased Don.