128 124 When trouble can be incorporated into your work schedule... (1/2)

I came to the state-run dungeon facility of Mr. Gray's description.

Even if it was a military facility, it wasn't so stuffy, and the part where a being like me could go in and out was like the city hall I knew.

There is a counter, and beyond it a clerk is writing papers.

The only difference between it and the Japanese city hall is that the people are fantastical, such as sub-humans and demons, and soldiers stand at the entrance instead of guards, and the purchase of materials is accepted in the distance?

As for the rest, well, as you can see, almost everyone is armed, including me.

And I'm the only human being in such a space, I've been exposed to a lot of strange stares since I came here, and I've gotten used to it, but even here I'm being exposed.

At first, I was waiting with Myitt, and Gray was going through the formalities, but there was some difficulty, so Myitt went to help him.

So I waited alone, with no one to talk to, and all I could do was wait quietly, while people kept staring at me weirdly again.

To be honest, I secretly regret that I should have gone with you, but as the exposure continues, I get used to it, but it's still stressful to endure the stares.

I thought about wearing a mask, but that would make me look suspicious, so I decided against it.

It's not like I was tickled by old wounds of neuromania or anything.

To whom do I make excuses?

You've been killing time, laughing at yourself for tsk tsking in your mind, but it's about time you got tired of it.

The best way to stay out of trouble is to keep a low profile.

Do nothing, and nothing will be done.

That alone will keep the peace.

Once again, I'm alone against the pillar, waiting for them, but this time the process seems to be taking longer, and another hour has gone by.

It's taking too long in any case.

I won't say that I'm tired of waiting, but if it's this late, I'm worried that some trouble is happening.

Recently, or rather, since I became a member of the demon king's army, I don't think I've had much peace.

Therefore, this pattern makes me wonder if there is definitely trouble again.

”Hey, why is there a human here?

Isn't some nobleman's slave?

Oh, the human race, the weakness is contagious.

And they don't come off as well as I'd like them to.

There are people standing in front of me that I would expect to see on some RPG's ticker that says goblins have appeared, orcs have appeared, or imps have appeared.

No, just one?　They are small and flapping their wings as they fly, but they look like the kind of people a brave man would fight for if he were to slay a dragon.

Is this the kind of entanglement promised in the adventurers' guild?

I was quietly and discreetly taking care of myself and wondering why I was getting involved, but the person in front of me doesn't seem to care about my situation or feelings, and I have to deal with it even if I don't want to.

What can I do for you?

”Oh, you babbled!

”You called me, what can I do for you?

If you talk to them, they will treat you as if they have seen a rare animal.

You're human, so you can at least speak the language, you think to yourself, and observe the other side.

You turn your attention to the goblin, who is far weaker than Mr. Skegob, who often drinks coffee with you in the company.

Smile a sly smile and laugh at what's amusing.

Three moves, or maybe two if you cut corners to see what's going on.

Based on the strength of their magic, gait, and spirit, I'll try to subdue them all with my bare hands, and figure out what the three goblins in front of me want from me.

It's definitely not because they want to be my friend or anything.

It's also definitely not out of kindness.

The look on your face, the way you're smiling but not showing any positive emotions, indicates that this is not a good thing either.

You'll be able to see that you don't like being in this place anyway, and that's not a mistake.

Human, this is no place for you to be. Put that armor down and walk away.

I knew it, I thought, and resisted the urge to sigh at the only time I needed to look up at the large orc man in the room.

”No, I'm waiting for someone here. If you're in my way, we'll swap places.

Discontinue the conversation as soon as possible.

The story is not worth listening to, and you can deal with being touched.

But in an environment where it's clear that you're out of options if you mess with us, the only thing you can do is walk away.

If you are the protagonist of the story, this is where you will get into trouble, and from there, you will get into trouble, but we will make sure that you don't.

The odds of that ever succeeding are low, mostly in the instructor's circle.

But whether you do or don't make a difference in your mental fatigue.

So I've decided that the conversation is a waste of time, and I'm going to cut it off unilaterally.

You know, I hate to say this, but my visit to this facility is only temporary.

I don't have a base here, and I don't plan on settling here.

I know this won't be enough for today, but if you're walking away in a few days, this is the best way to go, even if it's a little less impressive.

This guy is a human being.

Somehow or other, the existence of such personalities in each other's lives is the reason why wars never cease to exist.

There was also Isreal's demon king's army of people who claim to be evil and the people in front of them are weak, so they try to control them.

Their arguments are truly water and oil.

They can only clash without mixing them.

There is no way to find a compromise in this attitude, and as it is, conversation is reduced to a mere waste of time and energy.

To avoid this, you duck under the orc's arm and move to a pillar a short distance away to stand quietly on your back again.

If it gets involved again, return to your original position.

Ignore all the rattling and whining.

I thought he'd give up eventually.

But he's persistent.

”Because you licked it!

”You're human and you ignore me!

I'll kill you.

Normally, if you ignore them so much, they would leave you, but these guys never give up and continue to get involved.

They've been following me around like a maniac.

I appreciate your patience, but this is a pain in the ass for us.

What's going to happen next?

What are you guys doing?

No time to think.

You know, this much commotion usually gets soldiers moving.

I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up in it. I was just avoiding it because I was being tangled up.

”We were just trying to get rid of this human!　This is no place for humans to come!　I know!

If you explain the situation to the approaching soldiers first, the screams of the orcs, driven by emotion, will follow.

Sixty percent of the people around you seem to agree with that voice.

And worse, the soldier in front of me is included in that 60 percent.

From a distance, they must have thought I was some kind of subhuman.

I think they realized I was human when they got close.

They turned their swordsmanship toward me, not toward the orcs who were causing the ruckus.