139 135 Its a story of an acquaintance that its not a loss to pretend to be a cat when we meet for the first time (1/2)

When I hear the name of the guildmaster of the Adventurer's Guild, I have three images of the guildmaster in my mind.

The first is the strict, battle-hardened guild master from the field, who is well-liked in this kind of branch, but who has a delicate relationship with headquarters.

The second is a beautiful woman or a beautiful girl who seems to have a hidden agenda. They can be dark elves, vampires, or beastmen, but in the story they are usually beautiful.

These patterns are the brainy ones.

Third.

Nice to meet you. I'm Mikey, the guild master of this guild. I'm not a feline beastman, but a cat fairy (Ketsey). I hope you don't get that wrong.

It's a pattern where a small animal is the guild master.

But the figure is not to be underestimated.

Despite its appearance, the power in its eyes is as strong as any I've ever seen.

I immediately judged that this was no ordinary man, so I pulled myself together to introduce myself so that I wouldn't lose.

I'm Jiro Tanaka, and Jiro is my name and Tanaka is my family name. I'm human, but I'm a dungeon tester belonging to the Demon King's Army.

Amilicia led me to a room at the back of the third floor of the building, the guildmaster's office, where I was greeted by a cat.

It was a cat with long goggles, if you will.

He was wearing a shirt and red tie, standing upright on his two hind legs, neatly straight and upright.

When he saw us enter the room, the cat, who called himself Miche, walked on two legs, and as he came up to us to show his apparent light weight, he jumped on the step that Amilicia had prepared for him and held out his hand.

You're presented with a beautiful paw, and for a moment you think she means to touch you, but you quickly realize that she wants to shake your hand, and you lightly squeeze it.

I've heard that the dungeon experiment unit under the demon king's direct control is a secret location and personnel. The location and personnel of this unit are kept secret, so much so that I, as a guild master, don't know if it really exists.

”Am I a ghost or something?

I believe in ghosts, but in a way it's more than that because you have to see them in person to believe in them.

The cat (the guildmaster) grinned with a grin on his face as his two tails wagged.

Implicitly, I was treated as more than a ghost or a rare creature, but my workplace is the birthplace of the so-called brave.

Isn't it natural to have an information lockdown of that magnitude?

So, Amilicia asked me, what is it that you want to tell me about the future of the guild?

After shaking hands, the guildmaster returns to his office desk, his gait light again.

The desk is big enough to fit his small frame, but it's big enough for me to use it.

The papers piled on it remind me that the work is piling up.

That's probably why they put off the tedious discussion and cut to the chase.

”To put it bluntly, I came to tell you that the dungeon here is dying. That's coming soon.

”What?

When I say this, Amilicia looks back in surprise as she tries to clear the step stool, but I don't look away from the guildmaster.

I like jokes, but I don't like jokes like that. If you want to have fun with me, you should brush up on your sense of humor.

I wish it had been a joke for me, but unfortunately I can't get away with joking about the situation.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the title of dungeon tester, the guild master wouldn't have responded directly to me, a newcomer to the guild.

And that title is only valuable as a source of information to confirm whether or not the existence of a dungeon tester exists, and the cat would end the conversation once he found out.

The bottom line is that curiosity has given me the opportunity to have a conversation with the guild master.

What's with the human woman?

Honestly, this makes me angry, but I have a bomb on my hands too.

I'll gladly put up with this if it means more companions.

With a smirk on his face, he points his thumb at Himiku, and the cat (guild master) asks him if he's joking.

You'll be able to see that the cat is the evidence of a fallen angel.

This is the proof of the fallen angel.

physical evidence.

”Himik, I will give you the signal to release the hidden wings when the time comes.

”What's the use of that, Lord? Wouldn't it be better to show them from the beginning anyway?　You can threaten me directly if you want.

”Let's get out of the habit of putting your hands in front of your mouth, shall we?　Nah?

As we had discussed, Himikku releases his wings and his black wings spread out in a flash.

It's a good idea to have a good time.　Nyan and!　A fallen angel!

”Hee!”?

The reason why I took this detour is because I wanted to control the atmosphere.

At the bargaining table, the one who wins the atmosphere will have the upper hand.

Even though he's a fallen angel, he's an angel in the first place.

For the demon king's army and the beings under their protection, it would be surprising if they were introduced to you lightly as a disaster in front of you.

It would be like being handed a bag and being told it's a bomb.

”I found this in the dungeon and I've heard from my opponent that it's a dungeon core. If that's not proof, then I'm sorry to say that's the end of the story, okay?

Yeah, that was definitely a bomb.

I honestly want to praise Himiku for following the instructions.

I'm pretty sure he's the type of guy who arranges food instead of following a recipe just because it looks somewhat tasty if you let him cook it.

In fact, I have to tell you that my heart was beating faster than the guild master and Amyricia's in front of me.

I was worried that I wouldn't take notice of the proof, or that they would release their wings without permission because they were cramped, or that they would do something to disrupt the atmosphere in another direction for reasons I couldn't foresee.

I'm still talking with a normal expression on my face, but secretly I'm breathing a sigh of relief that it worked.

”Your magic seems to be real.

”Is there a fake?

There's a winged race, they look a lot like angels, and sometimes they claim to be angels and do something fraudulent, so we have to deal with them every year.

”Rude cat. I have more wings than they do to lump me in with such beings!　Don't make a mistake!

”You shut up.

”Lord, this is a matter of dignity as an angel!　I'd hate to be lumped in with all those birdies, too.

”Okay, okay. I'll ask you later.

Good, then.