Many of Val's chores include carrying goods and organizing the warehouse.
　There's also a clerical position that involves handling paperwork, but he has to be able to read, write and calculate properly.
　Needless to say, he hasn't declared his true abilities and is deemed not to be able to be entrusted with them.

'Old man, you're a good old man and a chore: ......'

　The one who speaks to him with a fuming look on his face is Toy, a fifteen-year-old human race boy.
　Bal laughs and replies to the tenth class adventurer who gives him a cocky blue stare.

''It can't be helped. It's not safe to go out there right now, you know.''

'If it's true, doesn't the old man have to be in the investigation as a fourth or third degree?

　There was an unconcealed stress in Toy's ordinary face, and he decided to be a target for venting.

'Yeah. I used to long for it. My abilities never really caught up with me.

　The way Val replied with a laugh seemed to feel 'spare' to the boy, and he bit his lip in displeasure.

'Don't scoff, you little fry.

　Toy spits out a tirade that would make anyone who knows who he is swoon if they heard it.

'That being said, I'm a small fry.

　Val is not going to let it go.
　He would have been impressed if he had been around Roy that he had the demeanor of an adult who doesn't deal with the roughness of youth.　
　But unfortunately, there were only two of them in the warehouse, and Toy was still a boy who tended to pervert the other's leeway as 'being licked'.

'f*ck you,'

　Still, as expected, it's hard to pull off a handful of moves, but he cursed and glared at her before walking out of the warehouse.

You're ...... young. You can't have your feelings.

　Val did not dislike a young man like him.
　A man without self-control would have beaten Bal, but Toy was a boy who still had the self-control and sense to do so.

(A man who never forgets self-control, even when his emotions are running high, could be turned into one depending on the occasion.)

　As Val works, I think I'll talk to the Guild President next time.
　At least I want to give him a chance.
　However, Toy is still new to the tenth level, so it will be difficult for him to do so until things settle down.
　Even when he is alone, he quietly does the work he is given.

''Do you want me to help?''

　I received a thought call from Meena, who seemed to be watching me from somewhere, but I refused it.

I won't do it. I'm not going to be able to do the work of two people when there's supposed to be only one of us, right?

　Val responded with a thought call.
　It might be able to say that if it was one of the Eight Divine Brilliance, it wouldn't be surprising that he could do that much, but there was no way an ordinary old man could do it.
　Mina may have expected his answer, and that's where the thought call breaks off.
　He continued to work for a while and then took a break, and then Toy returns.
　He still looked huffy and didn't apologize to Val, but he resumed his work.

(Did he resume work when his head was cold? Isn't he a good boy?)

　He thinks.
　Around Meena, he would say that he's too lenient, but Val can't be strict in these areas.

(Meena would say it's not a good idea to coddle him just because he's dealing with a child.)

　He chuckles inwardly, anticipating the beautiful elf's bitterness.

'What?'

　As if misunderstanding his condition, Toy stops his hand and glares at him.

'No, I admire you for coming back properly. I'm honestly not sure I would have been able to do the same thing.

　Val says calmly, and the boy snorts with a huff.

'Isn't that why the old man is smoldering at a good age?

　The sarcasm flew in, but the old man, a mere old man, had heard it all before.

'Warning, it's going to hurt.

　When I replied, Toy moved the muscles of his face as if he was annoyed.
　You can't see the boy's expression from the direction where Val is, but when it comes to Akira Yagami, it's only natural to know that much even if you can't see his face.

(Apparently, he's not a good match for this boy.)

　He decided that if his words and actions were only going to irritate the boy, he might as well be considerate.

'It's a little early, but I'm going to have to pull up.

　When Val calls out to him, Toy stops his hand and looks at him suspiciously.

'Are you sure?　If you stop now, you'll lose a few coppers.

'I'm fine with that, because I'll get a bill for it somewhere else. I know a lot of people myself.

　When the boy asks if it's not a matter of life and death, he gives what he thinks is his unclely answer.

'I thought you were just getting old for nothing.

　The boy's face, who was sarcastic again, said, "I've lost my mind by worrying about you.

(He's not such a bad boy after all.)

　Val thought and went to report to the receptionist.