Hermina and the others move out of the dining room and back to their rooms.

For a while after that. While I was cleaning the cafeteria and dealing with the sparse flow of customers, someone came down the stairs with a creaking sound.

The man was taller than my father, who is classified as a giant, and far broader than his shoulders.

Even though he was indoors, he was clad in gray full-body armor like that worn by knights, and covered by a helmet that covered him from the neck up. Underneath the armor, the figure wears a black inner layer, or perhaps, no part of her skin is exposed at all.

The travelers who stopped by for a rest have frozen in place because of the unexpectedly powerful figure that has descended from the mountain.

Good morning, Urgas.

'............'

As I say hello, Urgus nods slowly, his armor making a scraping sound.

Is that him? I'm not sure if it's a she or not, but Urgas is a mercenary who has recently settled here.

Mercenaries are the nobles who fight each other in skirmishes, duels, and sometimes wars. They are warriors who go wherever a battle is likely to take place with merchants or noblemen's guards.

The difference between them and adventurers is that they are more likely to fight people than demons. This does not mean that Urgas cannot fight against demons.

He is better at fighting humans than demons. It is better to think of it as something like that.

'............'

Urgus looks around the cafeteria and walks toward the travelers who are eating at the end of the hall.

The traveler turns pale and just freezes as he is approached in a straight line by the full-armor-clad Urgus.

Hiiiiiiiii!

Then, as Urgas reached out his hand, the traveler's fear became unbearable and he began to clutch his head.

While the traveler is frightened, Urgus bends down and picks up something.

He lightly tapped the shaking traveler on the shoulder and showed him what was in the palm of his hand.

What? Oh, my wallet. You picked it up? Ah, thank you.'

Apparently, it was a traveler's wallet that Urgas picked up. Letty and I did not notice it because it had fallen behind a chair.

The traveler was afraid to accept it and thanked him.

Urgus nodded and moved to a larger table in the dining room and sat down.

He then looked at me and pointed to the cabbage rolls with tomato sauce that the traveler was eating.

I understood. Urgas also has cabbage rolls with tomato sauce. Can I have some bread to go with it?

'............'

'Okay.'

When I nodded, Urgus sat down and looked out at the scenery.

At first I was intimidated by his occupation and appearance, but I know that Urgus is not a violent person.

Despite his appearance, he is a very gentle person.

I wonder what he looks like, by the way.

I've lived here my whole life and I've never seen what's under that helmet.

I take the food from my father and bring it to Urgus.

Maybe today he will take off his helmet. I look at him in hope.

Letty seems to feel the same way. She wipes the table, but her eyes are fixed on Urgus.

Urgus was puzzled by the way Letty and I looked at him, but he moved his knife and fork and cut the dish into bite-size pieces.

He then stabbed the cabbage roll with his fork and dexterously brought it to his mouth through a gap in his armor.

He is dexterous despite his large size.

Letty and I resume our work, a little disappointed not to see Urgus' face again today.



We went back to work, feeling a little disappointed not to see Urgus today.


While the Urgas eat their meals in a relaxed manner, Letty cleans the reception desk and the cafeteria, which is sparsely populated. Mom starts washing dishes and Dad starts preparing lunch.

Now that the dining room and the kitchen are settled, we would normally start cleaning the rooms where the guests have stayed and checking the equipment, but there is still work to be done.

But I still have one more job to do. It is to wake up the guests who have not come down for breakfast yet.

Normally, it is the guests' fault for not being punctual, but I want them to eat the delicious food prepared by my father. They are paying for the meal, so I feel sorry if I don't wake them up.

So I went upstairs to the door at the far end of the house to wake him up.

Even though I was close to the door, there was a sweet smell wafting outside.

Natalia, are you awake? If you don't come down to the dining room soon, breakfast time will be over, okay?''

'...... mmm, let me sleep a little longer...'

A distressed woman's voice came from inside the room as I knocked.

It seems that the guests in this room have no intention of waking up.

I envy them that they still try to sleep, even though I, who always try to spend my time leisurely, am already working.

However, considering the occupation of the women in the room, I guess it is inevitable that they are sleepy in the morning.

No, you can't. Didn't you say so yesterday and didn't eat breakfast?

'...... hmmm'

I try to say so, but I only get vague replies from inside.

I twist the knob, and the door opens a little with a squeak.

A woman alone in a room is very careless.

I'm coming in, okay?

As I opened the door and entered, I could smell the sweet perfume.

I could already smell the perfume, but it was strange that it was not so unpleasant that it stung my nose.

The room was dimly lit, probably because it was closed with curtains.

Looking at the floor, I found bags thrown away, fancy dresses and underwear carelessly taken off and strewn about.

I move closer to the bed, trying not to look at them as much as possible so as not to step on them.

'Here, Natalia. It's time to eat.

'Let me sleep a little longer. I just got back from the whorehouse.

She makes a sleepy, pampered sound and turns her back to me.

Natalia is a prostitute who works at night.

Unlike most people, she goes to work late at night and comes home early in the morning.

She says, 'Because you work at night, you have to eat well. Your body is the capital of everything, right?

'......Okay, I get it now.'

After some persuasion, Natalia finally woke up, albeit groggily.

She had long, lustrous purple hair and long, slit eyes. They were a clear jade color, as beautiful as emeralds.

Her eyes and nose are sharply defined, and she is a beautiful woman with a hint of s*x appeal that makes everyone look back.

Her body is the envy of all the women in the world, with a body that is full in areas that show, and small in areas that don't. She has a body that is the envy of all the women in the world.

It is as if she is the embodiment of male desire. Natalia has such a golden body.

Yes, her breasts, in particular, are as full and shapely as if they were right in front of your eyes. .......

Wait! Breasts! Why aren't you in your nightgown!



'Because I can't sleep with my clothes on.'

Despite the fact that her breasts are exposed, Natalia does not seem bothered.

She puts her hand over her mouth and leaks a sigh of relief.

Why does she cover her mouth with her hand but not her breast? Isn't it usually the other way around?

When I questioned her, Natalia smiled at me, as if she had misunderstood my question.

What is it? Tori, are you worried about your sister's breasts?''

'No, it's not like that.

I'm actually quite curious. I want to look at him so hard, but I'll hold back.

If I look at him strangely, I'll be branded as an erotic child.

Do you want to touch me? Tori doesn't have to pay, unlike our guests, right?

Natalia, who is enjoying teasing me, poses seductively and makes sweet noises.

She is quite good at seducing men, perhaps because she is used to working at night.

'No, thank you.

I refused, using all my willpower and keeping as calm as possible.

'You'd better get up earlier than that. You'll run out of breakfast.

'Yes, yes.'

Satisfied with her teasing, Natalia slowly gets out of bed.

I turned my back to her and moved to the door.

What's wrong? Aren't you going to help me get dressed?''

'I'm an innkeeper, not a servant.

I left Natalia's room, trying to look as calm as possible.