The infinite circle advertised the job offer in Kamindai, and the Doren Workshop was more active than ever before. The pitch-black job offer that suggested the strict labor standards and the large amount of pay that Tsutomu had made attracted many artisans who were unhappy with their treatment, both good and bad.

　Of course, not all the craftsmen who came to the jobs would be hired. There were those who were not skilled enough to complain about their own treatment, and there were even those who brought in amateurish works of art. However, since such works could be recognized at a glance, more than half of them were rejected in the first round of judging.

　Those who passed the initial screening were led to the Dohlen Studio, where they were given light work to do. Those who had originally worked in other workshops would check out the equipment deftly and then proceed with their work, and when the work was done, they would invite the artisans of the Dohlen workshop to join them for a drink.

　When the work was done, they would invite the artisans of the Doren workshop to join them for a drink, but there were also amateurs who made wooden swords to amuse themselves and simple mechanical toys. Those who did not participate in the competition seemed to have a hard time under the harsh working conditions, but they did not quit until the end of the competition, perhaps because they could not forget the pleasant feeling of being praised by the artisans for their work after passing the first round of judging.

　After a week of work experience, the applicants were welcomed into the Dohlen workshop. It seems that Doreen had planned to move his workshop to a new location, and preparations for the move have already begun.


'For now, you can try it out with this.
I understand.


　Amidst such an expansion of the Doren Workshop, the anti-acid equipment that I had created with the help of other craftsmen was finished. And yesterday, I put the equipment on Daryl to test its strength against the ninety-one level slime, and it was able to prevent acid attacks without any problems. Therefore, the goblin army guarding the Black Gate will be easy to attack.


(We had a lot of time to prepare, just in case. )


　I want to have a margin of five levels before at least somewhere breaks through the ninety levels. Tsutomu thinks that if we do that, we'll be in the safe zone, 'Live Dungeon! I was waiting for Smith's arrival to go see the God's Table while looking at the anti-acid equipment I had never seen before in the morning.

　Since the ninety level breakthrough and all the way up to today, Tsutomu has been treating the fans with sassiness, so although they're getting sorted out to some extent, they still need the cooperation of the Babenberg family. And I'm grateful that I don't have to ask one of the clan members to be my escort.


(Well, for all the hard work we're going to do tomorrow, we're going to go around with a bang today!


　Today was the first time in a long time that I had watched a Shintai, so I was in high spirits from the morning. I made a detailed schedule yesterday, including what time and how many minutes we would see the platform and where we would go next. Besides, he had finished a light breakfast today and had even made plans to visit his favorite food stalls. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.

　And just as he stopped observing the equipment, the doorbell of the clan house rang. Tsutomu, who thought it was probably Smith, checked the time and was about to get up from the sofa, at that very moment.


'Tsutomu, do you have plans for today?'
What?


　But only today, that Diniel, who usually lounges around without stepping out of the clan house, said such a thing. A voice leaked out as if he had stopped thinking.

　If he didn't have any plans, Tsutomu would have returned the words immediately, curiously, but today, he had made plans in advance to visit the divine table and stalls by himself for a long time. Tsutomu made a face as if he had been suddenly splashed with water from behind, but he quickly reconsidered.


(.........No, Diniel would be fine. He wouldn't go out for trouble in the first place, and he's a professional when it comes to holidays. (I'm sure he'll understand.)


　If it was the former girlfriend, she would have backed off as soon as she said she was going to visit the gods, but the possibility that she would follow you now because she is rather high energy due to her influence at the 90th level cannot be denied.

　However, she is also the type of person who gets very unhappy when her day off is interrupted, so she should be able to understand her feelings of disgust at having her own schedule disrupted by others. However, Tsutomu could sense that the unpleasant uneasiness wouldn't stop ringing in his chest.


''What?''


　Diniel usually looks sleepy or has a straight face, so his expression is much harder to read. But today's expression is somehow different from the usual. That alone told me that she was different from the usual. Perhaps it's not an unimportant errand.


(Hey, I've been laying all kinds of groundwork to enjoy this day!　I couldn't have expected Diniel to be here. (d*mn.)


　For today Tsutomu hinted from last week that next Sunday was not free at the Clan House, hinting from last week that he would not be available next Sunday, and first he held off the airy Galum, Daryl, Amy, Corina, and Zeno. It wouldn't have been a problem if I'd turned down these five on the same day, but it's never better to keep things running smoothly.

　And then, when Amira seems to be trampling on people's schedules without a care in the world, I put down roots with Camille and sent her back to her parents' house for today. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

　Hanna, who would likely fabricate a lifetime of waste if her schedule were to be interrupted, also asked Amy to schedule a dinner today with a famous merchant who specializes in lingerie. Big tits would get along with each other, Amy told her with a dead look in her eyes, so Hannah wouldn't have a problem with it.

　For this day, Tsutomu had prepared carefully for the challenge. That's just like a dungeon attack. However, he hadn't expected the irregularity of Diniel to occur here at all.

　I don't know what Diniel's plans are, and it's the first time she's asked me about my plans on my day off. But from the unusual expression on her face and her most recent appearance, I could imagine that it was probably something about the dungeon. If it weren't for today, I would have gladly cooperated with her. If Diniel, who hadn't had an ounce of motivation until now, would ask me about God's dungeon, I wouldn't be this pleased.

　However, today, he planned to see the divine platform alone and without any qualms, no matter what. For this day, Tsutomu had been quietly preparing for this day for the last week. He couldn't back down here.


You have plans for today.
Yeah.


　When he said that, Diniel immediately pulled back. In response to that too graceful pull, Tsutomu made a squirming face.


''By the way, what are your plans over there?''
I wanted to hear about the ninety levels. But if you've got plans. You can do that before I do.
..........


　Hearing Diniel's words, Tsutomu quietly held his head in his hands. After all, the things about the divine dungeon, and the latter part of his words also caught his ears.

　After breaking through the ninety levels, Tsutomu lowered his assessment of Diniel. He couldn't trust an attacker who chooses to give up in that imminent situation, and his attitude has changed slightly since he almost died. Diniel must have been aware of this and his words.


(Last time Corina and the others were also soberly gishy....... (I'll have to fix it up a bit, too.)


　Everyone has their own likes and dislikes. But since Tsutomu mostly socializes like a game, he never got to the point of liking or disliking it in the first place. He had the same perception of Zeno as the players who role-played the game, so he was never disliked, even if he was appalled by it. And I don't particularly like it.

　However, it could not be denied that in the 90th level, he had almost died because of Diniel, so the hit against her was slightly harsher. Therefore, Tsutomu made a difficult decision.


''.........Even if I say I'm planning to, I'm just going to see the divine table. Is Diniel coming too?''
I'll be there.
All right. I'll meet you outside.


　Tsutomu headed for the doorway, a little disappointed with Diniel's immediate reply. Then there stood Smith, who was clacking his feet in frustration.


'You're late,'
I'm sorry. We had a rush job.
...I see. That's why you've been trying so hard to get rid of people, isn't it? I understand why you're making me go far away, too. Then let's get out of the way.
..........
Whoa!


　Tsutomu, who gave a cold look to Smith, who was speculating on various evil things, took out a feather broom from his magic bag and traced the barrier outside. Since the barriers of the Babenberg family share their senses with the surgeon, it's the equivalent of being tickled by the body.

　And the area Tsutomu had traced was just the back area, and Smith made a strange noise. He was trained against sensory sharing pain, so if Tsutomu kicked the barrier as hard as he could, he wouldn't feel pain or itch. But when it came to tickling, he didn't seem to have a tolerance for it.


''Nah, you, hey! Stop it!
'I'm upset that my plans to go out on my own have fallen apart too. Next time you say something weird, I'm going to get serious.


　Smith looked at Tsutomu, who was equipped with a feather broom in each hand with a wry look in his eyes, as if he were a monster. Then they stared at each other without saying a word until Diniel arrived, and when the three of them were all together, they began to move to the God's Table Square.