“So hot……”
I let out my voice and woke up.
What jumped into view was the ceiling of the inn where I was staying.
It’s very old and sometimes leaks.
It is said that it’s turning 60 years old. I’ve known about this inn since I was a kid, but when I heard that, I was really surprised.
The inn “Estrona” is the inn where I have stayed since I became independent as a hunter.
The floor and ceiling are tattered. The walls are thin, and I can hear a sigh from the neighbor.
No bath, shared toilet. Facing the street, if you open the window, the noise from the crowds will pop in. In addition, the scenery is not good.
On the other hand, the rent is reasonably priced.
It comes with the privilege of being able to eat home-cooked food in the morning and the evening, but I think it’s a place where you like the taste.
If you are an S-class hunter, can’t you afford a good inn or even a single house in the suburbs? I’ve heard about it so much that my ears are rotten.
The answer is no.
The Hunter Guild is always in financial difficulty.
Even though they are monsters, most of the times they do not initiate the attack but mostly try to defend against the humans that walk into their territory or there is no one left to make a request.
Therefore, there are not as many requests to subdue monsters.
If there is no request, no reward will be given. Naturally, the hunter guild makes little money.
We have been able to make up for such chronic deficit management with the funds of the aristocrats who are patrons, and have been getting by until now.
Just by imagining Gangel’s face, I want to hit him, but I know that he is having a hard time over there.
I understood the reason why I couldn’t get up to Patron.
Aside from that, the fact that there are no requests for subjugation is a matter of life and death for hunters.
In addition, if the rewards are small, it will be hard to livet.
Some hunters are secretly doing side jobs. The number of hunters, which used to be more than 2000, is now decreasing every year.
Well, it can’t be helped even if I complain about my previous job.
I finally quit the Hunter Guild …
For now, all I have to do now is get rid of the cause of me sweating a lot, even though it’s not summer.
I dropped my gaze around my lower abdomen.
A beast girl with cat ears is clinging. Her tail was wrapped around me, put her hand in my shirt, and was sleeping like a storm.
She looks really happy.
“Get up, stupid disciple!”
I tapped her cheek a few times.
But she just shaked her head unwillingly and kept her eyes closed. She muttered a long sleep-talk, saying, “No. Master! That’s not ok at all.”
Moreover, she was wearing nothing.
The naked idiot disciple clung to my body pressing her bulges against me.
The name of this beast girl is Prim Labet.
For the time being, she is supposed to be my disciple.
Her body is thin and the chest is quite good. A man can’t resist her charms, but the content of her head is a 6-year-old child-no, less than that.
However, she may be cute, but has a huge amount of power hiding behind that pretty exterior and she is quite active in monster hunting.
“Your room is next door. How did you get in when I locked it?”
I look at the door of the room.
The doorknob was squeezed in the wrong direction and the key was broken.
I don’t have to ask who did it.
“The landlord is gonna be angry again isn’t she?”
While I was scratching my head my blanket started to move.
No, it’s not a blanket.
It was a big head with soft fluffy hair.
Then my cheeks are licked by a big tongue.
When I looked at the source, sharp golden eyes were staring at me.
The ears stood up with a pyon and fangs could be seen while yawning.
Above all, the soft silver hair is a masterpiece, especially the amount of hair under the head and chin is large, and the tail feels smoother and feels good again.
The overall amount of hair is large and it feels fluffy, but the body itself is supple and reminiscent of a wild wolf.
The name is Rir.
A child of the beast Ice Wolf, my only companion.
A rare kind of beast, Rir, is much stronger than other monsters.
She has the ability to defeat A-ranked monsters alone.
However, recently she has confined herself to my bed.
Because she has no activity as a hunter and her teeth are rusting.
All I can do is stroke Lil’s nose hoping It will be comforting.
“What are you doing, Zelet!”
It was a frying pan that flew.
I react reflexively.
According to the movement of the frying pan that turns like a boomeran, when I put my finger on it, I turned it with my fingertips and stopped the movement.
“Hey. What does it mean to throw a frying pan at a person suddenly? It’s a rule of thumb to only hit while holding it.”
Looking back, a blonde elf was standing there.
She tied her hair in a ponytail with a blue ribbon, and her green eyes are now staring at me indignantly. With a small physique, the small face still remains innocent.
The elf girl put her hand on her hip and sighed.
“I noticed that the door was broken and jumped in. What are you doing in the morning? And the frying pan is not a ball, it’s a good cookware.”
“What is the person who threw it at someone saying, Pamela?”
“Uh, it’s noisy! We’re not that kind of store. Put on your clothes !!”
“Clothes? I’m wearing a shirt?”
“Not you! I’m talking about prim-san.”
Prim?
Ah. Come to think of it, she was clinging to me all this time naked.
It happens every morning, so I forgot.
“Don’t shout, Pamela. I’ve never thought of this stupid disciple as a woman.”
“I’m not saying that! I feel sorry for Prim-san! Already!”
This elf, swelling her cheeks like a balloon fish and moving the ahoge that grows from her head like a phalanx spear, is the young landlord of the inn “Estrona” and my childhood friend-Pamela Estrona.
The owner who took over this inn at the age of 15 when her parents were hurt by monsters is yelling at me from beginning to end.
Other than me, my peers are staying here, but for some reason I was the only one targeted.
I may be a childhood friend, but I’m a customer, so I’d like to ask for a milder customer service.
“Anyway! Wash your face and come to the dining room. Your breakfast will get cold.”
“Breakfast!!”
Pyukyun! !! With a strange onomatopoeia, Prim finally wakes up.
Good grief……. A totally useless disciple.
This is how my non-hunter day began again.