Chapter 4: 4-Episode IV

Adventurer's guilds often have a tavern space attached, and this guild is no different.

When Mee took me there, I found myself in a place where many adventurers were drinking and making noise.

Although the people drinking in the tavern were generally crude, there was a rich variety of talent.

There was a muscular warrior-like man who tipped his mug of ale with gusto, an elven woman who sipped her wine with an air of nonchalance, and a bandit-like man who seemed to be drunk but kept his eyes on his surroundings.

I saw Mee running ahead of me, and I vaguely guessed that this beastly girl would be the party's redhead, a sort of mascot.

Mixed-gender adventuring parties are not uncommon, but even so, I've heard that most adventurers are male.

It is also said that many adventuring parties collapse due to relationships involving women.

Mee doesn't seem to be the type, but I've also heard that women are not always what they seem.

In any case, you might want to be careful not to get too close to her.

With this in mind, I followed Mee...

'Hey, Mee, good work. Is that the new guy?

There were indeed two people sitting at two of the four seats at the table.

And the one who just called out to me was one of them.

The two people there defied all my vague expectations.

They were both girls.

Both seemed to be human, and both were about my age or slightly younger.

One of them, the one who approached me, was a rough-looking girl with her legs thrown over the table.

She wore her hair in a ponytail and her eyes were black.

The clothes she wore were not something you would see often around here.

I remember that there was a national costume like that in the East, called Kimono Hakama (Kimono Hakama).

The one worn by the girl in front of me was based on a sky-blue color, and was quite beautiful in combination with her own neat appearance.

On her waist was a sword with a strong bow, which was sheathed in a scabbard.

As I recall, it was also a katana, a weapon from the same Eastern country.

On the other hand, the other person there was a girl wearing a white robe that looked like a priest's robe.

Her platinum blonde hair was cut to a semi-short length, and her eyes, with their fantastic purple color, combined with her tightly knotted mouth, gave the girl a serious impression.

Another feature of the girl is the size of her breasts, which, at the risk of sounding a bit vulgar, make her white robe look much larger than it is.

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This lent a maternal beauty to the girl's silhouette.

Anyway, what surprised me was the fact that the two people there were women.

On second thought, however, that was not a problem at all.

It is not necessarily appropriate to assume that women are incompetent.

From a biological point of view, it is true that women are generally inferior to men in terms of muscle mass, etc., but on the other hand, there is a research report that shows that women tend to have a larger amount of aura circulating in their bodies than men.

If this is true, it would be premature to assume that women are inferior to men in terms of the qualities of an adventurer.

Therefore, this should not be an issue.

What we should be aware of now is another oddity.

I was talking about 'warriors and priests', but it seems to be a little different strictly speaking. I think it's called samurai. I seem to remember that they are the ones who handle the unique swordsmanship of the eastern countries, is that correct?

When I asked this, the dark-haired girl who had been throwing her legs up on the table straightened her posture and leaned forward as if to bite.

'Wow, you know about us! To tell you the truth, you couldn't understand us even if we called ourselves samurai, so we had no choice but to call ourselves fighters. Oh, so you know us. That's great.

The black-haired girl then held out her right hand toward me.

'I'm Satsuki. As you can see, I'm a samurai. Who are you?

'I'm William. I studied magic and other arts at the Academy of Magic. When I say I know samurai, I'm just saying.

I shake the offered hand and introduce myself.

'Hey, that's okay. I'm just glad you know about it.

The girl smiled pleasantly and said so.

I had always thought of this samurai girl, Satsuki, as a person with no hidden agendas.

At least she didn't seem like a bad person.

And the other.

The girl in the priest's robe who was sitting next to Satsuki held out her hand as well.

'I am Cyril. I am a Priestess of the Holy Order of Ahtna, Goddess of Light and Justice.

'I'm William. Nice to meet you.'

I shake his hand back and give a short reply.

I hadn't yet decided whether or not I wanted to party with them, but intuitively they didn't seem like bad people, and if that was the case, there was no reason to turn them down.

I had immediately decided to form a party with them.

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