Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Your aristocratic child!?

Turn around and Sarah lurks her voice to be sure, to delude herself that she has screamed out loud.

"But maybe that's a rude way of saying it, but is that possible? Besides, if you want to talk to me like that, there's more..."

And I was about to tell you, Sarah noticed.

Who the hell is a city whore and who can ask for help?

If you divulge that a child has been made, the people in the store will either tell you to "fall" or they will just kick you out.

On the other hand, if you expose yourself as a child of nobility, you can only see a future in which you will not see yourself or your children busy, being used only in the intimidating material of the organization that divides the whore.

I would have consulted with fellow prostitutes, but there would have been no concrete solution floating around about the narrow whores of the world, sympathy or empathy with each other.

Even if I were to come here to talk to you, I wonder if you're coming pretty desperate.

Sarah asked Laura as she sat back and corrected her posture.

"Who did you ask Kenji's name in the first place?

Could it be that Kenji went to the whorehouse and was one of Laura's guests?

Kenji is also a man, so that's usually about it, but this Laura seems like someone who works from a good outfit or outfit or a lot more expensive. Maybe that's the kind of place where it's not weird for a nobleman to go with patience. It's just that Kenji seems to be making money these days, so I might even go to those places. That's why it doesn't seem a bit keenly to snuggle into women's play right away because you can earn it. Though, because Kenji is a man...

"... Sarah, Sarah! What's wrong, sir?

"Huh? Uh, what is it? Yeah, where did you hear Kenji's name?

I've been thinking about it a lot ahead of time, and I think I missed hearing about Laura.

"That's right. Kenji's name came from a great adventurer who came to the store. Anything, someone with great wisdom to work for... and yet you don't get great and listen to me, and I'm sure you're a nobleman or something like that."

"Kenji is your nobleman? It's... it's not... it's not, is it?

Sarah imagined Kenji putting together an aristocratic costume, which seemed too unfit for her, so she nearly blew it out and struck it off.

"I used to have an adventurer party with Kenji, but I didn't feel like a nobleman at all."

Sarah answered Laura, remembering her time as an adventurer.

Indeed, Kenji was somewhat neglected in his care. But I think it was somehow different from the nobility not knowing the lives of ordinary people.

"Somehow, I guess I feel more like a merchant than a nobleman. But there's something weird about being a merchant."

Even from Sarah's point of view, I've been wondering who the hell Kenji is lately.

I was a former adventurer who had trouble with his job until the other day, but when I started consulting with the runaway adventurer, I quickly got busy, just at the tip of my mouth, and started making more money than any of those merchants.

Now he runs around with his crippled legs trying to sell something like shoes for adventurers.

However, the impression I had when I was partying wasn't that strong.

As for arms, a so-so swordsman.

A convenient member who buys cheap what you need for a party and wraps up your request well.

That was the place.

"Fair enough. So, what kind of consultation is it? For once, can I ask you something?

Laura looked down for a while and hesitated, but eventually cut out the story as determined.

"To the other nobleman, I had a child. I want you to know that you are the father."

"I heard that earlier, but if you just want to let me know, why don't you just write me a letter? Uh, can Laura write?

What Sarah made sure of once was that there were not many women who could write.

Sarah herself is starting to practice because she needs to help Kenji do her job, but she's not that fluent.

"I wrote many letters. I just haven't heard back from you at all. I don't even know if it arrived."

"That's... that's a story I'm sorry about."

Nothing is harder for a woman than being ignored. All the more so if that is the father of the child.

"I'm a child of a different status. I want you to do your father's duty, I can't tell you what a ripped mouth is. I just want to tell you with my chest up who my father is when my kids grow up. That's all."

Sarah felt completely sympathetic to how Laura spoke in a quiet tone.

You can't forgive such an irresponsible man!

He slapped the table and rose from the chair, slapping his chest and undertaking forcefully.

"Leave it to me! I'm sure he's going to poke his father about his children!