I can copy the beautiful girl

"This is the Adventurer's Guild we opened."

"Yeah." Feruto nodded to indicate that she heard it.

I placed another holy gold coin on the table: "This one is a homeless person from the slums."

“Yeah.” Felt nodded again.

"Now, this homeless man has come to our Adventurer's Guild and applied to register as an adventurer."

"So what exactly is an adventurer?"

"Don't worry, I'm almost there." I took out another holy gold coin. "This is the client, a merchant. He needs to take great risks to trade. So, he came to our Adventurer's Guild and posted a commission in our guild, hoping that someone can escort him to the city he wants to go to."

"Then, our Adventurer's Guild will determine the difficulty of his commission and ask for a fee commensurate with the difficulty. We will then select a single adventurer or a team of adventurers within the guild who we deem capable of completing the task and assign the commission to them. Our guild will simply act as an intermediary, taking a 10% commission from the commission."

Firut finally reacted: "Isn't this a mercenary?"

"To some extent, yes. If I were to explain it in a way that you can understand, the so-called Adventurer's Guild is a trading platform for various mercenary groups, allowing them to accept mercenary commissions in a fixed location."

"What's the point? Why would a mercenary group come to the Adventurer's Guild to take quests? Wouldn't it be better to take them ourselves? We could save the 10% agency fee."

"The problem lies in accepting missions yourself," Grandpa Rom suddenly spoke up, his voice deep. "Working for a mercenary group isn't easy. Unless it's a private mercenary group, most mercenaries live a one-step-at-a-time life, usually hanging out in taverns. Those who want to commission mercenaries usually visit various taverns to see if they can stumble upon a suitable mercenary. Regardless of whether the mercenary they encounter meets the requirements, just meeting one is a stroke of luck. This Adventurer's Guild really has great potential. If it can be successful, both employers who need mercenaries and the mercenaries themselves will surely be happy to have such an intermediary."

I nodded, agreeing with Master Rom. "Unless it's a well-known, established, and powerful mercenary group, the employer won't know the mercenaries they hire, nor will they know if they possess the necessary skills to meet their requirements. Furthermore, mercenaries might receive commissions far beyond their capabilities, potentially costing their lives."

"Under such circumstances, the importance of the Adventurer's Guild we are about to establish is indispensable. This is because we need to assess the abilities of all adventurers affiliated with the guild. Adventurers of corresponding levels will complete commissions of corresponding levels. This is a good thing for both employers and adventurers."

“That’s true now.” Felt folded his hands and nodded. “What I did before was no different from being a mercenary. I had to find work myself or wait for people who had heard of me to come to me. There were too many uncertainties. If there was an Adventurer’s Guild, I could register as an adventurer and take commissions directly from the guild. Not only would it save me a lot of trouble, but I wouldn’t have to worry about encountering the Gut Hunter again… Having said that, what does this have to do with the homeless people you mentioned at the beginning? Mercenary work isn’t something that ordinary people from the slums can do, right?”

"So they're not exactly mercenaries, but adventurers."

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is that the adventurers in our Adventurer's Guild can take on any commission, so they don't necessarily need to be strong enough to do it."

"for example?"

"For example, adventurers are divided into five levels, from high to low: S, A, B, C, and D. D-level adventurers have no skill limit; anyone can become one. Correspondingly, completely harmless D-level commissions can be posted directly on the bulletin board. D-level adventurers can accept them on their own. After completing the mission, they can return to the guild with the certificate issued by the guild and claim the commission money."

Looking at Firut who was listening intently, I also explained patiently. There was nothing I could do about it, because I always have a better impression of loli.

"Everyone in the slums can become an adventurer, and we can issue commissions to these low-powered D-rank adventurers in the name of the guild. For example, we can pay these D-rank adventurers to do tasks like 'street cleaning,' 'hauling manure,' 'road construction,' 'house building,' and other tasks that earn them a certain amount of money."

"Well…"

Felt stroked her chin, but she didn't say anything like "Why should I waste my money on such a useless thing?" Although she grew up in the slums, she was never stupid because of the guidance of Grandpa Rom.

Therefore, after thinking about it, she only asked one question:

"Even if you offered us the business, we don't have the capital to do something like this. The initial investment in this adventurer's guild would be enormous. We'd probably have to support the adventurers for who knows how long. The capital required would be enormous—but I don't think you said that without considering this, right? Brother, do you have any other ways to make money? Or are you already super rich?"

When I heard Firut ask this, I understood, and she agreed.

"Are you willing to stand on our Emilia's side?"

"Don't get me wrong, brother. I'm only on your side because you've given me, someone living in a filthy slum, real hope. As for that little sister... I only see her as lucky to have you supporting her, but I don't see her own value at all."

"Don't worry, you'll see later."

I smiled at Felt and said:

"Although Emilia is still very immature, she has a promising future."

Isn't it a bit too much to directly lure other candidates for king xuǎn into your own camp?

Well...it's a win-win situation anyway, so it doesn't matter.

"Don't worry about the money. I'll find a way."

"Okay, now that we've covered the first two points, what's the third point?"

Felt asked again in confusion:

"You said that if you want Emilia to become king, you must start from three aspects, but aren't the two points you mentioned before sufficient?"

"Of course not. There's a third factor, and that's the competition with the other candidates for the throne. The throne isn't a one-man show for Emilia. There are four, and only four, contenders. Therefore, the competition between them is naturally not negligible. It's impossible for me to think that I can become king just by doing my best."

I crossed my legs deliberately and said casually with a bossy tone:

"For example, if the other four candidates for the throne were all killed, and Emilia was the only candidate left, then no matter how much the citizens and ministers of this country objected, they would have no choice but to accept Emilia as king, right?"

"...Brother, this doesn't sound like a joke when you say it. You're not really going to do this, are you?"

"Don't worry, it's just a joke."

I consider myself to be a person with sound values who grew up in the 21st century. Although I abuse my abilities, am greedy, lustful, and love lolis, I am a good person. So killing people is still difficult for a good person like me.

Not to mention that the candidates for the king xuǎn this time are all scarce resources, I will not do such a waste of resources that will anger God and people.

Besides, killing is always the last resort to solve a problem, and it must never be regarded as the first resort, otherwise there will inevitably be endless troubles. This is a historical lesson.

Especially when it comes to matters like the throne, the consequences of using murder to seize the throne are too severe, and there are piles of bloody lessons in history.

If the throne is really taken by killing other candidates, the Kingdom of Lugnica will never have peace in the future, especially since Emilia has a special identity as a silver-haired half-elf.

Although the greatest lesson humanity has learned from history is that it never learns from history, this clearly does not include me.

Of course, the national conditions in other worlds are different, and it is impossible to completely substitute them for the history of the Earth. For example, the neighboring Vlakia Empire is one of those places where if you don't kill your entire family, it would be illegitimate for you to ascend to the throne. But Lugnica is not Vlakia after all - Emilia's identity as a silver-haired half-elf has already made her reputation extremely bad. If the world thinks that she climbed to the throne by killing people indiscriminately, then I'm afraid the whole world will directly equate her with the Witch of Jealousy.

Therefore, the solution of killing must be banned, and Emilia cannot take this path.

"But even if we don't kill anyone, we still face competition from other candidates. This is an undeniable fact. Therefore, ignoring them is not an option. Rather, we should make some targeted preparations."

Volume 19: Chapter : Conversation with Ram

"Barus, why on earth do you want to help Lady Emilia?"

Ram, who had been standing silently behind me with Rem until now, suddenly asked on the way back to the Mezas territory:

"Although it seems a bit strange to ask this now, after all, Ram is used to your strangeness. But on the other hand, the longer I spend with you, the more I wonder why you want to help Emilia-sama."

Rem, who was driving, seemed to be listening intently and turned her head slightly.

"It's not just Emilia-sama, but Rem as well. You said you couldn't bear to see Emilia-sama and Rem die, so you came to the mansion to help them, but... what does that have to do with you?"

My elder sister said very ruthlessly:

“Even if you foresaw the future, even if you, Emilia-sama, and Rem might have a special relationship in the future, that’s still something that hasn’t happened yet, right?”

Seeing my elder sister suddenly say such words, I was really shocked. After all, my elder sister is so young, why does she have a bad memory?

"Didn't I tell you? Because Emilia is beautiful! Because Rem is my true love!"

"...I've never heard you say that. But is it just for such a strange reason?"

Oh yes, now I remember, Ram was not present when he was talking to Emilia or Rem.

So it's actually because I'm old and my memory is not good?

"Is this reason weird? I'm just telling the truth."

"Because Lady Emilia is beautiful... This means that you fell in love with Lady Emilia at first sight and fell in love with her, so you wanted to help her... Is this how I understand it?"

"more or less."

But I won’t help anyone who is pretty, the prerequisite is that they are from the two-dimensional world.

I'm really sorry, onee-sama, I can't give you any noble reasons, but this is what a otaku is like!

To be honest, I just lust after Emilia.

——Although the body of Emilia Tan, whom I coveted, has already been in my hands a long time ago.

"What about Rem?"

"Rem is true love."

"...Are you going to keep talking to us with such incomprehensible words?" Ram sighed, closed her eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened them. "Ram finally understands the incongruity. You're clearly here, but your gaze isn't on us, and you don't even take us seriously. Whether it's Emilia-sama, Rem, or Ram, you're looking at us, but in reality, you're looking at someone else who isn't us... Is that our future self?"

Ram looked me straight in the eyes, his expression serious and his tone slightly cold.

"Because the future you foresaw was so special to you, you remembered it. But because it wasn't a future you'd personally experienced, it was like looking at a story and characters from a storybook... You weren't helping Emilia-sama, nor were you saving Rem, and you weren't even looking at Ram. The people you were looking at, saving, and helping were simply the memorable characters named Emilia, Rem, and Ram from that familiar storybook, right?"

I couldn't help but slightly widen my eyes in surprise, staring at Ram in silence. It was subtle that although the reasoning process was completely wrong due to incorrect intelligence, Ram came to a correct conclusion.

"It seems Ram was right."

Ram closed his eyes, but this time he sighed in disgust.

"Arrogant and greedy, your way of living truly disgusts Ram. In your eyes, who can see the future, everything we've experienced is just a play on the stage, a toy for you to admire?"

Even if you say so to me, isn't the two-dimensional world originally a drama based on fantasy?

The world is fake, the story is fake, the characters are fake... only the emotions it brings to the audience are real.

"I admit, Ram, you are right."

There is no denying this. What I see and what I like are not Emilia, Ram, Rem, and Beatrice who are alive and well in front of me right now. The stories that move me and the characters that I like are only on the screen, not here.

"but…"

Yes, but it's not just that.

"Perhaps my desire to protect you and help you is simply because I naturally identify with you as the characters in the story. What I initially loved was the story, not you. However, the reason is never important; the result is what matters most."

That’s right, it’s not the cause that matters, but the result.

There can be thousands of reasons to fall in love with someone. It may be because the other person is good-looking, it may be because the other person has helped you, it may be because the other person's gentleness warms your heart, or it may be just the natural affection you feel after spending time together day and night... No matter what the reason is, from the moment you fall in love, the reason is no longer important.

For the first time, I responded to Ram's remarks with a serious attitude:

"Perhaps the reason why I appeared here, why I fell in love with you, why I wanted to help you, why I wanted to protect you, was indeed because I was moved by the story I saw. But at this moment, what I want to help, what I am looking at, and what I like are you who are truly present before me, not the story."

"Don't doubt yourself, Ram. You're so cute that you've already drawn my attention away from the you in the story and towards the you who's actually in front of me now."

"Looking at you appearing right before my eyes, who can turn their attention back to a story?"

Ram opened his eyes and looked at me, then suddenly said, "Rem, I've found out. This man is a playboy. He can't be trusted for life. Stay away from him from now on."

Hey.

“Onee-sama! Please don’t bring up Rem!”

"Yes, what does this have to do with Rem? Wasn't I answering you?"

Ram sighed. "Ram's charm was indeed an uncontrollable mistake, but Ram will not feel guilty about your mistakes. So, I'm sorry, Ram cannot accept your confession. Physiologically, Ram cannot accept you. Please go back to your mother's womb and be reborn before confessing to Ram. Then Ram may consider it."

"You can't go back. I never had a mother. No, let's put aside your excessive sharp tongue. I'm used to it. But can you please not be so narcissistic? Who confessed to you? Even if you had to confess, it should have been to Rem, okay?"

"Subaru, too! Don't bring up Rem!"

Volume 20: Chapter : Meili

After returning to the village, Ram and Rem went to buy groceries, while I found Petra.

"Yo, here I go again, Petra."

"Pleiades!"

Petra ran over happily.

"Great! I have good news for you. Mom and Dad have agreed to let me work as a maid at Lord Roswaal's mansion. I'll go to the mansion tomorrow to apply... Will Lord Roswaal really accept me?"

"Don't worry, Petra is so cute. If she doesn't accept it, I'll suspect Roswaal is crazy."

"Uh... Subaru, what exactly is your relationship with Roswaal-sama? Why are you always so disrespectful to him, yet it seems like they're so close?"

"There's absolutely no such thing as closeness. My relationship with Roswaal is simply that of a collaborator. He helps me achieve what I want, and I will help him achieve his dreams. That's the relationship between us right now."

"I don't quite understand, but anyway, Subaru is as remarkable as Roswaal-sama, right?"

"It's not that great. I'm just Petra's friend."

Petra couldn't help but smile, "Subaru is truly special."

"Are you fascinated by me? I can give you a chance."

"Ram is going to ask for the guards, Barus."

Looking back, Ram's contemptuous look was completely unconcealed.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Ram said confidently: "Ram pushed everything to Rem."