
“Umu, more or less I already know about what problem you are having.” Szesc nodded before continuing, “But, are you unable to make another arena dueling style? I mean, can't you just make duels in this arena normal and like most duels in other arenas?”
“Yah..., I myself have actually also made such a fighting style.” The receptionist tapped his index finger on the table. “But, it is less popular and there are very few registrants, not even necessarily one every day. It is also impossible for me to make a tournament match that is only done by one person. There will be no visitors who come and I will instead get a loss by giving him money.”
“Pity very much, yes,” comment Szesc.
“With so many fish running into shallow waters, being a fisherman becomes something far more profitable than participating in an uncertain tournament.” Back as before, he folded his hands and placed his head on the table. “Huh! If this continues for a few more weeks, I won't be able to defend this place from any damage! The worker I asked also wanted money.”
‘So yes. The receptionist plans on surviving until Jormungand runs out of his prey in this place and returns to where he came from. Even if the monster attacked this place, he would still lose this place, but at least he had tried to wait until the monster left.’
‘Plan not bad. But, this has no backup steps if the plan fails. At least, wouldn't it be nice if he opened a tavern or converted this place into something else to keep having income in the present?’
“Pst, do you want to help him?” whispers slow Shoggoth. “If we defeat this penther named Jormungand, then this place will move as usual, right? Obtaining achievements after defeating great creatures will also be a good achievement for you. Some money will go into your pocket, maybe.”
“Hmm, great idea. I will try it in a moment,” said Szesc slowly who became a whisper. “Materials from his body should be bid even by collectors. This is not a bad business to do.”
“Visitor, with whom are you talking?” ask the receptionist with her face.
“Ti-No, it's nobody. Just ignore what I just did!” Szesc showed his empty palm to this receptionist.
“Suspicious...” Unfortunately, the receptionist was still suspicious and looked at Szesc closely, looking for a clue.
‘Ugh, how did he know I was having a conversation with Shoggoth?’ question in Szesc's mind.
“You better not hide anything from me, you know, Visitor.” He stroked his chin while still staring using eyes full of suspicion. “As a person in charge of receiving guests, I've gotten used to people having bad intentions or making suspicious moves. Do you want me to call security?”
“Does in this place even have money to hire Guards?” reply Szesc using question.
“Hmph! Don't underestimate me!” The receptionist stood on his chair, but this height was still slightly lower than Szesc's. His hands were crossed and his face showed a sarcastic expression. “If the income decreases, I still have enough money to hire some people, and hire them as Guardians. It's just ...”
“Only?” In his mind, ‘He was very-very midget!’
“Only nobody wants to work as my guard..” He immediately sat down with a lethargic body expression.
“When the task I was given was to clean up, people didn't mind it because once their task was done, they went straight away and earned extra money from catching fish. But when I gave up the guard duty, none of them would do it because they had to be in this place all the time. As a result, there is not a single person who is a guard here,” explained the Receptionist.
‘Heh, meaning you are useless to threaten me by saying you will call security. Why would you bother doing something like that? Well, I did have a little shudder when I heard it, anyway.’
“Already…. After all, I have absolutely no intention of doing anything bad to you No matter what his motivation was, Szesc suddenly smiled sweetly while patting the Receptionist's head softly.
‘Look, even though I am in such an organization, I like something cute. I really like the cute spirits that exist, to the point that I choose a skill that can make me manipulate their minds to make them obey.’
“Ap-What are you doing, Pe-Visitor!” his voice stammered when he said it.
He did ask, but his tone was high as if shouting. But because it stuttered, the voice became not too loud. Szesc himself responded to it with the usual and did not pay much attention to the matter.
His body's attitude also became chaotic because of this. He froze for a few moments, did a reboot on his mind, and had trouble figuring out what move to use in response. This receptionist had difficulty thinking of the sentence as his next dialogue.
“Hmm?” Then Szesc said, “I think you need a little consolation because you're in trouble. As I recall, stroking is one of the cute-looking ways to treat someone who is in trouble.”
“There's something you should know, not everyone likes to be treated that way,” whispers from Shoggoth. “What you do is like you pet and treat animals. Humans including me are not animals, I myself will not like if there is someone who treats me as casually as you do today. Of course, he became a little troubled accepting your treatment.”
‘Ah, true too. I was the one who dominated in a relationship, maybe.’ Szesc's smile was slightly erased.
“Sorry, sorry, I think you're feeling scared and I need to show you that I'm not someone that's dangerous to you.” Szesc distanced his hand before he continued, “In addition, I have absolutely no ill intentions and have absolutely no thought or suspicious actions before.”
“La-Then, what suspicious action did you do before?” ask the receptionist who is still stuttering.
“I just thought, if you have a short body and midget.” Szesc showed his gentle smile back. “I don't think it's bad. Anyway, I do like something yan-.”
“Who are you calling “Cebol”! I'm 19 years old! I'm not a child you can treat at will!” he shouted in disbelief.
‘Surprising!’