Chapter 2.05

Part 5

When they ascended the wide, shallow, wooden stairs, they arrived at the second floor that he recognized from the game.

Going by the buildings structure, it had become something like a loft. One could look down at the first floors bar from the second floor.

And then, there was the Adventurers Registration counter.

Even though this was the first time he had seen it, it was nostalgic.

Its structure was probably something similar to the counters at a bank or a public office. There was the wooden counter and three receptionist girls.

If its just like how it was in the game, in order from the right, they should each give referrals to Elementary Quests, Advanced Quests, and Story Quests respectively.

The three receptionists had the same face.

If their clothes werent different colors, you couldnt tell them apart. Incidentally, from the right, from the right, they were green, yellow, red. They were just like a traffic light.

If he remembered correctly, the setting in the game was that they were triplets.

The girls were Dwarves.

Dwarven women were short even when they grew to adulthood. However, unlike the child-looking Grasswalkers, their breasts would get big and were the so-called transistor glamor type.[1]

And, they had dog-like ears and tails attached to them. All three of the receptionists were lop-eared like labradors.

Diablo naturally went and stood in front of the yellow-clothed receptionist that was in the center.

His sleeve was pulled by Rem.

Over there is where requests meant for those that have achievements as adventurers are handled. Registration is done with the person in green clothes on the right.

I see, I did it out of habit.

Story quests werent added all that often after all, and the last time he took up an elementary quest was probably more than two years ago.

This sure is nostalgic, its been really long since Ive talked to the green girl.

The receptionist on the right was called green girl by the players. Once all of the elementary quests were finished, something like Youve graduated from the green girl! would be said.

When he got up to here, he had an excited feeling from this being something like a second playthrough of the game.

Diablo stood in front of the green-clothed receptionist.

In the game, she wouldnt move an inch until she was talked to.

However, in this world, the girls were also alive.

Seeming to be flustered, the green girl tried to tidy up the documents on top of the desk but they dropped to the floor.

Awah, awawawawawah

We came for the Adventurer registration but, is it alright?

Ah, hya, fu, fuai! Adventurer registration, right! Welcome! I, Ill do my best~.

Rem put in a good word from the side.

This person is, my acquaintance.

Ahh, so he is Rem-sans acquaintance? HoIn that case, it looks like it will be alright. Thank goodness. I was wondering what I would do if he was a scary person.

Though he is a terrible person.

Rem stroked her ears with her fingertips.

Her cheeks were a bit red.

Diablo cleared his throat.

Hurry it up.

In the game, it would continue with name entry, selection of gender and race, selection of occupation, and condition, which was what the initial parameters were called, but his name, gender, race, and occupation were already decided.

There was technically an event ones current level was measured even in the game.

How all players were told It looks like youre still level 1B, but, if its you, youll instantly get strong! was a rite of passage.

Green girl explained while she tidied up the documents.

Umm, now then, your name

Shera stuck her head out from Diablos side.

Were finally at the Adventurer Registration! Hey, hey, can I go first?

She looked extremely happy.

Her eyes were sparkling.

Even if it was Diablo, he felt uneasy going only by information from the game. If its going to happen anyway, it would be better for the level measurement to be on the high side. I guess Ill do it after seeing Sheras situationis what he thought.

He generously nodded.

I dont mind. Go ahead and register first.

Alright!

Shera delightfully raised both of her hands.

When he looked at this carefree smile, he started to want to yield it to her without any self-interest put in.

This is bad.

Am I surprisingly the supporting type? That cant be.

Translators Notes:

[1]Transistor glamor is talking about women that are petite but are physically attractive.