After enjoying a kagura meal in the Camellia Room, we were walking down the hallway to return to our rooms.

　I thought they would keep the drinking party going until later than expected, but it seems they are busy with work from tomorrow and the drinking was dismissed in moderation.

　I thought there would be a succession of people who would drink too much, but they seem to know what they are doing there. As expected of an employee of the big business association, it is different.

　Aside from the Rumba, which doesn't get you drunk no matter how much you drink, the Irvine and the malts seem to be well controlled.

　No one collapses in a drunken stupor, and the employees slither back into the room through the camellia.

'Ah, that was good!

'Yeah, right. If it's this good, I'll look forward to every meal.

　I nodded yes to Irvine and Malt's words. I agree with them completely.

　After tasting the food I've just eaten, I'm looking forward to breakfast and dinner tomorrow.

　The flavors of the soy sauce and miso were so familiar to me, it made me feel at home when I ate it.

　Japanese food tends to emphasize the seasonality of the ingredients themselves, so it may be a dish that goes well with Bartolo, who tries to make the most of the ingredients themselves.

　However, I wouldn't force him to use salt to bring out the sweetness of the ingredients, or to use dashi soup stock, because it's too different from what he's used to cooking, but I wouldn't force it on him.

　Tomorrow's breakfast will be miso soup, salted fish, fried eggs and rice.

　As I walked up the stairs to the second floor, beautiful women waved goodnight to me, imagining the menu for tomorrow.

　I wonder if women upstairs would be lying down and talking about love. I'm jealous.

　I don't need a big room, I want to go there too.

　The only people on this level are the pushy bastards.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're in the market.

'So you guys are going to be good, then?　If you come up these stairs, I'll beat you to it.

I'm not going. I'm not going.

　Irvine replies to Aleusha's words curtly.

''Also, even Alfried-sama can't do that!

　Aleusha says that at the end and disappears upstairs with a flip of her hair.

　Maybe it's because of the mixed bathing incident, but even I've been warned about it. I don't want to be treated the same as Irvine and Malt for some reason.

'Haha. Well, good night then.

　Ilya chuckled and waved after Aleusha, waving her hand as she followed him.

　The women in gorgeous kimonos were gone, and now there were only men upstairs.

''.......Hey, Al. Let's go.

　Irvine pops a hand on my shoulder and mutters.

'No, I'm not going to the third floor, okay?

No, I'm not. I'm not stupid enough to attack that place.

　I highly doubt that Irvine is not an idiot. I think this guy is an idiot who could do it.

'I want to be there!'

　I tilt my head slightly, and I don't care any more as my hand grips Irvine's shoulder.

　Where would Irvine, who is so honest with his instincts, go if not to the third floor?

　When I give him a curious look, Malt breaks his knees and meets my gaze.

'There's only one thing to do at an inn at night, right?

What?

""Pillow thrower!"


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　The large bedroom upstairs, where Irvine, Mort and Rumba came with me. The Maple Room.

　It's a tatami room that's as large as the Tsubaki-no-ma, the dining room on the first floor, but the floor was covered with all white bedding and pillows.

''........Are all these pillows and futons here?''

Yeah, yeah. One for each of us isn't enough. I snatched them from an empty room.

　Irvine replies to my words as I mutter in a daze, with a good deal of skill.

　The men in the room, who are employees of the Trierra Chamber of Commerce, were also looking at us with a somewhat proud look on their faces.

　I thought the men were talking to each other strangely before dinner, but they were planning something like this.

　No wonder no one can get drunk with alcohol. You can't throw pillows when you're drunk, you know. The reason why they decided to do it right after the meal was because the innkeepers were busy cleaning up, right?

　The fact that all of them have more than two pillows is twice as many as the total of forty men, which means that there are at least 80 pillows.

　It's not funny to imagine eighty pillows flying around all at once.

"Hehehe, the bedroom is bigger this year, so you can do your best.

''Yeah, I think we can seriously throw this wide open. We can even form a formation.''

　Employees holding pillows in their hands with a scowling smile on their faces.

　........These guys can do it.

　I can see that they've gone through a certain amount of rough spots after experiencing a number of stays.

　It's a different story from the pillow throwers on those trips.

　But I'm sure I've gone through my fair share of hardships, too.

　I have fought off Saara, who comes to wake me up every morning, and threw a pillow back at her sister Elinora, who came to wake me up on a practice day. (Caught tightly and thrown back, I fell asleep again.)

　You're not the only ones who have gone under the dead line.

'Alright, we'll pick up our pillows too!

Hey!

　I pick up a pillow, followed by Irvine and Malt.

'I don't think I've ever done a pillow throw before with such a large group of people. I'm looking forward to it!

　Rumba said and settled a pillow in each hand as if picking up a small ball.

　Looking at the muscular arm muscles, I was getting quite anxious.

　Are the pillows being thrown by Rumba's ridiculous strength really safe?　

Hey, if a pillow thrown by a Roomba hits you, it's not going to tear your neck off, is it?

　I mutter fearfully, and Irvine and Malt stop moving with a snap.

''Well as long as we hold up the bedding as a shield, we'll probably be fine,''

Yeah, that's right. The bedding that's laid out here is not only cushioned to prevent problems in case of a scrape, but it's also laid out in excess so that it can be used as a shield instantly.

'Can you say the same thing when you remember the Swordbore that was knocked down by the Rumba on your journey?

　A single shot caves in the skull and the sight of a crater spreading on the ground.



　I'm going to keep my body strengthened at all times, and I won't hesitate to activate my psychic when the need arises.

　As I'm thinking about this, Tory comes to the center of the room with a pillow.

'I'm warning you about throwing pillows! Don't try to hit him without a pillow. Also, if the landlady comes, pretend to be asleep at once!

"'Yes, sir.

　The men respond in a friendly way to Tory's call for attention.

　No beating without a pillow. When the landlady comes, forget the game and pretend to be asleep. So that's an absolute rule.

　It's really just like a school trip. We're the students and she's the teacher.

That's a nice surprise that Tory is in charge.

'Well, you're the head of a big business association. You care about venting your employees.

　Surprising. I thought that these things were to be pretended to be unseen or stopped. I guess it's not easy being the head of a chamber of commerce with subordinates.

''Hey, Irvine. Isn't this an ally or something?

We're all enemies. If you want to team up with them, you can negotiate with them. And the basic flow of the place and the flow of the moment changes who's on your side.

　I listen to Irvine's somewhat thrusting words and I ponder.

　I chased after Irvine, whose legs were numb from the meal we had just had.

　This guy's motto is to never learn a lesson when he gets beaten up. This guy is definitely not going to be an ally in the early stages. Of course he's going to throw a pillow at me at the signal to start. Since it's not just Irvine that I've been chasing after, but Malt as well, I think it's safe to assume that the two of them are working together.

　The first thing we need to do is sink these two men.

'Then are you ready to go?

　At the sound of Tory's interrupted voice, all the men in the bedroom set up their pillows and exude a swift air.

'Let the pillow throwing begin!'