We made it back to the inn just as the city of Kagura was turning red.

　On the way, there was a dangerous scene where Aleusha and Ilya's stomachs were jolted by the rocking of the Japanese boat, but they managed to hold out.

　By now, they're probably heading to the bedroom first and undoing their yukata sashes.

　I can see Aleusha and Illya hurriedly taking off their yukata and laying down on the tatami.

　I also rolled on the tatami to relieve my fatigue from walking around in the bedroom in the same manner.

　After that, I lay in a daze until dinner, took a bath, and finished my dinner.

　At dinner we ate a bowl of seafood with tamari soy sauce, and Irvine even cried once when the other Chamber of Commerce members put some locust tsukudani in a pile for him to fight back.

　That's how we got to the point where the rest of the day was spent sleeping, but something didn't feel right.

　It's like trying to finish the day without doing something that is part of your daily routine, and it's frustrating.

　Perhaps everyone feels the same way, but there are more than 30 men hanging out in the lobby of the inn.

　Almost all of the men who stay here. It's extremely sordid.

''........Ladies and gentlemen, we won't allow you to throw pillows if you hang out in the lobby like that, will we?''

"Yeah?

　The landlady's heartless words are overlaid with the wild voices of more than 30 men.

　I feel as if I'm in a boys' school.

''Eh?　Not that!　I don't like it when they make noise like that. The ladies couldn't sleep well because of the noise, either, you know?

Okay, I'll play quietly today.

'It's not just a matter of doing it quietly!　Pillow throwing is not allowed because it hurts both the pillow and the bedding!

　At Günther's childlike words, the landlady tittered.

　I had some pillows and bedding torn up yesterday. The landlady seems to be upset that she had to pay for the damage.

　Today she's more bullish than ever.

"Ah!　Yes!　Why not use the slime pillows that Al used on the side of the road?　That one has just the right amount of elasticity, and it won't hurt if it hits the wall or the bedding, right?

That's it!

　The men voiced their hope in Rumba's good idea.

　I see, it's true that if you treat the slime as a bullet, it won't hurt your pillow, let alone the walls and bedding.

　Having fallen into such a simple mindset, we try to go outside to catch the slime with a thud.

'Of course not. It's a crime to bring a demon into the city. It should be the same in your kingdom as well, right?

"Ggh!

　If you say so, that was true.

　Perhaps because of the existence of demons, which are beings that attack people in this world, the treatment of demons is terribly strict. Even harmless demons such as slime need a legitimate reason and a permit from a high ranking person to bring them into the city.

　If you're in a rural village like Colliat Village, though, things are looser there.

　I'm just tired of seeing people poking slime on the side of the road and playing with it.

''Anyway, pillow throwing is forbidden. It's not allowed to throw pillows, even if it's the Trierra Trading Company, if it's torn up, we'll ask you to leave.

　The landlady told her firmly and disappeared into the back hallway.

　The only people left in the lobby are more than thirty men who have been banned from the evening's party and beaten down, and Sanosuke, who is glaring at us.

　There's nothing we can do about it when they ask us to leave if we throw a pillow at them.

　In the midst of all this, Irvine approaches Sanosuke with a bottle of Kagura sake.

'Hey, Sanosuke. Would you like to drink kagura sake with us?

"You're trying to get me drunk and get me permission to throw a pillow.　I'm not going to use that hand. Go to sleep.

　There was no island to get to at all. Only this time, there is not even a respectful word.

　At Sanosuke's glaring gaze and voice, the members of the chamber of commerce let out an "ahhh" as if they were distracted and went upstairs.

　I'm not going to be the only one in the lobby, but it's me, Rumba, Irvine and Malt.

　It's a good thing that you're not the only one, because that's the only thing that matters.

　What the hell. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's not. Aside from Lumumba, Irvine, and Morte, I'm just a seven year old, you know?

Why don't you go back to your bedroom?

What do you mean?　He said he drank here. The landlady recommended it to me yesterday and I was drinking it.

　It sounds like a poor quality drunk, but spending the night in the lobby should be fine as long as you maintain moderation. And this inn is reserved now.

　Irvine and Malt unfaithfully sat down on the sofa and drank Kagura sake, while Roomba, after wondering what to do, seemed to have decided to join Irvine and his friends.

　A small banquet is held in the lobby of the inn.

　As Kagura sake is poured into Rumba's cup, I think about what we can do to make the night more enjoyable.

　What would be the best way to spend an evening at the inn without moving too much?

　Speaking of ping-pong, it's said that in a previous life, English aristocrats began by beating champagne corks together at the table after dinner.

　.........Hmm......it's a game that suits me perfectly as an aristocrat in this world. Because I'm a nobleman.

　I'm going to use clay magic to form a ping-pong table and racket, and I'll use wine corks to replace the ping-pong balls.

　It's a good thing that there's no rubber on the surface of the racket, and although the ping-pong ball is heavy, I can at least do some ping-pong.

　I changed into sandals at the entrance and went out into the garden.

Hey, Al, are you going somewhere?

No, I'm just going to the garden.

　I lightly responded to the anxious Roomba and the others and went out into the garden, which could be seen from the lobby.

　Hmmm, this place is very spacious, thanks to the frequent passage of people. The gravel isn't really packed in here, so it's easy to move around.

　I judged that there was no problem even if I put a ping-pong table, so I activated my earth magic and made a ping-pong table.

　I'm sure it was seventy-six centimeters high, about 152 centimeters wide, and two hundred and seventy-four centimeters long. I remember this because a colleague of mine who liked to play ping-pong was dripping with such poop.

　I thought it didn't matter if the nobles played with champagne corks after dinner or not, but it was useful in unexpected places.

　Secretly thanking my colleague, I completed the image of a ping-pong table.

　Unfortunately, I can't fold it up, but it's made of earth magic anyway. If it gets in the way, you can collapse it.

　After checking that the legs are standing up properly, I raise the wall instead of a net to separate it in the middle of the ping-pong table.

　It's a simple thing, and all I need is for the balls to get in and the height to guide me. That's about right.

'What are you making?　By the looks of it, it doesn't look like just a couch or a desk, does it?

　As I was nodding with satisfaction at the creation of the splendid ping-pong table, the men in the lobby came in. Their footwork was light, thanks to the easy footwear of slippers and clogs.

'I just thought I'd try out a new game,'

"...Oh?　Have you come up with something interesting again?

　Me and Roomba grin at each other.

　Roomba, who also lives in the village of Koliat, is quick to understand and helpful.

''Well you can't be as noisy as a pillow thrower, can you?''

It's all right. This is a nobleman's game. It's a gentleman's game, a refined game. It's not as loud as a pillow fight.

　When Sanosuke nails me with a dour face, I answer clearly.

　Yes, the table tennis is a gentleman's game. It is not a game in which an obscene object is played like a pillow fight.

　It's a good idea to have a good time with your friends.

'Hey, Irvine, Malt. Do you have a wine cork or something?　I'd like something bigger if possible.

'We only have a small one in our room, but I've seen a lot of big bottles of wine in the Chamber of Commerce's luggage.

Wine lasts a long time on the road.

　The two men, who had been observing the ping-pong table with curiosity, answered once and for all.

　After all, they seem to have a firm grasp of what they like.

The best thing to do is to get a wine with a large cork in it from Tory. I'll use it for fun.

What's inside?

You don't need it, so why don't you drink it?

　I don't care what's in it, as long as I have a cork big enough to replace a ping pong ball.

　I really want to drink it, but there's nothing I can do about it with my undeveloped body.

''Yes!　I'll get as much good wine as I can!

'I don't care how big the cork is, as long as it's big enough.

　As Irvine and Malt happily leave, I tell them to be sure.

　With those two, I'm sure they're going to use me as a reason to hit me with some expensive wine.

　With that in mind, I made a racket with my earth magic.