Oh, no, I don't even know where to begin.

　Clint, who had called her out, wrinkled his brow and laughed as hard as he could.
　Beside him, Cell was flatly complimenting Emily.

'Excuse me, where are these tea leaves from?　One of the top three delicacies in my lifetime.
It's the tea I got at a tea shop in town. It's just an ordinary tea.
'My God!　So, this taste ...... Mmmm, I'd say you're one of Satou-sama's friends.

　Cell is very pleased with the tea Emily made and is making her feel horrible about it.
　Putting that aside for the moment, I turned to face Clint.

"Do you know about Master Stem?
No,
What about this?

　Clint took a single note from his pocket.
　Piro, the currency of this world. The 10,000-pillo note, its largest face value.

'It's money, isn't it, some kind of special money?
No, it's just an ordinary 10,000 piro. This is what Mr. Stem's family produces.
Go to ......?

　For a moment, I didn't know what he was talking about and made a dumb voice.
　Everything in this world is a dungeon monster drop. I remember when I heard that even money was a dungeon drop before, I was half surprised and half convinced.

　This one was even more of a surprise.
　The ...... surprise is that somewhere along the line, I already know what Clint is talking about.

"You mean producing ...... money for it?
That is correct, sir. The dungeons that drop the banknotes are controlled by House Stem.
Okubo Nagayasu? ......

　It wasn't just oil money, so to speak, it was money money money (、、、、、、).
　If that story is true, then the man's family home in front of him is a ridiculous place that practically has control of this world.

That's right.

　Clint said further, smiling as his thoughts showed on his face.

'If someone like that asks me to give up my seat as association president, I can't say no.
That's right: ......

　Next to the seriousness of this one, Cell and Emily were talking about a different story.
　Cell pulled out a series of dolls from his pocket.

　They were hand-held size dolls.
　He placed them on the table and showed them to Emily.

'This is Satou-sama in manual combat, this is Satou-sama in long-range sniping, and this is Satou-sama getting serious about the Dungeon Master class.
It's amazing, they look just like each other!
'Why are you making that stuff?

　I plunged into it in a big way.
　All the hand-sized dolls were me.
　The dolls look like something you'd find in an Akihabara store - I mean, they're figures, but the quality is amazingly high, so high that it would pass for me to say that I'm magically small.

'That's because I respect Satou-sama, of course. This is Satou-sama when he was Seren, and this is Satou-sama when he was Aurum. This is Satou-sama when he lent his strength to Miss Margaret--
Stalker!

　A shudder ran up my spine all at once, and something ran up my spine.
　It's still good that it's close combat and sniper specs, but making it up to a specific situation's is jumping over the line at sonic speed.

It's not like I'm a stalker or anything. I was genuinely impressed by Satou-sama's actions.
......

　I looked at the cell with zit eyes. 'That's what all stalkers say.

'It's true. ...... These are all scenes from when Master Sato helped someone in need.
Mmm.

　Cell speaks with a straight face, and I suddenly remembered his line, "There was someone in need and someone who had the power to help.

'I only wish that I hadn't, and I'm only giving form to what Satou-sama was like at that time.
.......

　Maybe so.
　It's going a little too far, but it could be.

'If Yoda-san is helping people, do you have Cerberus-chan's too?
Of course, I'm pretty sure I've got some sort of--

　Something bean-shaped fell to the ground from Cell's hand as he tried to retrieve the new figure.
　It's not a figure, it's a jewel-like object.

It's a tear of slime.

　I recognized it at first glance, Emily, I recognized it too.
　It's how I remember it, partly because we served it in response to a request at a previous harvest festival.

"This isn't what it looks like.

　Cell hurriedly snatched it up and tucked it away in his pocket.
　.......
　.............

'No way is that--'
No, I didn't switch out the food that Sato-sama served at the harvest festival.
Stalker!

　There's no doubt about it, this guy is a stalker.
　A stalker without a hundred percent doubt.

　Cell's stalker is exposed, and the salon is filled with a delicate atmosphere for a while.

　After a while, Cell clears his throat with a gohon and cuts it off as if nothing has happened.

''It's going to be messy in this town for a while from now on. As the head of the association, I'll be asking for Satou-sama's help, but I'm counting on you.
Oh, yeah.
As a matter of gratitude, this mansion and the three properties Satou-sama has under contract. I will buy them all and--
Please don't.

　He stopped midway through Cell's words.

'Mmm?　What do you mean, stop?
There's no reason for you to take it.
No, this is...
I'm not in trouble.

　Simple, short, look into Cell's eyes and say, "I don't care if you're getting paid for something, or if you're in need of help.
　If you do something and get paid for it, or if you're in trouble and need help with something, whatever.

　If it's neither of those, then there's no reason to get it.

　He pulled back with a bitter face as he said back to Cell.

'Well, I suppose Satou-sama is right.
I hate it.
But I'm in a bind. I've come all the way to this town and I want to get to know you, Sato-sama, as much as possible.
......

　The words troubled me.

'Yes!　Could you bring me a drop from Satou-sama every day?
"Drop?
Hmm. It's a good thing that my sister, who came with me, is a gourmet. It's just a picky eater, but I'm sure she'll be happy with the ...... things that Satou-sama made her drop by killing monsters. I'll double my market price, so every day!
...... Hmm.

　I thought. I put my hand on my chin and thought.

"If that's what you're talking about, ......, okay.
Really?

　Cell is overjoyed to have his proposal accepted.

'It's just like Cerberus, after all.

　Emily murmured sincerely, but the trouble was, I agreed with her.
　It's stalkerish, but it's a complicated feeling that's hard to hold back.

　　　　　☆

　As they left the Lyota mansion, Cell and Clint were riding in the Stem family carriage.
　Clint, sitting across from Cell, said with a slight smile.

''I didn't expect you to say no to the mansion.
So it's worthy of respect. Satou-sama is still Satou-sama.

　Clint was secretly surprised.
　Because the man in front of him, Cell, the man who held the source of all the money in this world, seemed to really respect Lyota.
　For what it's worth, in his gut, he was going to talk about ...... after he left the mansion, and he wasn't expecting it and was greatly surprised.

　But that was fine, Clint thought.
　Cell's gaze of pure adoration convinced him.

　That thanks to Lyota, Cyclo had a more powerful backing than anything else in times of need.
　Clint was convinced.