Nah, sir!

　Seren Dungeon, basement level two.
　Emily's hammer drove deep into the bicorn's brain.
　The third attack, Emily's blow snapped the bicorn's two horns as planned.

　He wobbled and fell. The bicorn's figure disappeared from the dungeon.

'That was a great strike, Emily, that was a great strike.
It's all because of the support of Yoda.
''No, no. He dives in from outside the bicorn's territory in one go and hits it all at once, turning the pre-decay force into velocity and potential energy. Fine play.
I was able to do it because I'm always thinking about taking a page out of Yoda's book.

　Me and Emily praising each other. By the way, Eri is still clinging to my leg today.
　She didn't want to be afraid of being a dungeon master, she didn't want to be separated from me, so she stuck with me.
　That's also why I let Emily take down the bicorn.

　While Emily and I were chatting after the battle, adventurers were moving one by one in the dungeon.

　A dungeon master bicorn that would stop all other monsters from appearing when it appeared.
　We had come to defeat him, but the adventurers were waiting here and there in the dungeon, expecting to defeat him early.
　That's why, less than three minutes after the bicorn's fall, production of drops has already resumed here and there.

Now, let's go home. I'm going to stop by Plumbum's place on the way.
I'm going to Arsenic.
All right. I'll be home at the usual time in the evening.

　As soon as I said that, I was about to say goodbye.
　Don, I bumped into someone.

'Oh, I'm sorry,'

　He was an adventurer's man.
　The man bows his head to me, apologizes, and turns to walk past.

'Wait a minute, you dropped this.'
'What?　Oh, I'm sorry.

　He picks up the object he dropped when he bumped into it and hands it to the man, who takes it with an apologetic look on his face.
　But the receiving process goes wrong and he takes it down.
　The thing that had been put together in a bag is blown up and scattered on the ground.

　It was trash.
　Mostly food leftovers, food scraps with a lot of things mixed in.

'Sorry!　I'll clean it up now. If you leave it alone, it's going to be a haggler.

　With that, the man repackaged the trash into a bag and shoved it into the backpack he was carrying.
　He bowed his head to me again, thanked me for teaching him what he'd lost, and then walked away.

'...... Sorry Emily, I have a few things to do.'
Yes, sir. I'll see you later.

　He left Emily and took Eli, who was still clinging to him, and went after the man.

　The man I caught up with was struggling with the monster torrents.
　His body movements were sluggish to watch, not unlike the adventure producers of this world whose motto was 'safe laps'.

　I watched it for a while, but the man couldn't beat Trent, and in turn, he was pinned down.
　He was blown up and slammed back against the wall, and Trent gave him the final chase.

　Darn!

　He drew his gun and blew away the tentacles of the chase.
　As it was, he intervened between the man and Trent.

'Oh, you're ......'
I'm glad you came after me. I'll apologize later for the side slap.

　He refuses to say a word to the man and shoots a fireball at Trent.
　The flames with special effects envelop Trent's entire body and set him on fire.

'You said you were chasing me ...... What, why?'
You know, that garbage.
Garbage?　I'm sorry about that--
That's not true. You can't go home, can you?
'Yes, but ......'

　A man who makes a face like that.

　I knew it.
　When I used to work at the company, I often saw this scene.

　People who worked a lot of overtime and didn't get to go home, had their desks littered with trash that gave them a sense of life.
　A rice ball from the convenience store, the wrapping paper of the sandwich, the drunk coffee can, and so on.

　The garbage in this world is worse than that. After all, it becomes a monster if it is left alone.
　In this world where the rule is to dispose of trash immediately, carrying around trash as your luggage, I can only imagine that you've been staying in the dungeon for days on end.

　If you look closely, you can see that the stunned man has quite dark circles under his eyes.

''Work, is it hard?''
'What?　No, well, ...... quota is a bit of a quota. I can't bother my family.
Family?
'I don't mean blood family, I mean family. We're a family where home is the name of the game, so we're all family.
...... Yeah.

　My eyebrows jerked, jerked, and twitched at a rate that I couldn't stop myself.

'How long is your quota?'
We're only halfway through the day before yesterday.
For the day before yesterday?

　More and more my eyebrows jumped up and down.

'We'll fill that in first today, and then if we work hard at night and make up for yesterday, it'll be a little easier tomorrow.
Wouldn't it be better to get some rest than that?
No, my family won't be bothered...

　The man tried to repeat the same words, and I interrupted him.

'If you're family, wouldn't it be more annoying if you fell over recklessly?
Ugh. ......
You're not going to be much of a bother if you're late and then you get knocked down even more.
That's ...... yes, but ......

　The guy is wavering.
　I don't know how much of this kind of black party and brainwashing (,) so I decided to persuade him not to stimulate him for now, with a flow that doesn't deny his point of view.

　That's why the man was almost persuaded, though.

''Are you sure that's what you want to do?''

　Another woman's voice interrupted our conversation.
　She's a woman in her early 30s with glasses, and her short, cropped hair and crooked eyes give her a tight look.

　The woman didn't give me a second glance after she appeared, but stalked up to the man, took his hand and looked him straight in the eye.

"You're betraying everyone in your family who's ever accepted you.
Ugh. ......
Your family found you with nowhere to go. Don't you think you should be grateful that you get to work for them?
Yeah, that's ......
'It's a fool's errand to listen to the ravings of outsiders. Look at this.
This is: ......

　The man is surprised to see the paper the woman offers him.

'Yes, your grades. Your grades." "Yes, your grades...they're going up slightly. Now you're gaining momentum. It's all thanks to your family's support. Don't you think?
Yeah, that's true.
'In the first place, do you think you'll be able to pass yourself off as an adventurer when you rest like that?
...... Yeah, I know, I'm a f*cking slug, so I'll have to work twice as hard as the rest of you.
'I'm glad you understand. I'm looking forward to your further growth.
Yeah, we'll see!

　...... What a brilliant brainwashing.
　I'm not sure I've ever seen such a thing.

　However, I couldn't just leave him there.
　There's nothing but tragedy in the destination of whiplash and further work from this situation.

　We have to stop it somehow.

...... hmm?
What is this?
It smells good. ......

　Everyone present noticed something strange.
　A nice scent that tickled their nostrils, this scent!

　When I turned around, I saw Emily was cooking over the fire.
　The scent is the warmth of Emily's cooking, coming from inside the pot.

'What's going on Emily, here in the middle of nowhere?'
'I know what you mean by trash. I used to live in a dungeon myself.
Ah, .......

　Before she met me, Emily lived in a dungeon.
　In a different way than I did, but she knew the other guy lived in the dungeon from the fact that she had trash with her.

　Emily poured out a bowl of nice smelling soup and offered it to the man.

'Yes, here you are.'
What?
You don't need to rest, but you'll feel better if you stay warm.
'Yeah, right. At least a cup of soup: ......

　The man said, glanced at the woman with a sidelong glance, then sipped his soup with trepidation.

'Oh, ......'

　The man's face suddenly relaxed.
　The moment he sipped on Emily's soup, his face went from scared and scared, to hollow-eyed with exhaustion, to a warm, happy expression.

　I held the warm soup in both hands and slowly drank it down, blowing on it over and over again.

'Thank you ......'
You can have another one, sir.
Yeah, thanks .......

　The man thanked Emily repeatedly, accepted a new bowl of soup, and sat down to drink the soup out of it.

'Thanks, you two. I guess I'm out of my mind.

　The man is impressed, and then, lured by the aroma of the soup, adventurers come up to him one by one.

"Oh, what, what, is that your cooking, Emily?　Can we get a little invitation too?
Of course it is.
That's it. So, here's some more for you. A chicken I just picked up.
This one is a pig.
I'm gonna go upstairs and get some vegetables.

　One by one, adventurers gather around Emily and receive her soup in exchange for the ingredients.
　Emily cooks more of the ingredients and serves them to everyone, and more adventurers and new ingredients gather around her, attracted by the aroma of the food--a little party, a kind of perpetual motion.

　It was a bit of a party, a kind of perpetual motion.

''Speaking of which, you,''
What?

　A man who has been working hard is confused when water is suddenly turned on him.

"Don't try to do it alone, man. Just say you're going through a tough time and ask for help.
'No, but ......, it's such a nuisance for a stranger.'
It doesn't bother me, I'd rather you fall down with your roots too deep.
'Well, I don't mind. It's things like this that get me into Emily's cooking.
'Don't be a tsundere, man. I saw you follow this guy yesterday.
What...　That wasn't a follow-up, though!

　A boisterous adventurer, a pompous, hard-working man.
　In the blink of an eye, Emily took control of the Seren basement level two, and it seemed like there was no more room for me.

　But I knew this was the right thing to do.
　Because although the man's expression started out as surprise, he gradually accepted everyone's words and ended up in tears of admiration.

''Tsk.''

　When any brainwashing no longer worked, the woman walked away in silence, leaving an irritated tongue in full force.