Mob MC 100.2

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Chapter 100.2. Dancing Mii-chan

"This is no time to joke around! You idiot!"

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I apologize, but it's no good. Miu's mind became game-like the moment the little girl asked her to do it. The game-specification demerit was activated. I accept every quest the little girl brings me. I know this is the outcome, but I can't stop it.

I may not need the little girl part, but the way the request is made, even game-like, makes me think I have to do it as a quest.

I know I shouldn't do this. But I can't. My mind of goodness and games moves my body to tell me to complete the quest on its own. And I don't question it at the time. Sorry for the inconvenience, guys.

The town hall is in turmoil, the commotion spreads, and new people arrive from the outside to see what's what.

Hoku-chan finally builds an ice wall, and Nan-chan builds a dirt wall. Sei-chan takes a nap on a bench, Tamamo uses her illusion, and Yamiyo drives them away with a cold stare. The old Martini guys squirmed around, too, and eventually, it would be an hour before all the officials and security people could get this mess under control.

Then in the reception room of the government office. Miu and her group discussed a room with a typical interior.

The most important person led us to the room, rubbing his hands and pulling his mouth into a tight line, and asked us to use it.

Moreover, he left coffee and a shortcake on the table. I guess high-ranking nobles get special treatment. I've decided to think of it as being like a politician in a previous life.

"I feel bad for the government officials, don't I?"

"Yeah. ....... I'm sorry."

It was such a big mess that even Yamiyo, who is usually on Mii-sama's side, was bitterly complaining. Since I was ushered into the government office, there seemed to be people waiting for me to come out later. I would have to sneak back out the back door like an idol.

"I'm sorry, I was careless."

Shin, sitting opposite me, bows to me again, but it's awkward.

"That's all right. It's partly because I heal it."

The kicker was Shin, but it was Miu who caused the mayhem from there. So I wave a hawkish hand at Shin.

"Hey, you, even after all that recovery magic, you're fine? Don't you have a headache, or are you too tired to move?"

Tsuki leans forward excitedly, grabbing the gray-haired Miu's head and shaking it. I'm almost sick with ongoing sickness, aren't I?

"Indeed, I'm a little tired from all the dancing."

"That's not what I mean. When people use recovery magic, they'll too tired to move! My recovery magician is bedridden for a few days after using it twice, you know?"

Eh? Is that so? Really? Is that what a recovery magician does?

The unexpected line made me turn their heads toward Yamiyo and the others, but they all expressed their denial with flurries. No one is acquainted with the recovery magician. Here I come to find out a new fact. No, I've figured it out.

"Um, can I call you Tsuki-chan?"

"Fine. I'll call you Miu too. So, what is it?"

"That's probably it. ......"

At Miu's serious expression, Tsuki gulped and swallowed her spit.

"Probably?"

"They're skipping out. That person is pretending to be tired. It's hurt."

Before I could tell him all the lines, an angry Tsuki slapped me with a peppercorn.

"Idiot! It's common sense, common sense! Onii-chan, this girl is crazy!"

"Oh, yeah. Isn't that rude, Tsuki? You heard how great Count Takano is."

"Isn't it strange to hit someone on the head and get angry?"

Awkwardly, Shin restrains Tsuki, and Yamiyo angrily warns her.  It's just status ailment recovery magic, it's tiring. Maybe that recovery magician is just slacking off.

"Tsuki, you should confirm that person is really tired, right?"

"Well, if you say so. I'll advise my father when I get back. Sorry, Miu?"

"Nah, there was zero damage, so it's okay."

Seeing Miu looking annoyed, she becomes unsure, and Tsuki awkwardly lowers her head.

"Apology from me too. May I call you Miu-san?"

"No."

"No, no, no..."

Before I can answer that it's okay, Yamiyo and Tamamo mouth their lines of rejection. No, they said, like a parent fox protecting her fox cubs.

I see, I see, I get it, I get it.

I think this is the compulsion of the original story. Mobs are airs so they can't tangle with the main character. I guess we're not allowed to call him by his name. But I can now call the heroine Tsuki by her name, so I don't mind Shin.

"Oh, I see. Well, Kohon, since we have the good fortune of meeting each other this time, what do you think about the barbecue party we are organizing the week after next? Would you like to join us? By the way, I heard that the eldest son of the MarquisTeijo will be returning to Japan soon. Would you like to join us?"

With a cohon and a cough, Shin recomposes himself, and with a fresh, inviting smile, he invites me to the barbecue tournament. Oh, will there be hornbear caw? Lots of meat?

"I'll be absent."

"Tamamo and the others will have a barbecue together, so it's fine."

When I tried to get on board and answer that I would attend, Yamiyo flatly refused it so fast.

Do you see? The protagonist and the mob are doomed to have nothing to do with each other.