I’m a Rookie, but I’m an Experienced Professional - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

Dazzlingly bright blonde hair and pale skin, a slender face. A lean and slender build that looked delicate but had subtle muscle definition.

“M-Mireon?”

Why is this elf jumping down from the orphanage roof?

Bewildered, I just blinked and stared at him.

Meanwhile, Mireon calmly brushed the dust off his clothes and asked me.

“You’re quite clever.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“The multi-family house and here, the orphanage. You found and solved problems that no one else had discovered.”

Ah, I wondered what he was talking about.

“You saw all of that? Oh, wait. Then you were following me?”

“I wasn’t exactly following you, I just happened to see you passing by and got curious, so I kept watching.”

“That’s what following means though?”

“If that’s how you want to think of it, then sure.”

He won’t admit it to the end.

Maybe it’s because he’s an elf. As a human, it wasn’t easy for me to follow his logic.

“But.”

While I was clicking my tongue inwardly, Mireon tilted his head and asked.

“Do you like helping humans in trouble?”

“I don’t dislike it, but I don’t particularly like it either.”

“Then why are you helping the humans living in the multi-family house? They pointed fingers at you, calling you a strange human.”

That’s true.

If the surprise Quest hadn’t pushed me to solve it, I would have ignored the multi-family house situation.

“It just felt uncomfortable to ignore it when I knew there was a problem.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say that directly, so I expressed it indirectly.

Then Mireon stroked his chin and looked at me intently before asking again.

“Then could you help other races too?”

“Other races? Do you perhaps need my help?”

Thinking that might be why he was asking, I asked back, and Mireon pressed his lips tightly shut. He seemed to be debating whether to speak or not.

When I saw the elves in the meeting room last time, they didn’t seem to like humans very much. It was closer to disgust, I’d say.

This elf seemed better than the other elves, but he wasn’t friendly toward humans either.

But asking for help from me, a human, meant the situation was that serious.

I wasn’t sure if I could actually help, and I didn’t have any desire to help blindly. But curious about what it might be, I waited quietly.

How long did I wait like that?

When the long shadows had shortened a bit, Mireon opened his mouth again.

“I can’t tell you yet.”

Just then, a breeze made his long blonde hair dance and flutter.

“If I come to trust you a little more, I’ll tell you then.”

* * *

The managers assigned to the relocation work ran around tirelessly day and night, but ultimately couldn’t finish within the deadline.

Since he knew it was an impossible schedule from the start, Smith Viscount could only let out deep sighs and couldn’t scold the managers.

Now Eileen had to return to Belheim, and the elves would surely make an issue of this.

He had to either get Callix Crowbell to extend Eileen’s stay or persuade the elves.

“…Couldn’t you please change your mind?”

Judging that persuading the elves would be easier than Callix, Smith Viscount met with Eirenos Mirion and pleaded almost complainingly.

“As you’ve seen while watching, we’re making maximum effort to carry out the relocation work. So now, couldn’t you trust us and let Miss Eileen return to Belheim?”

Despite the viscount’s earnest request, Eirenos Mirion just silently drank his tea without any response.

“Look at this.”

Smith Viscount, growing more anxious, even pulled out documents.

And he explained in detail how far the relocation work had progressed, how many people were working day and night, and when it could be completed.

“How about it? Can you trust us now with this much?”

Clack-

Eirenos Mirion set down his teacup audibly for the first time. It was a silent signal of dissatisfaction or objection.

“As expected… it won’t work?”

Smith Viscount asked again, reading the elf’s mood. Still, he gave no answer.

‘That means no, I suppose.’

Then should he persuade Callix Crowbell?

While he was worrying enough to get a headache about what to do if he couldn’t persuade either of them, the elf opened his tightly closed mouth.

“Then I’ll go to Belheim too.”

“…Huh?”

At the completely unexpected answer, Smith Viscount blinked his eyes wide.

“From what I can see, you seem quite concerned about Duke Crowbell’s mood.”

Mirion continued, looking at the dazed viscount.

“So rather than me monitoring here, making Duke Crowbell uncomfortable would be more helpful in finishing the relocation work quickly.”

It was absurd, but unable to find words to refute, Smith Viscount just opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

“I’ll cross over to Belheim together with Miss Eileen.”

“Th-that would be troublesome.”

When the elf spoke again as if driving in a wedge, Smith Viscount could finally find his voice.

“To stay in Belheim, you need Duke Crowbell’s permission, but there’s no way the Duke would allow it.”

It would be fortunate if lightning didn’t strike.

“The treatment won’t be as good as here either, so just staying in Nuviar would be…”

“I’ve already decided to go.”

Eirenos Mirion spoke firmly and stood up.

“I’ll handle getting Duke Crowbell’s permission myself, so you just need to prepare.”

Callix Crowbell’s stubbornness was so strong that even the Empire’s emperor couldn’t break it.

But how could he get his permission?

Smith Viscount was curious, but Eirenos didn’t seem inclined to explain and left the reception room as he was.

* * *

Going around Nuviar diligently doing sub-quests, a week had passed before I knew it.

Since I had to return to Belheim this afternoon, I packed my bags and left the room. This time too, Marquise Smith had packed various things for me, making both my hands heavy.

“Let me carry those.”

Noah Roheim, who was waiting in the corridor, extended his hand.

“It’s okay.”

It was a bit heavy but not to the point where I couldn’t carry it.

“But the relocation work isn’t completely finished yet, is it really okay to return like this?”

“Since Smith Viscount didn’t say anything particular, it should be fine, shouldn’t it?”

“I suppose so?”

Still, just in case, I should ask for confirmation when I meet the viscount.

Smith Viscount and the managers were waiting at the castle tower where the magic portal gate was located.

“You’re late.”

Callix Crowbell was there too. Since I probably couldn’t use the magic portal alone, he seemed to have come to escort me.

“I didn’t expect Your Grace to come again.”

Smith Viscount and the managers, who didn’t know this fact, looked quite flustered.

But Callix Crowbell didn’t pay attention to them and approached me.

“Did you enjoy your vacation?”

He naturally took the luggage bag I was carrying and asked.

Caught off guard by having my luggage taken away, I nodded slightly.

“Good. Then you won’t mind working without weekends for a while.”

“What? What kind of terrible thing are you saying…”

“You rested well for a whole week. There must be a mountain of work piled up during that time, so it wouldn’t matter if you worked without weekends for about a month, right?”

What kind of ridiculous miraculous logic is this?

“I’d rather work overtime, so please let me rest on weekends.”

“Of course you’ll work overtime and work on weekends too.”

“…Are you serious?”

When I asked in bewilderment, Callix Crowbell let out a low laugh.

“It’s a joke. If you collapsed from that, the loss would be greater, so there’s no way I’d do something so foolish.”

It seems like you would be more than capable of doing exactly that though.

“Well then, see you next time, Smith Viscount. It’s quite regrettable that you couldn’t finish the relocation work within the deadline I mentioned.”

Despite saying it was regrettable, Callix’s expression was cheerful. At words that were clearly teasing to anyone watching, Smith Viscount could only smile awkwardly.

Since Callix Crowbell had come over, the magic portal was already operating.

“Well then, let’s go.”

This time too, Noah Roheim entered first.

As I was about to enter the portal with Callix Crowbell following behind him, Mireon appeared carrying a luggage bag.

“I was worried I might be late, but fortunately I came on time.”

Between the luggage bag and his meaningful statement, I looked at Mireon with suspicious eyes.

“Don’t tell me that elf is also going to Belheim?”

Callix Crowbell seemed to have the same thought as me, as he asked Smith Viscount.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t the viscount who answered, but Mireon. He spoke with his characteristic gentle smile.

“I’m also going to Belheim.”

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