Maruyama Kugane

he still felt lonely.
“Well, symbol of the guild, shall we see what you can do? Or should I say ‘symbol of my guild.’”

Now he looked like a guild master.

A couple menu inputs later and the sentence about being a “bitch” was gone. “I guess that’ll do.”

“This is so stupid.” Momonga winced at his own idea and input the characters via the menu keyboard. It was a short sentence:
“And she’s in love with Momonga.”
“Ugh, how embarrassing.” He put his hands over his face. He felt he might collapse due to sheer mortification, as if he’d made up his own ideal lover and written a romance about it. He fidgeted. He was so embarrassed he considered changing it again, but he decided it was okay.

Does it work the same way here, or is it once faithful, always faithful?
If I suppose their loyalty could change, how do I maintain it?
By giving them rewards?

nyhow, it seemed like if he acted like he was in charge, he was unlikely to meet hostility anytime soon. It’s hard for animals to turn their fangs on one who doesn’t show any weaknesses, and the same thing went for humans.

He was giving his all, naturally, but was still hopelessly slow compared to Aura.
She must have been thinking the same thing, because her brow began to twitch. “Hurry up!”
“I-I-I am!”
The child who finally arrived looked just like Aura. Same hair color and length, same eye colors, same facial features—they couldn’t be anything but twins, but if Aura was the sun, then Mare was the moon.

ord Momonga. Please excuse us. Mare, come with me a minute.”
Momonga gave a slight nod, and Aura moved away a bit, dragging Mare by his pointy ears. “O-oww! A-Aura, that hurrrts!”
Then, she started hissing at him. Even at a distance, Momonga could tell she was giving him a scolding.

“Training? You?!” Aura’s and Mare’s eyes practically popped out of their heads. What was this most elite caster, the ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick who dominated all manner of lesser beings, talking about? But Momonga had expected this.

“Death is like a next-door neighbor when you live in a village. It’s not so rare for a monster to attack and kill people, right?”
“Right…”
“Mere soldiers can’t always handle a monster. If you don’t have the money to hire a specialist in monster extermination—an adventurer—all you can do is lie low until it leaves.”