The solid wooden doors of the mess hall clicked shut behind me, finally cutting off the chaotic noise of the morning feast and that dude's shrill screaming.
I adjusted the shotgun strap over my shoulder and walked down the central dirt path, fully intending to skip straight into the woods and just buy my groceries from the System Shop, but my feet slowed to a halt.
I spotted the dwarven manager standing right at the bottom of the shrine's wooden steps with that same sleazy smile from yesterday and his hands clasped behind his back, while up on the veranda, Mitsuki stood with her arms tightly crossed over her robes, radiating pure, unamused exhaustion.
I couldn't help but let out a sigh before taking a detour toward them.
"Good morning, Manager," I called out casually, making sure my footsteps were just loud enough to be heard.
