I Don’t Want To Inherit A Feudal Estate So I’ll Just Throw Everything On My Brother And Live As I Please - Chapter 125

“Brown breasts and white milky breasts.”

Translated by Dawn

“Brown breasts and white milky breasts.”

The day after my audience with the king, I was once again at the Adventurers’ Guild. The purpose of my visit was to accept a request from the royal capital as an adventurer, but for some reason, I was stopped by Merian, the bespectacled, big-breasted receptionist.

“You’re that Rolando-kun, right? The hero of Orargrand”

“I don’t know about heroes, but I’m Gundam…no, I’m Rolando.”

I was about to tell one joke that I was going to use naturally because my otaku friend from a previous life had mentioned it, and halfway through I realized that this was another world, so I ended up with a half-baked version. Damn it.

The reason why Merian called me over was a simple one; since I had become the hero of Orargrand, she wanted me to meet with the guildmaster, which was perfectly reasonable.

I also felt that knowing the guildmaster of the royal capital would be beneficial in both good and bad ways, so I decided to meet them once.

(And if they’re ridiculous people, I just need to stay as far away from them as possible.)

Now that I had achieved instantaneous travel by Conversion Magic, I would be able to travel between Orargrand and the royal capital in an instant, and in the worst-case scenario, I could let my “friend” the king do something about it.

With this in mind, I entered the room where the guild master was, and waiting there was a person with an unexpected appearance.

“Oh~, you must be Rolando=kun, the hero who repelled the demons. Nice to meet you~, I am Laramir, the guild master of this guild~ Nice to meet you, little hero-san~”

Let me pose one question here. …What kind of person is this guildmaster do you think? I would say that the possibilities were probably narrowed down to two, based on the other person’s way of talking and doing right now. What I mean by that was either an onee-sama with a relaxed atmosphere or a transsexual who talked in an onee-sama’s tone.

Well, I didn’t want to waste my precious time on such a trivial question, so I’d better give you the answer already. The answer was the former, the onee-sama with a relaxed tone. …Too bad it wasn’t that one, huh.

She had long silver hair and dark brown skin, and her long, pointed ears twitched. Her body was also incredibly well-proportioned, perhaps a characteristic of her race, especially her ripped abdominal muscles and fleshy chest armor, which was so seductive that the word “bewitching” was appropriate.

As one could probably guess by now, her race was Dark Elf, and she belonged to the Elven race, one of the essential races in fantasy. Generally speaking, white-skinned elves inhabited the forests and were considered to be a beautiful-looking race that was nimble and skilled with bows and magic. On the other hand, dark elves had a strong image of living in the wilderness or in valleys adjacent to forests. Like elves, dark elves were good-looking, but they were also belligerent and strong in the nightlife.

I remembered a friend of mine from a previous life who loved elves saying to me enthusiastically, “Elves are best when they are white and have small breasts, but it is hard to throw away brown-breasted dark elves, too.” When I actually met the real thing, I could not help but understand what my friend was saying.

At any rate, since she introduced herself to me, I gave her the usual brief greeting, and we decided to proceed with our conversation…

“Rolando-kun~, do you have a girlfriend~?”

“…I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then~, why don’t you do something nice with this older sister?”

She then rolled up her clothes, which barely covered a small surface area of her body, to reveal her fleshy skin to me. The two vicious breast arms were shaking and flailing about, making a popping sound, but unfortunately, it had no effect on this unawakened 12-year-old’s body, which looked just like a slime bouncing around in the field.

“Jeez~, You’re so mean, Rolando-kun~. You won’t be popular with girls if you’re like that~.”

“I don’t need to be popular with the girls. If there’s nothing to talk about, I’ll leave now, okay?”

“W-wait a minute~. I have something to talk about~.”

“Then tell me quickly.”

At my indifference, Laramir’s cheeks puffed out like a hamster in frustration, and although I think she looked cute as a small animal, my personal impression was that she was not attractive enough to me as a member of the opposite sex.

“The Adventurers’ Guild is now working to promote you to S rank adventurer~. You single-handedly stopped the invasion of the demons, a threat to mankind~, and that is definitely a historic achievement~.”

“S-rank, well, that’s not bad.”

Even the current A-rank could serve as a check on those in authority who were arrogant, but even so, there were still some senior nobles who were not intimidated and were capable of foolish acts. I believe that the title of “S-rank adventurer” would serve as a refreshing remedy for such a person to stop making reckless demands.

“But I can’t decide on my own~, so I think the guild masters of the Adventurers’ Guild will be meeting soon to discuss the matter~. If it is approved, you will become an S-rank adventurer~.”

“I see, well, I’ll just wait and see.”

Then her seductive teasing (?) tried to unfold again, so I ignored it and left the room. After I closed the door of the room, I heard her say something like, “Next time I see you~, I’m going to squeeze you to the hilt~,” but I decided to ignore it and headed for the commercial guild.

“Rolando-sama, isn’t it? The Guildmaster would like to meet with Rolando-sama today.”

That was the first thing the receptionist said to me when I arrived at the commercial guild. Apparently, the guildmaster of the commercial guild was also interested in me. I had no particular reason to refuse, so I decided to go straight to the guild master, who again turned out to be an unexpected person.

“Nice to meet you, I am the guildmaster of the Commercial Guild of King’s Landing. My name is Liliere. Please make your acquaintance.”

“…..”

In appearance, the figure was there as described earlier in the story, with long blond hair and jade-colored eyes. She had white milk-colored skin and a slender figure with modest breasts, and although I felt a little inadequate after seeing the heavy breasts of Laramir, for her race, she was full of charm that could not be expressed in words, which made me think “but that’s also good”.

She was beautiful and looked as if she had just stepped out of a picture book, but she also had a fragile atmosphere that made it difficult to approach her, as if she could be easily broken if touched.

The guildmaster of the commercial guild was apparently an elf, with long, pointed ears, but unlike Laramir, they did not twitch.

“Umm, excuse me?”

“I met a dark elf at the Adventurers’ Guild a while ago. I didn’t expect to see an elf next.”

“You met my elder sister?”

“Sister? Aren’t you an elf?”

According to what she explained in response to my question, elves and dark elves originally lived in the same homeland and coexisted as a matter of course. However, at some point in the past, elves and dark elves began to live separately, and eventually, the dark elves moved to a different place, and elves and dark elves came to be recognized as separate races.

“But I don’t think that explains why you both are sisters, though?”

“It is because of this that we elves and dark elves have the remnants of our life together in our blood, and sometimes twins are born, like us, one elven and one dark elf.”

“I see, so it’s like that.”

Liliere’s words finally convinced me. But then, was there really such a difference in their breasts? Hmmm, was this another case that could be put away in fantasy?

“Rolando-sama? Where are you looking?”

“I’m not looking anywhere?”

“No, you were looking at my breasts, weren’t you? You must have been thinking that my sister’s breasts are bigger than mine, right!?”

Sensitive to what I was looking at, Liliere asked me with a raised voice. I had nothing to hide, so I told her honestly, she asked me, “Do men prefer the bigger ones, after all?” I followed up by saying that it wasn’t so.

When I asked the question of whether it was natural for elves and dark elves to differ in the size of their breasts since they were of different races, the answer was apparently no. Statistically speaking, dark elves were more likely to produce women with large breasts than elves, but there were a certain number of women with large breasts among elves.

Statistically speaking, dark elves were more likely than elves to produce women with large breasts, but there were a certain number of elves with large breasts as well, and the elves were aware that those who had smaller breasts were “an existence that was not chosen”.

“But for some reason, our fellow elven men and the men of other races tell us that they want smaller ones. Even though we say we want big breasts…”

“I-I see. I don’t know what to say about that…”

I didn’t expect this conversation to come to this because I kept staring at her breasts, and I had to follow up with her, which I rarely do.

Then, I took the action of consoling her depression and that was the end of my face-to-face meeting with Liliere. As an apology for making her feel down, I presented her with bracelets, scrunchies, and other products from the Greg Trading Company, and she seemed to have regained some of her energy and gave me a beautiful smile when we parted.

At any rate, I was able to grasp that the guild masters of the Adventurers’ Guild and the Commercial Guild in the royal capital were rather unique individuals. I decided to leave it at that and went back to the inn to recover from my mental exhaustion.