My Daughter Grew Up to “Rank S” Adventurer - Chapter 61.5
There was nothing wrong with being adored by young girls, but it made him feel a little uncomfortable because he was middle-aged. The comfort of being with other men made him feel genuinely grateful.
Qasim grinned at Byaku, who was eating his food in silence.
“You’re a shy boy, aren’t you? Or are you bored because you don’t have a girl?”
“What kind of nonsense are you talking…”
“Heh heh heh, you’re getting old, aren’t you? So, who do you like, Angie or Milly? Arne? Or Marie? Or maybe Char?”
“Come to think of it, you’re surrounded by beautiful girls. I’m jealous, you know.”
Edgar also laughed and reached out to poke Byaku, who raised an eyebrow.
“Tsk, you low-life dads…”
“Don’t be shy, I’ll keep it to myself. So, who is it?”
“Shut up… Who cares, I mean…”
Byaku turned away, his mouth agape.
Belgrief tilted his head, wondering why he was reacting so differently.
“Byaku, do you have a fever?”
“No.”
But his face seems to be red. His eyes seemed to be dilated as well.
“… Are you drunk?”
“No, this guy doesn’t even drink… Oh.”
Edgar chuckled as he picked up the empty small bowl.
“Sprouts with sake-kasu…”
” Sake-kasu is squeezed sake lees? Byaku, you really have a weakness for alcohol, don’t you? Are you okay?”
“Shut up, you old geezer…”
Byaku swayed from side to side in a slightly sluggish manner, and Qasim laughed.
“I thought you were just cocky, but you have a cute side too, heh heh.”
” Gghh… Mgh…”
Byaku put an elbow on the table and groaned in frustration. Belgrief chuckled and rubbed Byaku’s back. He was just a fifteen-year-old boy, after all.
At that moment, the waiter came with a tabletop stove with a pot on it.
“Here you go, sir.”
“Oh, thanks. I’ll clear a spot for you now…”
Edgar’s eyes widened in surprise, and Belgrief’s opened his mouth in surprise.
“What’s the matter? Please hurry up and give us some space, fufufu?”
“You… What are you doing, Gil?”
Gilmeña giggled, dressed in Eastern attire.
“Work, work, work. Does it suit me?”
“You’re a real wanderer, aren’t you…”
“Come on, let’s clear some space. Hello, good evening, Belgrief, Qasim-san.”
“Oh, yeah, good evening, Gil-san…”
“How are you, Gil-yan?”
Gilmeña shrugged dexterously, holding the stove with both hands and a drinking vessel on a tray above his head.
“As you can see… Are you two having a good time drinking with such a silly bunch? You should definitely join me next time, fufufu… I’ll bring the ingredients.”
Qasim looked at her in amusement.
“…Gil-yan is really amusing. I like this one.”
“I’ve known her for a long time, but she’s the only one I really don’t get… Oh, and the two of them fell asleep. I asked for five servings… Hey, wake up!”
Edgar poked Byaku and Leonel, who were groggily sleeping. They mumbled something, but showed no signs of waking up. They merely twitched a little.
Edgar sighed in resignation and took up his drinking container, offering it to them.
“This is no good… Let’s just drink this slowly. Here you go, Bel-san.”
“Haha, thanks… That’s not the same liquor you were drinking earlier.”
Belgrief chuckled and took the drink. Then he suddenly looked at Qasim.
“Speaking of which, Qasim, you seem to have lost your social anxiety.”
“At my age, I can’t be shy forever. That’s the only part of me that’s grown up!”
Qasim chuckled as Edgar offered him a glass of wine with an amused look on his face.
“Qasim-san, I didn’t know you were a shy person.”
“Yeah, this guy used to be unfriendly to people he’d never met before…”
“Hey Bel, I’ll tell them myself, so don’t expose me without my permission!”
The two-colored soup was simmering in the pot, and the steam was moving around like a living thing.