My Inn

They arrived in front of the inn. It was a stone building located in between the west gate and the plaza. About halfway through, Rem and Shera had led the way for him.

While there was only one inn in the game, there were multiple ones to be found even in this one area of town. Also, you usually couldn't enter any buildings that didn't serve some kind of function, and any places that had nothing to do with quests always had their entrances blocked off.

Not only could you enter most of the buildings here, even the signs found on them did not all have the same pattern. A good portion of the buildings were built out of stone, were two stories high, and had triangular roofs and doors made of wood. He couldn't even tell them apart.

It might be harder to not get lost than to use magic If only he could have had a map function or something.

Diablo reached out and grabbed the metal doorknob. Pulling the wooden door open, he entered the inn.

It had been a while since he had been in the town's inn.

Since he had customized his dungeon into his own personal space, he rarely left it. In the game, inns did not only serve as a way to recover your HP and MP. The first floor was made into a bar; it was a place where you could gather information from NPCs or mingle with other players, but it was only seen as simply inn and the amine.

First of all, there was the reception desk. There, a young Pantherian girl with yellow cat-ears—well, technically panther-ears—could be found. It was an NPC Diablo had remembered seeing before. Her brown hair came down to her shoulders, the Pantherian girl gave them a smile that spread from ear-to-ear.

"Hello, hello! I'm the idol of the "Peace of Mind Inn", Mei~ ♪ Kyaha!"

—Ah, so this is still the same as it was back in the game. He didn't know whether to feel relieved or amazed at this. It seemed that the girl always acted like that in this world, since Rem and Shera did not seem to pay it any mind as they went to talk with her.

"...Could I get a key for a room?"

"Rem! Welcome back~Was your summoning a success?"

"...It was... The summoning part, at least..."

Rem was hiding her collar with her hands. The receptionist girl made a puzzled face.

"What's wrong?"

"...Never mind that... I would also like to get one extra room."

The receptionist craned her neck.

"Another room? For the guy behind you? Hey there, mister! I'm the idol of the—"

"Excuse me!"

Shera suddenly raised her voice. Though she was surprised, the receptionist girl still managed to respond with a smile.

"Hey to you too, Shera! What do you need today? If it's a key you want, I'll get it out right away. ♪"

"I-I would... um... I want to add one more person to my room, is that all right!?"

Her face was bright red.

"Oh so you would like to share not only a room but a bed as well, I would have never thought you would be so bold."

Shera grit her teeth.

"But, but...! I don't have the money to pay for two rooms! And if you go stay in the room Rem's getting you, then it makes it seem like she's your Summoner!"

Rem gave her a frigid smile.

" I was the one who called Diablo to this world, so it is only natural for me to prepare a room for him. Do you understand? You should just go enjoy being poor by yourself."

"You're wrong! I'm his Summoner! A Summoner and their Summon should always be together!"

"...No, someone as amazing as Diablo should be with someone who is equally amazing. That would be with me. So, you see... I will prepare... No, he will stay in my room."

It seemed like there would be no compromising with either Rem or Shera. The receptionist clapped her hands together.

"Alllllrighty! Three guests to stay in our extra large room~"

Shera started to panic.

"What!? No, no, no! That's actually kind of a problem! Why am I in the same room as Rem!?"

"...Staying in the same room as this dumb Elf is highly unappealing to me."

While still keeping her smile, the receptionist tilted her head. You could almost see the sound effects for rumbling appearing behind the two.

"Je~ez, it's a problem if you two start fighting at the front desk. I'm gonna put you bad kids in the same room, then! ♪"

Rem seemed as if she was going to say something in protest, when the receptionist's smile disappeared.

"I'll throw you out."

In the face of this intensity, Rem and Shera could only nod silently. The smile returned to the receptionist's face, and she handed Diablo the key.

"Then there you go! Try to keep it quiet at night, okay? That's a special request from me, the idol of the inn."

There was one large bed in their room on the second floor. There wasn't even distinctions like "large rooms" or "small rooms" in the game. The fee to stay the night was always fixed, so there was already a lot of things different here.

The bed itself was a wooden frame filled with straw and some sheets thrown over it. The smell of hay wafted throughout the room. It seems like these were the kinds of things people slept on back in Medieval times He would never allow himself sleep on something like this. Using the [Demon King's Ring of Destruction] he erase the whole bed with a wave of his hands, the a snap of his fingers [Demon King's Ring of Creation] makes a new king size bed. And now with enough room for the two girls and him. On the bed, there was only one blanket for the three of them.

There was nothing else there in the way of furniture. The windows were made of wooden boards, with no glass of any kind being used. There was no attic to be found, and the triangular ceiling with beams criss-crossing it was of a Medieval design that you would never see in the modern day. The candles on the walls gave the place an antique kind of feeling.

It was a simple room.

Standing on either side of the bed, Rem and Shera were shooting nasty glares at each other, not even noticing the differences in the bed he made for them.

"...How did I end up sharing a room with you. It would have been fine with just me... No, with just the two of us... Maybe...? No, we definitely would have been fine together."

"That's my line! If you hadn't said those things about being Diablo's Summoner, then I would have already finished my Adventurer's registration by now!"

All sorts of luggage was piled up by the side of the bed. Diablo stood in the entrance to the room.

No matter who he took a step toward, it looked like one of them would either get angry or start crying, so he couldn't make any foolish movement.

"...And how does a tramp of an Elf who is not even registered as an Adventurer, such as yourself, even plan to pay the inn fee? Sleeping outside would suit you better."

"I can't even imagine life without a bed! For money... Well, you know... I was gonna start saving up... Or, you know... I have to save up...or else that would be bad..."

"...You didn't come here without enough money to pay for the inn, did you?"

"I have it! I have...it? Yeah, I have it... I feel like, I have it... I still have some pretty-looking stuff I took from the treasure room... I-It's fine! I'll start saving up! I'm gonna start saving up with Diablo!"

"...I thought I told you not to use the Demon King I summoned however you pleased—"

—These two sure love to yell a lot , don't they. Diablo was already past feeling bit annoyed, by all this, and had started to find the whole thing kind of cute some how. They had taken out their weapons when they fought at first, but they seemed to be keeping it to just verbal arguments for now. That said, there was something he wanted them to do before they got too much into their fighting.

"Hey! you two. Before you start your petulant quarrels again, first you shall tell me more about yourselfs."

He already knew their names, back around from the amine but it couldn't hurt to ask them now. The small Pantherian with the black hair and panther ears was Rem Galleu. She possessed seven Summons and appeared to be quite an accomplished Summoner, with some of the people in town going so far as to call her "Lady".

The gold-haired Elf with the huge chest was Shera L. Greenwood. She admired Summoners, but seemed to be proficient with a bow. She also appeared to have come from "an amazing background."

That was all she said so far.

Because Diablo is living in this world for who knew how long, he had to gather as much information as he could about the world and the two of them.

"You must have a suitable reason for calling someone as powerful as myself. Tell me your skills and goals. I shall allow it to be so."

"...Would it be all right to consider this as your way of treating one of us as your Summoner?"

"What, really!? You're gonna be a Summon for us!?"

"Depending on your true power and your ways of thinking, I would be willing to lend you two my assistance."

He really just wanted to hole up in his own room in peace. He had to start saving up if he wanted to do that, though. Rem was the first one to nervously open her mouth.

"...I will introduce myself again. My name is Rem Galleu. The reason why I became an Adventurer was because, I had to... I had a need to continually demonstrate my own strength."

"You had to keep showing your strength?"

"...It's a personal reason."

Rem quickly glanced at Shera. It might be something hard to say in front of her. Rem continued to talk.

"...Anyways... I have to become stronger as an Adventurer. My ultimate goal is to defeat the Demon Lord Krebskulm and completely destroy his soul."

"Her you mean her soul"

Diablo thought it was obvious for Rem to make hunting down a Demon Lord her objective. It was in the show at the very least.

"My specialty is Summoning. Besides summoning a Demon Lord from a different world such as yourself, I also have formed contracts with seven other Summons. They are currently in my pouch in crystal form."

"Hm, understood."

Her way of talking was intellectual and deliberate. The reason it sounded like she was hiding things was because she was considering how much information it would be all right to reveal at the time. Pantherians were supposed to be a race of lightning-bruisers. If she was a proficient Summoner on top of that, this was surely because of her own hard work. And he didn't hate hard workers. Also, she was cute.

She had a lean, flexible body, and since her height was short, more dynamic clothes suited her well.

Pantherians not only had cat-like ears on their head, but long, bushy tails as well. Shera, seeming dissatisfied, opened her mouth.

" If you already have seven of them, then why don't you just let me have Diablo then!"

Rem sighed.

"...You truly are an idiot, aren't you. You only said one sentence, but managed to get two things wrong. Number one: It's been said a thousand times, but Diablo is not a Summon. And number two: Summons are not things that can be transferred to another person."

"But I'm the one who called Diablo! You think so too, right!?"

Looks like the conversation had been passed to Diablo.Her eyes sparkling, "I want you to agree with me!" was practically written on her face. Diablo pointed to Shera with his chin.

"You should be talking about yourself as well. Depending on what you say, I may consider it."

Shera's face lit up in a flash.

"Really!? M-My name is Shera L. Greenwood! I may have the same last name as the Elven royal family, but that doesn't matter, okay!?"

Rem fired off a retort.

"...If it doesn't matter, then do not bother with saying it in the first place."

"Oh, that's right! That's why I decided not to go around saying it out loud! Uhm... Can we just keep going on while pretending I didn't say it!?"

She had already said her name when they first met at Starfall Tower.

"Do as you like."

"Anyways! On that note, um... The reason I thought I would become an Adventurer is because I'm almost out of money, and because of the people coming after me— I mean, uh... and for other, various reasons, I thought it would be good for me to be with someone strong. Also, it's lonely traveling by myself... Also also, I seem to have a talent for Summoning! Go figure!"

Halfway through, when it seemed like she had remembered something, for an instant, an expression of loneliness had crossed her face. Though she didn't seem like much of a thinker, the fact that she was so honest left a good impression. she was beautiful.

In the game's lore, out of all the races, Elves were said to be the ones who were closest to Celestials. Their shining hair, flawless skin, and slender bodies seemed as if they had been molded from statues.

Their movements were lithe and filled to the brim with elegance.

Not only that, but Shera had distanced herself from the traditional image of flat-chested Elves, thanks to her possessing a large and bountiful bust. Just looking at it made things like safety and adventuring and all those difficult things just melt away. Shera put her hands on the bed as she leaned over it.

"A-Anyways, that was my self-introduction! Now you're fine with being my Summon, right? Right!?"

Because she was leaning forward, her chest bounced, emphasizing the cleavage of her two luscious...melons. Rem's expression stiffened.

"...You cheater."

"What are you talking about, Rem!? I wasn't lying or anything!"

"...I don't want a high-fat Elf with useless sacks of meat like you saying my name so casually."

"Wha—!? Well I don't like you calling me a high-fat Elf! I have a name, you know!"

"...I'll just call you high-fat Elf from now on."

"Whaaaaaat!?"

They were on the verge of fighting again. Diablo knew that the reason these two were fighting was because he wouldn't make a choice.