Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 7

by Fujino Omori

  Seeing grown men and gods on their hands and knees, pounding the scorched earth with their fists amid the ruins of the brothels, would remain in the memories of many citizens for the rest of their lives. The gods harbored the first traces of resentment for the silver-haired Goddess of Beauty as their ashamed and irritated followers pulled them away.

  The Pleasure Quarter bore an incredible amount of scars despite the lack of casualties. With its overlord gone, no matter how many merchants opened their own shops or the now-free prostitutes started their own brothels, it would take years for Orario’s third district to recover.

  Freya Familia might have been the most powerful force in Orario, but even they could not escape being called to account by the Guild. Freya herself was summoned to the Pantheon and was forced to pay an incredibly large fine.

  “I see.”

  Was all she said. The matter was settled.

  However, deities and mortals alike grew more fearful of Freya Familia after she sent Ishtar back to Tenkai, Freya’s loyal followers overwhelming what was considered to be an elite group literally overnight. This didn’t seem to bother the Goddess of Beauty. She returned to her room on the highest floor of the tallest tower in the city. She was back on her throne atop Orario.

  As for the former members of Ishtar Familia, they set off down different paths to find their own way in this new world.

  “Haruhime, are you sure?”

  The air was clear, not a cloud in the sky on this day when the sun was warm enough to bring a tear to anyone’s eye.

  Haruhime stood in front of Takemikazuchi and listened to the god speak.

  “You can go back to the Far East, should you so choose. While returning to the manor might not be possible…there are goddesses like Tsukuyomi who would welcome you with open arms at our shrine.”

  The deity’s eyes were filled with the same loving care he’d had for every child all those years ago. They were just as she remembered them. Haruhime could feel their warmth as Takemikazuchi stood with his arms folded across his chest. There, too, was also the same three-cornered hairstyle along with the unmistakable semblance of being dirt broke. Seeing him face-to-face again after all this time made Haruhime so happy, she wanted to laugh out loud.

  “Thank you very much, Lord Takemikazuchi. However, I am fine.”

  Smiling like a flower in bloom, Haruhime put her hands to her chest. Takemikazuchi spent a moment and scratched behind his ear before returning her smile and nodding.

  “Understood. In that case, we are once again neighbors of sorts. Visit anytime.”

  “I will,” Haruhime said with a grin as Chigusa and Ouka led the rest of Takemikazuchi Familia out from behind their god and approached her.

  “Um, Haruhime. There are so, so many things we need to catch up on. S-so…”

  “Yes, Miss Chigusa. We shall have time before long.”

  “…I’m sorry, Haruhime. If we had known you were suffering, we would have—”

  “Do not trouble yourself, Sir Ouka. I, Haruhime, am overjoyed to be able to meet all of you again.”

  A small tear appeared from behind Chigusa’s bangs, her eyes hidden. Ouka, ever serious and to the point, shook his head.

  She exchanged more happy words with the other three members of the familia and promised to visit them. With that, she bowed and took off at a slow run.

  Turning around the corner and going through a gate, Haruhime arrived at the front lawn of a newly remodeled manor. Several people were talking among themselves on the lawn, including a young deity, her followers, and a dignified Amazon.

  “Bell Cranell, don’t go lettin’ me down. You went that far to show me what you can do, what you’re capable of, so just let me say this: I’ll have your head if anything happens to the li’l’ tyke.”

  “Y-yes, ma’am…!”

  “Well, truth be told…With you here, I was considering joining this familia myself.”

  “A-anyone but you!!”

  Aisha reached out as if to stroke Bell’s chin but was interrupted by the young goddess’s cry. Raising both arms, she physically shielded the white-haired boy from Aisha’s touch.

  “Bell will get eaten up!” she cried in despair.

  “You’re no fun,” Aisha responded with a toothy grin. The group noticed Haruhime walking up to them shortly after.

  “All done?”

  “Ah, Miss Haruhime!”

  Still grinning, Aisha turned to face Haruhime as Bell greeted her with a smile and wave. Haruhime smiled right back at them.

  “Yes, I have finished talking everything over with Takemikazuchi Familia…Lady Aisha, words cannot express…”

  “Stop it with the sentimental stuff, I’m no good at it. Besides, I did only what I wanted. No need to thank me.”

  Aisha cut short Haruhime’s expression of gratitude with another grin and a wave of her hand.

  The renart didn’t know what to do at that point. A serious look overtook her face.

  “I made sure the ol’ commander and Berbera won’t blab. We’re the only ones who know, so yer secret shouldn’t get out. If you do use it…stay low, keep out of sight.”

  “Lady Aisha…”

  “U-um, that reminds me. In the end, what happened to Phryne…?”

  “Ah, found that toad beaten to a pulp in the front garden. Looked like she’d been through hell.”

  Bell worked up the courage to ask about the top-class adventurer after hearing Aisha mention her. Aisha laughed to herself as she explained the extent of the damage Phryne had received at the hands of Freya’s warriors. Apparently, it was to the point that she could no longer show her face in public; she was currently shut up in the back room of some hotel, silently whimpering to herself.

  “Well then, I’m off to find a new familia that’ll take me in. The way I am now, my Status sealed and all, no tellin’ who might try to take advantage.”

  With Ishtar back in Tenkai, the effects of her Charm on Aisha had completely vanished. A clean, pure aura emanated from the Amazonian warrior as she turned to look at the blue sky overhead.

  Haruhime didn’t understand the feelings swelling within her.

  She had always been terrified of Ishtar, always been under her thumb. On the other hand, if the goddess hadn’t taken her in, there was no telling what might’ve become of her. Sure, the goddess had forced her into the life of a prisoner and prevented her escape, but she had also protected her.

  Relief, sadness, loneliness—there was no simple way to explain the emotions swirling around in her heart. Haruhime cast her gaze to the sky as well.

  “…Anyway, if something’s up, come find me. I don’t mind shellin’ out some advice if you need it.”

  “…Thank you, Lady Aisha! Thank you for everything!”

  Aisha didn’t respond to Haruhime as she walked toward the front gate. One last wave of her hand and she disappeared from sight.

  Haruhime stared at the gate for a moment before slowly turning to face Bell and the others.

  “Henceforth…I, Sanjyouno Haruhime, would like to officially ask to join Hestia Familia as a fellow member…”

  “Ehh, no need for the fancy words. Haven’t been here all that long myself. Nice to meet you. The name’s Welf Crozzo, but don’t bother yourself with my family name.”

  “Lilly’s glad to meet you, too, Miss Haruhime. My name is Lilliluka Erde.”

  The human with red hair and the prum with chestnut-colored locks stepped forward and introduced themselves.

  “The pleasure’s mine!” responded Haruhime enthusiastically, thrilled to be exchanging names with people she had never met before.

  “Ahem…That makes me the last one. A lot happened yesterday so I’m sure you already know, but I’m Hestia. Welcome to the family, officially.”

  Hestia, standing even shorter than Haruhime, puffed out her bulging chest and echoed Haruhime’s words in her own greeting.

  Haruhime gave a deep bow and was surprised to discover upon raising her head that Hes
tia had walked all the way up to her.

  “But listen here, Haru-hi-me. It appears that you have some rather risky emotions when it comes to Bell…I brought him up myself, and I won’t allow any hotheaded shenanigans!”

  “Wha…umm, huh…?”

  “Please don’t say such ridiculous things! Just who exactly brought up Mr. Bell? Isn’t Lady Hestia just a goddess with a massive debt and living off Mr. Bell’s hard work?”

  “H-hey! A goddess’s dark secrets are not something to be talked about in front of new recruits!”

  “Yeah, you can ignore all that.”

  Hestia and Lilly’s argument picked up speed, the two glaring at each other as Welf laughed drily and shrugged at Haruhime. Bell watched the two of them argue with a bead of cold sweat running down his neck.

  Oh yes, this could be fun.

  Haruhime thought to herself as she watched the interactions of her new allies with a laugh threatening to burst from her cheeks.

  —Creak. The front door of the manor opened without warning.

  “M-Miss Mikoto!”

  “Hey, now, you sure you’re okay to be on your feet?”

  “I-it’s not a problem. Only the symptoms of Mind Down remain…I-I also want to celebrate Lady Haruhime’s inauguration…!”

  Bell and Welf worriedly took a few steps toward their stumbling friend.

  She had received considerable treatment from someone after the battle at the palace. When they found her outside the main tower, there was an empty elixir bottle next to her. Physically she looked fine, but she was having a difficult time with drowsiness—in fact, she slept through the entire day after the battle. She was up and moving around by sheer willpower.

  Haruhime looked on with concern as the girl attempted to go down the stairs to the front lawn. “Uwahh!” Tripping over her own foot, Mikoto tumbled down the last few steps before falling into the renart’s arms.

  “M-my apologies, Lady Haruhime.”

  “N-no need for apologies…”

  Bell and the others watched as their unexpected reunion became a hug.

  A few moments passed before two girls broke apart enough to look into each other’s eyes. Haruhime broke the silence.

  “It is I who should apologize to you, Miss Mikoto…I have caused you so much trouble, so much pain…”

  “L-Lady Haruhime…”

  Pulling away from her childhood friend, Mikoto became flustered at Haruhime’s apology and fidgeted restlessly.

  Haruhime kept her eyes closed for a little while.

  Then, summoning all her courage and tensing up her tail, Haruhime looked at Mikoto with determination in her eyes.

  “Thank you for saving me…Mikoto.”

  Eyes moist and glistening, Haruhime expressed her gratitude in a soft voice.

  Mikoto’s lips quivered at the sight. Overcome with emotion, she had only one request.

  “Lady Haruhime, please smile.”

  “Eh…?”

  “I…Just like long ago, when we were young. I want to see you smile from the bottom of your heart.”

  Haruhime’s surprise lasted for only a moment.

  Meeting Mikoto’s dark-purple eyes, which were on the verge of bursting, with her own tearful green eyes, Haruhime beamed a great smile at her old friend. Teardrops now freely falling from her face, Mikoto let her happiness broaden across her entire face and smiled back.

  It was just the same as back in their hometown, the two sharing grins like little girls. It was the first time in far too long, but it was exactly how they remembered.

  “…Master Bell, you truly have my gratitude.”

  The two turned to face the white-haired human and Haruhime offered her thanks.

  The boy’s shoulders shrank inwardly; he was almost embarrassed. He scratched his blushing cheek for a moment before returning his usual carefree grin.

  “Starting today, we’re family. Welcome home.”

  Haruhime closed her eyes and cried once more.

  Carved in her back, Hestia’s Blessing flooded her body with comforting warmth, making Haruhime feel as if she was being plunged into a world of kindness. She felt a flood of emotions rising to the surface and tried to hold it all together.

  “I am delighted to call you my family, Master Bell…May our relationship be everlasting.”

  Haruhime’s head lowered toward him in a deep bow. Her face was like cherry blossoms in bloom when she finally stood up.

  “Hold on there, Haruhime. Don’t you think your choice of words was a little weird?”

  “I agree! Something is definitely strange.”

  “W-was it so?”

  “T-take it easy on her, Lady Hestia, Lady Lilly.”

  “We have other things to talk about…like how we’re gonna celebrate our new recruit!”

  “Oh! I like your thinking, Welf! All right, then, it’s time for a welcome party!”

  “Stop. It. Right. There! Our familia doesn’t have the funds to do that right now…!”

  “Don’t be such a stick in the mud! Bell, you think we should have a party, right?”

  “We probably should, Goddess. It’s for Miss Haruhime, after all.”

  “Mr. Bell—!”

  “I-is this truly acceptable?”

  “Of course it is, Lady Haruhime! We will have to invite Lord Takemikazuchi and our other friends from home as well!”

  Swirling happy voices surrounded a girl dressed in a red kimono.

  The renart who had always kept her distance had at last opened up her heart to the point where she could laugh along with everyone else.

  The clear, azure sky seemed to watch over the young goddess and her followers.

  And the emblem above the front door seemed to sparkle in the sunlight as if it were celebrating the addition to the family in its own way.

  Afterword

  “This story feels like it belongs onstage.”

  That’s what my editor said when I first presented the plot outline for book seven.

  At first, I had no clue what he was talking about. However, once I set to writing and fleshed out the story, I started to understand what he meant. The setting of this book is still the Labyrinth City Orario, but there’s so much of the city yet to be explored that I decided to think of it as an entirely new location by adding more detail than ever before. The city probably has a different feel to it from previous volumes.

  The words prostitute, brothel, and the Pleasure Quarter come up quite often in this story. The idea to move the cast of characters out of the Dungeon for a change began when I started wondering if a city inundated with adventurers wouldn’t have this kind of profession. The more I thought about it, the more I realized this subject had to be addressed. My hands were physically shaking as I wrote down the first ideas for this book.

  I believe that prostitutes and brothels belong to a different type of fantasy world. While I didn’t go into great detail in the story itself, I also believe that there are prostitutes who sell one night of dreams come true in order to live to see tomorrow, to save money for the future, or to support their partner of choice at the expense of their own pain and anguish. Thinking back, the period plays and dramas I watched in my youth greatly influenced my way of thinking. Seeing these women, kneeling on a floor cushion, connecting with their customers in hopes of a better future made me sympathize with them and feel upset when they faced rejection. I was inspired by these plays dealing with red-light districts of all types.

  Back to the book itself, I did my best to work in more “service scenes” for this volume, resulting in three times more than previous books. In writing them, I discovered that there’s a great deal of depth to romantic comedy. Most of this story was based on living through great hardship, but yes, I apologize for being unable to maintain a serious tone throughout the book.

  Before I express my gratitude, as I always do, I have an announcement to make.

  This story has been made into an anime that will air in the spring of 2015.

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sp; I jumped out of my chair in excitement, pumping my fists in the air, when I first heard the news. That excitement is still with me, but I’m also quite nervous. This is all thanks to the fans who have continued to support Is It Wrong to Try to Pick up Girls in a Dungeon? To everyone who has been on this journey with me from the beginning and everyone who just recently picked up the series, I cannot thank you enough. I would love to put my happiness into words for all of you right now, but I will pour all that appreciation into the next book as my way of giving back. I will continue to work hard on the light novels while the anime is on the air.

  With that out of the way, it’s time to give thanks where thanks are due.

  First, I must thank my supervisor, Mr. Kotaki, and Mr. Suzuhito Yasuda for even more beautiful illustrations for this book. Next, to my editor, Mr. Kitamura, who encouraged me when I came to him saying, “There aren’t enough pages to hold all I want to write,” by telling me to “Get it all on paper and we’ll work it out.” Next, a big thank-you to all staff members involved in this project.

  Also, I would like to thank the voice actors, writers, and staff who created the drama CD that was included with the release of this book.

  Lastly, I would like to thank you, the reader.

  I feel that books five, six, and seven were written in very quick succession (so quick that I’ve lost quite a bit of weight), so I plan on taking a bit more time on book eight. Please look forward to the next installment.

  Thank you for reading all the way to the end.

  Until next time!

  Fujino Omori

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