A Gentle Noble's Vacation Recommendation

The setting was a certain tavern.

Avoiding the usual noisy, crowded taverns filled with loud drunks—which were known for being cheap, quick, and busy—today was different. This place had an atmosphere more like a bar. Still, it was a proper tavern, so there was no shortage of drinks.

Inside the tavern, four women surrounded a single table, clinking their glasses together.

After all, today was a lively girls' gathering—a rare and enjoyable time that hardly ever happened in the adventurer circles.

“Ah, it’s so nice to have more girls around.”

“P-pleased to meet you!”

In response to the soft voice of one female adventurer, the rookie adventurer—tallest among the four—responded shyly.

The first was a mid-level hand axe user, who fought with a well-balanced style, wielding a buckler in one hand. The other was a newcomer who had just become an adventurer a month ago and hadn’t yet found a weapon that suited her, so she was using a spear she could handle for now.

“I wish we could do this girls-only drinking more often, but it’s so hard to gather everyone.”

“Me too, but I guess it’s even harder for adventurers.”

The veteran archer, who was the leader of the spear user’s group, downed her ale, and the slightly older female staff member working at the adventurers' guild chuckled softly.

Being among the few female adventurers, they shared a unique connection. There were many things they could only talk about with other women—mainly complaints or love stories.

“Thank you so much for keeping me company today!”

“It’s no problem. When I was new, I had people help me too.”

“Yeah, I want to support hardworking girls like you.”

“You don’t need to be so considerate as a rookie.”

But this time, the gathering was a girls' party specifically for the rookie adventurer.

Seeing the newcomer feeling down because she hadn’t yet formed a fixed party, the archer reached out to her. “If you want to talk, I’m here,” she said. The rookie nodded with a pitiful expression.

The archer quickly gathered members, and that’s how they came to be here. Everyone agreed without hesitation.

“Ooh, this is delicious!”

“We usually can’t have things like this.”

“When you order salad or something, you get complaints, right?”

“Is that because of the party?”

“Exactly.”

Neither the archer nor the hand axe user was particularly bothered by that.

They had gotten used to it, you might say. You can’t fuss over it every time, and they certainly didn’t have enough money to order different dishes every time. Of course, sometimes they indulged like tonight.

“Boys sure eat a lot.”

“They eat way too much. And have you heard? They say things like, ‘I want bigger arms’ or ‘If I slack off, I lose weight and that’s a problem.’”

“My guys say the same! Something about muscles! So unfair, always the boys!”

“Oh well, it’s nice to be able to eat a lot; it’s a sign of good health.”

The hand axe user was about to protest, “That’s not the point,” but the archer quickly popped a pickle into her mouth, silencing her with a dissatisfied glare.

This wasn’t the tavern of rowdy adventurers where shouting was the norm. They couldn’t be too loud here.

“You two seem pretty close with your party members.”

The rookie slumped her shoulders and muttered softly. The three others looked at her.

The female staff gently patted her curled-up back. The archer set a glass of ale in front of her.

“Well, I think I understand what you’re worried about.”

“Huh?”

The rookie’s face brightened at the archer’s words.

“You can’t find anyone to accept requests with you, right?”

“Y-yes, that’s it!”

“We went through the same thing.”

To the rookie, both the archer and hand axe user were veterans.

Such skilled adventurers had similar experiences before. Of course, they weren’t at their current level from the start. They were just as much beginners as she was.

Still, the rookie thought of another cause and slumped again.