The Traditional Hero Story (20)

The madam's bewitching voice caressed my ears.

It was sticky and seductive, as though a tongue were caressing me.

No, was she a siren or something? Bewitching people with her voice.

I tried to confirm it with Observation just in case, but as expected, Observation didn't work.

“Would there be any other reason for coming to find an information broker?”

“Hoho, that is trueee.”

As I desperately resisted the temptation and answered boldly,

the madam, looking slightly surprised and seemingly proud,

as if, for instance, she were looking at a pet dog that had successfully learned to use the toilet,

looked at me and gave me a pleasant smile...