The Good-for-Nothing Archer

"So? What brings you here?"

Having recovered from the damage to his crotch, Egor sipped the tea Sonia had brewed inside the hut.

A bottle of liquor sat beside him. After finishing his tea, he reached for the bottle, but Sonia beat him to it and confiscated it.

"No, Grandpa. You've been drinking through the night for days, remember?"

"Ohhh... My one source of joy..."

Egor's shoulders drooped.

After they had lived together for a while, the balance of power had apparently been settled.

Sulking, Egor swirled his tea and kept staring at the leaves.

"To put it simply, we've found ourselves needing to gather the SS-rank adventurers. I want your help."

"Come to think of it, I heard something about a disciplinary inquiry."...