Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 2 Read Free Page A

glowing.
    Yes, she’s very cute.
    I am totally taken in by the charms of this new Eina.
    “Do you think I’m strange for getting excited about buying possibly dangerous equipment?”
    “N-no, not at all!” I vigorously shake my head, but Eina just giggles.
Whoa, whoa…
    Eina is probably a contender for the first or second most popular Guild member among all adventurers. I wonder if all half-elves are like her…
    “Ahem. Anyway, Bell?”
    “W-what is it?”
    “What do you think? Seeing me out of uniform? Anything to say?”
    She looks up at me with the eyes of a mischievous child.
    Whoa, whoa, now…
    “You look…well…much younger than usual.”
    “Hey! I’m still only nineteen, you know!”
    “Owowowowowow!!!!!”
    Eina whips her thin white arm around my neck, putting me in a headlock.
    As I try to escape, my neck slips into her armpit, my cheek rubbing up against a very soft bulge…
    “Hey! Say you’re sorry!!”
    “P-please, forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” I yell with all my might over the sound of Eina’s amused laughter.

    “It’s been a while since I’ve been out shopping like this.”
    “Really? I’m surprised that people can leave someone like you alone…especially guys.”
    “Hee-hee, you’re good, Bell. But it’s true. I’ve been busy at work ever since I started at the Guild.”
    The sky is a bright, clear blue.
    Perfect for a date…is not what I’m trying to say, but the weather is very calming. I follow Ms. Eina southward on North Main, a cooling breeze at my back.
    The main streets are always busy at this time of day. It’s difficult toget anywhere. Employees of stores both large and small stand outside trying to bring in customers. I could swear the ground shakes when a dwarf yells out his store’s special deals.
    A few of them call out to Eina (apparently mistaking me for a manservant) but she just waves them off with a friendly grin. One animal-person clerk looks really happy when she flashes him a smile.
    “Um, can I ask where we’re going today? If we keep going this way, we’ll end up at the Dungeon…”
    “Would you be angry if I said ‘Not knowing is part of the fun’? Okay, I’ll tell you.”
    Orario has eight main streets all extending out from the core. There’s one that goes north, one that goes northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest. If you think about it from a bird’s-eye view, there are four thick lines intersecting in the middle of the city.
    The Dungeon is right where they all come together.
    But on ground level, the main streets all meet at Central Park. It’s right in front of us now. In the center of the park is an overwhelmingly large building. It blocks more and more of my view of southern Orario as I wait for Eina’s answer.
    “Our destination is…the Dungeon.”
    “Whaaaaaaa?”
    “The tower above the Dungeon—Babel, to be more specific.”
    Babel Tower functions as a lid over the Dungeon itself. It’s that big building casting a massive shadow over western Orario right now.
    Being a “lid,” Babel is used to monitor and control the Dungeon entrance.
    Managed by the Guild, it’s a building that adventurers see very often.
    “Babel…Isn’t it just a public facility and a…shower room for adventurers?”
    “You really are clueless, aren’t you? But you’ve only been an adventurer for a few weeks, so I guess it can’t be helped. Right, then, you’re gonna get some useful information today.”
    I remember all too well her Spartan style of “summarizing” useful information about the Dungeon, and to be honest, that look in her eyes is scaring me.
    Praying that it won’t get as intense as that time, I brace myself for the incoming lecture.
    “Just like you said, there are shower rooms for adventurers as well as public facilities inside the tower under the Guild’s control. Did you know there are a cafeteria, hospital, and even an Exchange in Babel?”
    “Huh? I thought that the Exchanges at the