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Leather has been faithfully dealing with the rich idiot to do my bidding and increase the guild vault.

I have been busy these days, though not to the same extent.

I was regularly visited by an unknown man who wanted love advice.

"My guild is not here to talk about love advice."

The gorgeously decorated guild's guest treatment room.

I sat down at the master's table, pretending to have a headache and pressing my temples tightly together.

"That's why I pay you more."

The man sitting across from me placed a large pouch on the table. The sound of gold coins hitting each other was quite heavy.

His identity was hidden by a mask that ended at the tip of his nose, and he had murky golden hair.

I looked into his beautiful eyes, which looked like a gradation of half gold and half red paint, and intentionally grumbled.

"If anyone hears it, they'll think I'm accepting it for money."

"You're not?"

"No."

Hmph. I crossed my arms to show that I was not moved by money, and I raised my chin in a torrent of speech, whereupon I gracefully crossed my legs.

In fact, there was a complicated reason why I, who had only accepted requests for adultery, accepted the ridiculous request for "love advice."

The first was because this man was the only client who knew that Leather was not the real master.

'How did he find out?'

The second was that the "first request record" I left myself with this man was absurdly insincere.

'Love advice. I wrote just two words.'

It was strange.

I didn't go ahead with the consultation from the start, nor was I open-minded enough to interview the man who finally came to me for "love advice".

So I thought hard about what on earth I had discussed with him about love, but I could only picture what I was sitting across from the man, but could not recall the details of the conversation.

'What is it.'

So I gladly accepted the second time the man came to talk about his love affairs. I thought I'd remember how the first consultation was when I met him.

However, there was nothing unusual except for glaring at me carefully, saying, "Why isn't it working?" I wondered what he was doing, so I met him three times, four times, and then five times.

"The dessert shop you recommended at the time was good."

I stopped in my tracks when a voice praised my discernment.

Well, I thought he'd be satisfied. It's the kind of gourmet restaurant where two people can eat together and three people can die and not even know it.

The edges of my mouth twitched up in delight at having spread the word about such a delicious restaurant to a man I didn't even know. After all, a compliment makes cats- or rather, whales- leap to their feet.

"Right?"

"Yes, the lady seemed quite satisfied."

"I knew it. Have you tried the green grape tarts?"

"No."

"Oh, dear. You missed the most important thing."

I felt truly sorry for him.

The dessert store I told you about was famous for tarts made of seasonal fruits.

The only flaw is that you can't eat it unless you go quickly because it's made in such a small amount.

'When I went with Reynos, there was only one left, so I ate it alone.'

I was going to eat with him, but Reynos gave me a break, saying that he didn't like sweet things. I knew he loved sweet things, but I thought he was a nice guy.

'I'll definitely go back and buy it for him later.'

"Not the tarts there, but the crepes. Please try it later. Have you been to the opera house? I heard that the voice of the heroine was so good."

"No, I didn't have much time."

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Then now-"

I spread the map I had brought on the table. It showed the locations of cafes, dessert stores, bakeries, workshops, and other stores suitable for a date in the capital.

I indicated one point on the map with the tip of my pen.

"Have you been to this bakery?"

"Yes."

It meant he had gone. Then exclude it.

"What about here?"

"Not yet."

Alright, I'll put this on the next date course.

I checked the places I recommended in the previous consultation as if I were checking my homework. The man answered honestly.

After confirming it like that, I asked a question to the man sitting as if he were any royal to plan a new dating course.

"Is there any particular place you want to go?"

"Focusing mainly on good restaurants. She said she liked to eat delicious things."

"Meat? Pasta? Ravioli-"

"She said it doesn't really matter what kind."

"Aha."

I haven't seen anyone who really doesn't care. That's the hardest spell in the world.

'I'll just recommend what I like.'

This is the fault of those who did not order clearly. It means that they won't know if they blame me later.

I looked at the map, touching my chin to the pen.

I made sure to include places famous for their steaks, but not this one. I'd focus on the most popular places, and take into account the traffic flow...

I picked places I thought I might go to and started writing on an empty piece of paper next to the map. Because I wrote with a hand unaccustomed to hiding my identity, my handwriting was wiggly, but not so wiggly as to be unrecognizable.

The man stared at my actions, then paused from time to time, saying, "What about here?" He asked questions like this.

"Why isn't this restaurant on the list of candidates? Marquis Vincent recommended- no, I heard it was a good place."

"Here? Who told you that? Marquis Vincent built it roughly to steal money, so it's a mess. Well, if you want to break up, I won't stop you."

"... No."

I saw the man's hand tremble in an instant. Apparently, he was angry at the person who gave the wrong information.

'Where did you hear that nonsense?'

It's a fact that you can see right away if you're just a little social.

'Isn't he a noble? Or does he live apart from society?'

I nodded my head but continued to do what I had to do.

Hmmm, nice. Let's use this dating course, in a different order and in a few different places, and I'll use this too.

These days our dates were thoroughly initiated by me. He suggested the headwinds first, too, but I didn't want to let a busy person set the course as well.

Unfortunately, I didn't know that Reynos would try to sneak out his notebook with a bitter look on his face.

"Here, this week's recommended course."

Phew, I made it up, but it's a great date course.

I wiped some sweat and pushed the paper to the man. Then the man, who nodded, started writing in his notebook.

I stared at his busy pen and then opened my mouth to the thought of it.

"By the way, do you have any friends?"

"... What?"

The man who had been diligently writing down the information was startled. He seemed bewildered by the rootless question.

I shrugged my shoulders, meaning I wasn't asking seriously.

"No, well. Don't you usually have this kind of conversation with your friends?"

Not with a guild master in the underworld.

The man seemed to be having trouble replying. If it had been before, he would have cut me off sharply, "Please don't ask me for personal information," but after meeting him five times, he seemed to have softened to a point.

"I have no one to call that."

"Oh."

If so, it is understandable that he keeps coming to me to consult with me about love.

"First love?"

"Does it look like that?"

The man pushed up his eyebrows with a familiar look.

From his behavior, I was convinced. It was his first love.

I felt sorry for him. It would be suffocating to be in love for the first time and have nowhere to turn to ask.

My heart ached as I recalled my first love, which suddenly ended in regret.

'Fighting, sir. Have a beautiful relationship without regrets.'

I gazed at the man who was taking notes with great care. At the same time, I asked questions with the heart of a senior who wanted to help their junior.

"How's your dating going?"

"...? Why do you ask that?"

"I wanted to help you. If you're having a hard time or don't know anything, ask me."

"It's going well, so don't worry about it."

"Aha."

Eii, tsk.

I leaned my back against the sofa and pouted my lips. I tried to help him, but it hurt my feelings when he said it that way.

The man glanced at me from his notebook. Then he mumbled lowly, perhaps realizing that he had come off too aggressively.

"I've been reading books about relationships. Do you have any recommendations?"

"Books?"

"Yes, the ones I've read so far are "You Too Can Escape From Being Single if You Keep This in Mind," "101 Wolf Techniques to Make the Lady Fall in Love at Once," "What Makes a Successful Man in Love Different?" and "If You Want to Win Love, Look at This Book," and also--"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. What are you reading?"

I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

The man, who realized something was wrong with my reaction, asked anxiously.

"What's the matter?"

"Why do you look at those?"

"To study?"