Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 6 Read Online Free PDF

them somehow manage to stumble to their feet, lending a shoulder or two to their unconscious prum ally, and follow their leader out the door.
    The last of them gone, a tranquil calm falls within the bar.
    …Did he just…help me?
    Loki Familia
forced the other group of adventurers out…For the life of me, I have no idea why Mr. Bete would do something like that.
    My mind stops racing and I wipe the dried blood off of my face…Slowly but surely.
    The werewolf steps forward; he’s coming right toward me.
    “Eh?” comes out of my suddenly tight throat, and I’m not the only one. The adventurers who witnessed our brawl waste no time in getting out of Bete’s way. My butt’s still on the floor as I look up at his imposing figure. He comes to a stop right in front of my feet.
    My heart trembles. The feeling of being made into a laughingstock that night rears its ugly head in the back of my mind.
    He made me feel like a fool in front of Aiz. I could do nothing, only run away. That despair threatens to take over my mind once again when suddenly I see his left hand reaching down to me.
    He’s extending his hand—but there’s no time to take it. He grabs hold of my collar and forcefully pulls me up.
    I can’t breathe.
    “—Know yer place.”
    He pulls me up to his face, nose to nose.
    The rage burning in his eyes is overwhelming. No sound comes out of my mouth; I have to nod. I can feel the strength pulsing in his fingers. Just keeping eye contact is terrifying.
    Then he lets me go, dropping me on the spot.
Thump!
Pain shoots up my legs and into my back as soon as I hit the floor. Mr. Bete’s mouth twitches before he turns around and walks toward the door himself, anger emanating from his back. His tail swishing looks like an ash-colored flame in his wake.
    The rest of the adventurers in his group quickly jump to their feet. One of them sets some money on the counter as all of them follow him outside.
    First the handsome man and his group, then
Loki Familia
leave Hibachitei.
    “Are you okay, Mr. Bell?”
    “Damn those guys, what were they trying to pull…?”
    Lilly sits down next to me as Welf massages his lower back, eyes still on the door.
    I nod at Lilly and follow Welf’s gaze. The door is still open. I can see the dark back street and even a piece of the night sky. I touch my face and instantly feel pain course through my swollen lip.
    The bar staff is already hard at work, throwing away broken chairs and tables and sweeping up the splinters that litter the floor.
    We’re the only ones left, but none of us knows what to say.

    A little time has passed since the brawl at Hibachitei.
    Welf, Lilly, and I have made our way to a hidden room under an old church,
Hestia Familia
’s home.
    “Ohh, so there was a fight,” the goddess calmly says as she rubs medical cream on my face—it’s cheap stuff, so anyone in Orario can buy it. My face tenses up whenever her fingers pass over one of my many cuts and nicks.
    We’re here to explain to her in our own words what happened and heal up at the same time.
    We’re not hurt
too
badly, but the goddess was extremely surprised to see us covered in bumps and bruises when we arrived. Lilly told her what happened and the goddess seemed to accept her explanation. We apologized to the bar’s owner after the fight and told him that
Hestia Familia
would pay for the damages.
    “Turns out you’re a bit more rambunctious than I thought, Bell. I’m kind of happy about that, but it makes me sad, too…”
    “Mr. Bell has been acting like Mr. Welf! Mr. Bell has been behaving more and more like a violent adventurer ever since he met Mr. Welf!”
    “Hey, hey, you know that’s not true…Wait a sec, there has got to be a nicer way to say that!”
    The goddess’s gentle fingers glide across my face as we sit side by side on the bed. Lilly and Welf are on the sofa directly next to us. The two of them have been arguing ever since Lilly claimed that only an idiot would waste a potion