As soon as the newcomer walked into the tavern, he raised his hand and discharged nine large gold coins on the bar. "Boss, come to a carriage, I'll go fight the demons." "Okay, you're satisfied," the hotel owner was happy to accommodate any request from his guests, looking at his shiny face, "please put your gear up and check it in." Water guns, potted plants, slimes. "No, you don't have to put it up." The owner kindly reminded. "Not a female companion," corrected the brave, "it's a female magazine, and by the way, the wetter the carriage, the better." The dwarf brave man drove away in a wagon full of mushrooms. Go and go back. ——Excerpt from "The Brave Bewilderment Award"