Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Vol. 4 by Fujino Omori

now would be a good idea.”
    Runoa calmly walks past the scene, carrying a ton of dirty dishes in her arms, and gives the man a friendly warning.
    He’s completely outnumbered in a small space, but he looks like he’s itching for a fight. Am I seeing this right?
    “Ah—ah, there they go.” I can feel the eyes again, and many people are saying things. But they’re not scared, it’s like they knew this was going to happen. Their stares move past me and onto the man. He’s on his own little island now, and the center of attention.
    “…Wh-what the hell are you people?!”
    Bathed in a magic-stone lamp spotlight, the man reaches behind his back and draws a white blade.
    It’s a shortsword. He’s consumed with rage, his body shaking. There’s no way to tell when he’ll make his move.
    The staff of The Benevolent Mistress all have their eyes locked on him.
    Zing!
A shiver shoots down my spine.
    I have a feeling things won’t end well for this guy. Just then—
    An
explosion
comes from a different direction.
    What is it this time?!
    Every head in the room snaps in the new direction with blinding speed…And now I’m really lost for words.
    The counter…It was waist height just a moment ago, but now it’s in the shape of a large
V
. The poor customers sitting at the counter…Their mouths are hanging open in shock.
    And standing at the base of the
V
is Mia, her outstretched fist right in the center.
    Runoa and all the other waitresses suddenly shiver with fright.
    “If you wanna brawl, take it outside. This place is for eatin’ and drinkin’.”
    Silence falls over the entire bar. All the waitresses immediately break eye contact with Mia and go back to work.
    Finally, Mia stands up straight and squares her shoulders directly at the adventurer himself.
    “And you, ya blockhead. Be sure an’ take those idiot lumps on the floor out with ya. If ya try an’ cause any more ruckus—y’all will wind up six feet below my bar.”
    Doesn’t that mean he’ll be
…A bead of sweat rolls down my face as the adventurer silently nods up and down.
    Lifting his fallen comrades up by their shoulders, he makes for the door with his buddies’ feet dragging behind him.
    “Hey, crap-fer-brains! You gotta pay first!!”
    “Y-yes, ma’am!!”
    The man drops what looks to be all his money onto the floor infear of Mia’s rage. A bag full of coins clinks as it hit the ground at her feet.
    After the three of them practically fall through the door, the usual din of the bar starts back up again. Prums start drinking and singing as if nothing ever happened, their voices echoing through the building.
    A bar where Level 2 parties run away in fright…
    All I could do was watch…
    “My apologies, I have destroyed the atmosphere on your special night.”
    “N-no, don’t worry about it…”
    “Hee-hee, Miss Lyu really is very strong…Lilly’s lower back is still tingling.”
    I’m still trying to shake off the panic that overtook me, and here’s Lilly teasing Lyu about her apology.
    Am I the only one here who’s not used to something like this…?
    Tension is still in the air from what just happened when Syr suddenly claps her hands together and stands up.
    “Well, shall we try this again from the start?”
    …She’s pretty strong, too.
    She orders a new round of drinks for all of us and a moment later we’re clinking glasses again. I can’t help but smile as I watch her work.
    Once again I’ve been reminded of what the staff of The Benevolent Mistress is capable of doing.
    After that, we enjoy good food and ale well into the night.

    Beautiful blue skies and a light breeze in my face.
    It’s the morning after my party at the bar.
    Using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun, I look up at the massive structure in front of me.
    A white tower, Babel.
    I’ve decided to go to
Hephaistos Familia
’s weapon shop to find the equipment I need.
    I don’t have to worry about the quality of weapons and armor sold here.