The Way to Absolute Dungeon Administration – There Is No Reason To Meet With the Opponent!

Volume 01 Chapter 21: I Let My Guard Down!?

“Alright, Mauve’s out, but let’s move on to Raya and Curse. Go ahead.”

First, for my peace of mind, I need to say something.

All characters in this story are 18 or older!!

Got it? All characters are 18 or older!!

So, whatever happens, it’s legal.

Nah, I wouldn’t do that.

I have to mutter this to myself, or guilt will eat me alive.

Kid slaves? Even I feel bad about that.

So, let’s assume they’re adults.

“Got it. I’ll go first. Sorry, Curse.”

“No big deal, order doesn’t matter.”

Raya and Curse step forward with their three slaves.

“Basically, I picked people who could help with security or as guards, per Yuki’s instructions.”

Raya explains his selection criteria. Unlike Mauve, very practical choices.

Makes it harder to tease, though.

“Hi, I’m Riel. Catman Tribe. As Raya-san said, I can handle weapons to some extent. If we’re building a village or town here, I think I can be useful.”

Riel, level 18. About 150 cm tall. Black-and-white mixed very short hair, like a high school freshman? Cat ears, of course.

Slender build, could be a model.

…Huh? So far, no… uglies. Why are they all beauties?

If this is this world’s standard, I wanna smack the god who set Earth’s.

“I’m Kaya. Foxman Tribe. Good at fire magic. Weapon’s staff technique. …Nice to meet you.”

“W-Wait, Kaya, you gotta introduce yourself properly! It’s rude. This guy’s gonna be our master. Sorry!! Kaya-chan’s always like this.”

Riel jumps in to cover for her. I’m not expecting instant respect or kneeling.

Kaya-chan, huh. Looks like a third-year middle schooler, maybe 150-something cm?

Fox ears, long blonde hair, tail too.

Average build, but well-balanced, nice to look at.

…If someone read my inner evaluations, I’d look like a creep.

Oh, level 12, high magic. Got it—Raya picked her as a magic-capable guard. Muscle-only soldiers are a hassle.

“U-Um! I’m Filia! Dwarf! …I’m still small, so I’ve only seen smithing! But I’ll work hard!!”

Filia-chan, neck-and-neck with Asrin for elementary school vibes. Early 140s cm?

Lively, clear responses. Brown ponytail.

Level 2, fitting her size, but she’s got weirdly specific smithing skills like [Smithing Priestess] and [Smithing Blessing].

This kid’s something else, huh?

Gotta admit, she’s a find.

But why’s she here? She’s clearly a kid!!

All characters in this story are 18 or older!!

“Looking forward to working with you. Riel, don’t think it’s just about security or physical work—find what you want to do. Kaya, let’s try to get along. Filia, like I told Asrin, if you can’t help now, just work hard later. Let’s do this together.”

“Yes, I’ll do my best!!”

“…Got it.”

“I’ll study hard!!”

I pat Filia’s head, the youngest. If I patted Asrin but not her, it’d feel like favoritism, right?

Also, for anyone thinking I’d mess with Asrin, patting kids’ heads as an adult is proof of my maturity.

“So, Raya. Your logic makes sense, but Filia doesn’t fit, does she?”

“Yeah, she seemed talented. Thought you could help her grow. Curse agreed. With kids around, we need to think about successors for the village or town.”

Got it. Unlike a certain loli-out, he’s thinking long-term.

“Alright, my turn. I went for administrative types. One’s picked for growth, like Raya said. Honestly, though, it’s about money. Combat or educated slaves are pricey. Forgive me.”

Curse gives a wry smile. Bringing nine was ambitious, but money’s an issue.

When I sent Mauve and them shopping, I gave them gems from Dungeon Points, but this dungeon’s brand-new. Probably didn’t amount to much.

“Pardon me. I’m Milly, human. I worked as a receptionist at the adventurer’s guild in Mauve-san’s town. I can handle paperwork and some arithmetic.”

Milly, college student vibes, black short hair with bangs. Around 160 cm.

Level 14, curvy figure.

Classic Curse—perfect for an admin role.

But someone from Mauve’s town as a slave…

Milly must’ve caught my look.

“I feel guilty being the only one Curse-san bought and saved. But if I work hard here, maybe I can help others, right? Then I’m fine. Let me work.”

No trace of worry on her face. She’ll do great.

“Hey~ I’m Ratsu, Rabbitman Tribe. Was a merchant. Got caught in this mess and became a slave… but working under you seems like I’ll be treated like a person, so that’s a relief.”

Ratsu, high schooler-ish? Tall, probably 170 cm.

Wavy long pink hair… Pink!! Why does it feel normal!?

Wait, Lulua’s was blue, right!?

Anyway. Level 16. This world’s average level’s getting hazy.

Rabbit ears, naturally!! Balanced figure.

“Technically a merchant, but I sold stuff on foot, so I’ve got some strength too. I can help either way.”

Makes sense—her level’s decent for that.

And the last one…

“I’m Labiris. Succubus Tribe. I don’t have any particular skills.”

Labiris, elementary schooler size. Barely 140 cm.

Purple twintails. Crazy color, but it feels normal.

The issue’s her figure. These slaves came in pretty skimpy clothes.

I didn’t ask about this world’s slave treatment, but all nine are like this, so it’s probably standard.

Labiris’s problem? Her chest is huge. Skimpy, sleeveless clothes make it clear it’s real.

How big? Among the curvy crew—Eris, Milly—she’s third biggest.

For her height, isn’t she top-tier?

Terrifying Succubus Tribe? Or is she special?

Doesn’t matter to mature, gentlemanly me.

But here’s where I slipped. I skimmed her level and skills because of her chest.

“Looking forward to working with you. Milly, let’s save your people together. Ratsu, I’m counting on your merchant knowledge. Labiris, work hard with Asrin and Filia.”

“Yes!!”

“Sure thing, leave it to me~”

“…?”

I pat Labiris’s head too—no discrimination. I’m not a lolicon.

My iron will won’t break.

Then Labiris speaks.

“…Are you a Doppelganger? …Not the real Yuki, right? Where’s the real one?”

…I’m currently using a max-fidelity Doppelganger, generated with Dungeon Points, for remote operation.

Elju’s fake was also a Doppelganger. I’ll explain later, but the issue is…

“…I have a skill, [Eye of Truth]. Are you the Dungeon Master’s kin? I don’t get it, but I want to talk to the real Yuki. …Call him.”

My identity’s exposed in front of all nine slaves.

Not sure if they’ll all believe her, though.