A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

he city, Mag stowed his bicycle away in a safe place.
The path outside the city was very bumpy, and not suitable for cycling.
Mag had considered purchasing an off-road vehicle from the system, but decided against it after hearing the expensive quote and taking into consideration the fuel prices.

The mercenaries emerged from city gates.
Among them were massive forest trolls over five meters tall with tree trunks for legs, abyss demons riding atop their porcupine battle boar steeds, goblins lined up in orderly units, and giant dragons gliding through the air overhead.
All of them were heading into the wilderness.

“Father, are we mercenaries as well?” Amy sat on Mag’s shoulders with excitement on her face.

“We are.
We accepted a mission from the mercenary unison, so of course we’re mercenaries.” Mag nodded with a smile.
These scenes were also making his heart rate accelerate, and a savage facet of himself seemed to be manifesting in his heart.

“Mercenaries aren’t caretakers for little girls, buddy,” a knight yelled as he brushed past Mag on horseback.

His words instantly drew raucous laughter from the mercenaries around them.
Many of them turned to look at Mag with curiosity, wondering why he was taking a little half-elf girl into the wilderness without even a horse for a steed.

Furthermore, aside from the strange-looking backpack on his back, he was only carrying a longish blade that didn’t even look like a proper weapon.
As opposed to a professional mercenary, he looked more like a father taking her daughter out on a hike.

Mag didn’t pay any heed to the ridicule directed toward him by the mercenaries.
All mercenaries enjoyed a bit of banter, and they bore no actual ill will toward him.
Besides, how were they supposed to know that he was carrying the most delicious condiments in his backpack, and that the blade he was carrying was the ideal weapon for killing Ironhide Bulls, the bull-slaying blade?

“My father is the best mercenary and the best best best knight!” Mag didn’t pay them any heed, but Amy was not very happy.

All of the mercenaries began to laugh even more boisterously at the sight of the serious expression on Amy’s little face.

Right at that moment, a carriage being drawn by three unicorns stopped beside Mag and Amy.
A woman was standing on the carriage, and she asked, “Hey, where are you going?”

Mag turned to discover a beautiful woman with long flowing red hair.
The light of the rising sun lent her tanned skin a pink hue, and her red and black leather armor was unable to fully conceal her voluptuous chest.
Her miniature leather shorts revealed most of her long and athletic legs, drawing even more attention from the nearby bystanders.
There was a boomerang over a meter in length strapped to her back, and she was surveying Mag and Amy with curiosity in her beautiful hazel eyes.
She gave off the air of a feral leopard hunting for prey.

There were seven other mercenaries sitting in her carriage, among which were orcs, demons, humans, and even an elf.
It was clearly a small mercenary party.

A huntress! That was the first thought that occurred to Mag.
However, he couldn’t see any of the disdain and ridicule in her eyes that could be seen on the faces of the other mercenaries.
He hesitated momentarily before replying, “We’re going to the Illusionary Mist Valley.”

“Illusionary Mist Valley?” Sivir faltered momentarily before asking, “Are you hunting for Ironhide Bulls as well?”

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