Chapter 4 – New Home
<span style="font-weight:400">— Leon —
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… this is where we part. If you guys ever need anything, juste find me. I’ll do my best to help you out,” Paul said, a hint of guilt in his voice.
<span style="font-weight:400">No, not a hint. There was quite a bit of guilt there.
<span style="font-weight:400">Lina, who had been giving Paul the cold shoulder for the past week, released a long sigh.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right. Just… take care of Leon and Zenny. Leon especially deserves to finally have a good ce to call home,” Lina said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And take care of the new kid too, got it? If Zennyes running back to me crying because you cheated or were a bad father, I’ll race back here to make you regret it,” she said with a re.
<span style="font-weight:400">“H-Haha! Yeah, I get it, I get it,” Paul returned.
<span style="font-weight:400">Looking at the slightly gloomy group, I couldn’t help but feel my mouth twist into a frown.
<span style="font-weight:400">The Fangs of the ck Wolf was a party of misfits, and as much as a rash, womanizing man Paul was, he was the binding glue that brought them all together, both inbat and in regr interactions.
<span style="font-weight:400">So, with him retiring into fatherhood, the obvious result was the dissolution of the party.
<span style="font-weight:400">While most parties wouldn’t be that effected if they were disbanded, these guys were a bit different.
<span style="font-weight:400">As a band of outcasts, this party was the only ce they had felt weed.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was the only ce that felt like home.
<span style="font-weight:400">This was also why Lina was pissed at the guy, as his constant sex drive was what led us to this point, and also why Paul was rightfully feeling guilty.
<span style="font-weight:400">But it seemed that she could ept the situation since Zenith was happy, and since I would be living a somewhat normal life, safe from the dangers and erratic lifestyle of adventurers.
<span style="font-weight:400">I then made my way over to Ghiine, who was also in a downcast mood, at least judging by her drooping ears, before I gestured with my arms for her to pick me up.
<span style="font-weight:400">Smiling at me, she granted my request, and I immediately wrapped my arms around her neck.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure you can’t stay with us, Big Sis?” I asked, trying not to release the dam of tears I was holding back.
<span style="font-weight:400">While I definitely feltfortable being with Mama and could endure being with Paul, I was saddened that I would be leaving this little family of mine.
<span style="font-weight:400">They were the people I had been with for most of my life, after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, Leon. I’m going to the Sword Sanctum after this to hone my strength. Hopefully, by the next time we see each other, I will be a Sword King,” she said, gently patting my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Right. These people also had their own lives.
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t hold them back because of my selfishness, no matter how much I wanted to.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But… we’ll see each other again, right?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course,” she nodded. “So get bigger and stronger, and make sure to take care of your sibling and those two. You know that Paul isn’t very smart.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey!” Paul shouted in indignation.
<span style="font-weight:400">Giggling at her insult, I sniffled back the snot that had built up in my nose.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will… but, I’ll miss you, Big Sis.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I as well… here, take this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She then took off the wooden ring she kept on her finger before handing it to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was covered in scratches, showing its age and use, and reflected a slight greenish tint under the sunlight.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is a talisman that is passed down in my n. They say it protects the wearer from bad wolves at night, but to me, it’s simply a keepsake,” she exined.
<span style="font-weight:400">Taking the ring, I took a nce at it before returning my gaze to her eye.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure, Big Sis? It’s… it’s special to you, isn’t it?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That is why I want you to have it. Wear it,” she insisted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Umm… it, doesn’t fit though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Oh.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nearly burst into another round of giggles from her frozen expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hehe, don’t worry! I’ll keep it as a ne until I’m big enough to wear it. I’ll keep it safe, I promise,” I said as I narrowed my eyes, trying to convey my sincerity.
<span style="font-weight:400">But she only smiled in response, as if my sincerity was only cute to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good boy,” she said, patting my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Letting me down, I then walked over to Lina, who picked me up without asking and smothered me into her chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uuu~ Little Leon! I’m gonna miss you! Make sure to keep Paul in line, okay? And make sure Zenny is taking care of herself-”
<span style="font-weight:400">With her giving me a lecture that could contend with one that Mama would give Paul, she eventually wrapped up our talk by setting me down, giving me a wet kiss on the cheek as she got ready to leave.
<span style="font-weight:400">And, not a few minutester, with Geese and Talhand saying their farewell, the remains of the now-disbanded Fangs of the ck Wolf departed, leaving me and my new family alone outside the walls of Roa, the fortress city of the Fittoa Region of the Asura Kingdom.
<span style="font-weight:400">While it was not my first time seeing a walled city, as many cities near monster-infested ces had ample defences, this was the first time I had been to Roa.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t understand the family dynamic that was going on too well, but from what I could pick up, Paul’s old family was of the Greyrats, specifically, the Notos branch.
<span style="font-weight:400">And this ce here was ruled by the Boreas line of the same family.
<span style="font-weight:400">The two family lines likely held bad blood, if my knowledge of medieval families was correct, so this ‘cousin’ of Paul’s probably hated his guts.
<span style="font-weight:400">But then again, perhaps the fact that Paul discarded his Notos name gave him merit instead.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright… I’ll deal with Philip alone. After all, he’s got quite the slick tongue. You two just stay behind, okay?” Paul said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you say so… h-husband,” Mama replied.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ugh… now I’ll have to deal with these two as newlyweds.
<span style="font-weight:400">Alone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ghiine… Lina…e back, please. I’m begging you.
<span style="font-weight:400">Walking through therge gate of the ginormous walls, I couldn’t help but gasp as the city itselfes into view.
<span style="font-weight:400">The mix of brown wood, grey stone, and white ster created an appealing contrast as we walked past the stalls and shops that lined the cobblestone streets.
<span style="font-weight:400">As you approached the city centre, therger and richer the buildings became, and at the very centre of the city was arge castle, its towers piercing the cityscape.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that very castle was where we were headed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Quite high ss… I sure hope Paul isn’t in over his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">As we passed through the castle gate, it appeared that Paul had the foresight to notify them ahead of time, as we were admitted by the guards without any trouble.
<span style="font-weight:400">Walking through the courtyard, I couldn’t help but marvel at the various nts and flowers that adorned the flowerbeds, as well as the towering walls of the surrounding castle.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wow… nobles were loaded, huh?
<span style="font-weight:400">And there were even stained-ss windows!
<span style="font-weight:400">Following the beastfolk maid, we eventually found ourselves in a lobby-like room, with a pair of fancy couches and various decors lining the walls.
<span style="font-weight:400">Thinking about it now, nearly every maid I had seen so far in this castle has been of the beast race.
<span style="font-weight:400">I suppose these guys had a type, huh?
<span style="font-weight:400">My thoughts are interrupted as a man enters through the door, his steps calm and practised, holding a certain elegance to them.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! Wee, Paul Notos Greyrat. This must be the Zenith and Leon you mentioned in your letter,” he said, his eyes narrowing with his smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know I’ve already cast away the Notos name, so just call me Paul Greyrat.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Mama then curtsied, “And I am Zenith Latreia, though I’ve also discarded my noble lineage. And this here is…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leon. Leon Greyrat,” I said, finishing my words with a small bow.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man seems to find my attempt at manners cute, or at least amusing, as his smile grew wider.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re quite mature for such a young age. About as young as my daughter, if I were to guess. Anyway, I am Philip Boreas Greyrat. Please feel free to take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the couch.
<span style="font-weight:400">Taking a seat next to Mama, I took another look at the man who was, hopefully, going to soon be Paul’s boss.
<span style="font-weight:400">He had a slender physique, brown hair that was a tone darker than Paul’s, and a sharp face.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dressed in an aristocratic suit, this ‘Philip’ perfectly suited the word ‘gentlemanly’.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for meeting me, dear cousin. As you know from the letter, I am hoping you can grant this selfish request of mine,” Paul said with a deep bow.
<span style="font-weight:400">Huh… I’ve never seen the man act so… civilized and polite.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess that noble etiquette he grew up with was still in there somewhere.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes... Here,e into my office. We can talk more in there. As for you two, please don’t hesitate to ask the maids for any food or drink you require.”
<span style="font-weight:400">And like that, the two men went into the same door that Philip had entered from, leaving Mama and me alone on the couch.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… they are likely to take a while, as Paul will need to understand his role and responsibilities… so how about we practice some magic?” Mama suggested with a smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah!” I eximed in response.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was relieved.
<span style="font-weight:400">As cool as this ce was, sitting here for hours on end would be mind-numbingly boring without anything to do.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. Today you will learn your first detoxification spell. Make sure not to use too much mana, okay? I wanted to touch on your reading too,” she said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s fine,” I nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Now, remember this chant, and watch me closely, okay? This is meant to heal non-fatal nausea, like headaches and seasickness.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She then showed me the spell, and trying it on my own, I performed the spell quite easily.
<span style="font-weight:400">While it was difficult to see how effective it was on a personal level, as I couldn’t exactly give myself seasickness to fix, I was able to see if it worked by using it on Mama, as her pregnancy put her in a constant state of slight nausea.
<span style="font-weight:400">Okay… now it was time to try it without an incantation, this being the first time trying it with anything other than basic healing magic.
<span style="font-weight:400">Taking a deep breath, I ced my hand on Mama’s forehead before closing my eyes to concentrate.
<span style="font-weight:400">The feeling was quite simr to <i><span style="font-weight:400">Healing</i><span style="font-weight:400">, with the mana flowing through my body and my veins before reaching my hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">And the image… it was a bit difficult.
<span style="font-weight:400">After all, the spell was meant to cure a headache or seasickness, so it was quite hard to visualize on a cellr level.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was more like I was curing a symptom rather than the cause itself.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well… did I have to get scientific with it for it to work?
<span style="font-weight:400">After all, while I pictured cell mitosis and theyers of skin for <i><span style="font-weight:400">Healing</i><span style="font-weight:400">, the process was much moreplex than that.
<span style="font-weight:400">Maybe… if I just pictured something simr… a torrent of water representing nausea… the sickness, or the cause, being the whirlpools that were churning the water… and my magic… if it simply removed the whirlpools and calmed the water to a still, even flow…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Amazing, sweetie! I knew you could do it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Opening my eyes, I couldn’t help but unconsciously match Mama’s proud smile as I stared at my glowing hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could do it… casting without an incantation, chantless magic… I could do it for more than just healing!
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, Leon… do you think that detoxification magic brought you closer to your limit?” Mama asks.
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head in response.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I still feel fine. Although…” I frowned, “I wish I could tell how much mana I had left.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thatester with experience. I’d be sad if you got too far ahead of Mama right away!” she said, patting my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">As I had discovered on my second time trying magic, my magic capacity could improve.
<span style="font-weight:400">While Mama and I were originally ready for me to pass out after two spells like the first time, I discovered that I could do three.
<span style="font-weight:400">And the next day, five.
<span style="font-weight:400">And then eight.
<span style="font-weight:400">So yeah, it seemed that my capacity was growing with each time I went through my mana.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like this, I could get pretty strong in the future, couldn’t I?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, you! How did you do that!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly hearing a high-pitched, nasally, childish voice, I looked over to see a small girl with zing red hair and a matching set of red eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">She looked about my age if I were to guess.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her face seemed to be a mix of condescending frustration and astonished curiosity as she crossed her arms over her chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">But… who was this kid?
<span style="font-weight:400">I don’t think random children are meant to wander around noble castles like this… maybe she was Philip’s kid that he had mentioned?
<span style="font-weight:400">The hair colour didn’t match, but the age did, and I couldn’t find any other exnation as to why she was here.
<span style="font-weight:400">That aside…
<span style="font-weight:400">“How did I do what?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The shiny hands! How did you do that?” she said, pointing her chin in the air.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hmm… I don’t know if a normal toddler would understand what ‘detoxification magic’ was just yet, so…
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just did it,” I said with a shrug.
<span style="font-weight:400">That seemed to send the child reeling, but she quicklyposed herself before marching over with a stern frown on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You listen! I asked you- Waagh!”
<span style="font-weight:400">…Before promptly tripping over her feet and gracelessly falling onto the floor.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ung… Ung! Waaah!”
<span style="font-weight:400">And now she was crying.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haa…
<span style="font-weight:400">Hopping off the couch, I walked over to the girl before cing my hand on her face and casting healing magic on her nose, which was trickling a little bit of blood.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luckily, it seemed my practice hadn’t been for nothing, as her pained expression quickly turned into one of wide-eyed surprise, her red eyes shining in excitement.
<span style="font-weight:400">Oh? When she’s like this, she’s actually kind of cute.
<span style="font-weight:400">Like an actual toddler.
<span style="font-weight:400">Though… I was also one, so it felt a little weird to think that.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wiping the small trail of blood off of her upper lip, I gently patted her head with a smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“There we go. All better now, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">It took a moment for her to break out of her state of shock, as she quickly swiped away my hand before scrambling back to her feet.
<span style="font-weight:400">“U-Umm… th-thank you,” she stuttered out with a red face before quickly she quickly ran out of the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">Huh… what a weird kid.
<span style="font-weight:400">Turning back to Mama, I noticed that she’s wearing arge grin, one of intense amusement and a little bit of pride.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fufufu… how adorable~”
<span style="font-weight:400">…For some reason, that smile made me a little uneasy.
<span style="font-weight:400">— Information on the Six-Faced World —
<b><i>Fittoa Region</i></b>
<span style="font-weight:400">A fiefdom in the northeastern part of the Kingdom of Asura of the Central Continent, the Fittoa Region is a vast agricultural area with many forests and primarily rural vige settlements.
<span style="font-weight:400">Under the crown of the Kingdom of Asura, the Fittoa Region is governed by the Boreas Greyrat family, with Sauros Boreas Greyrat as the current liege lord of the region.
<b>Citadel of Roa:</b><span style="font-weight:400"> It is thergest city in the entire Fittoa Region and is the centre of trade,merce, and administrative matters in the area. An ancient city with a noble history, four hundred years ago, it stood as thest defence during the war against the Demon race but is now seen as nothing more than a backwater city of adventurers in the capital city of Asura. Philip Boreas Greyrat is the current mayor of the city.
<b>Buena Vige</b><span style="font-weight:400">: A small, peaceful hamlet that specializes in farming. There are nearby forests that are infested with monsters that often need to be subdued.
<span style="font-weight:400">— Leon Greyrat —
<span style="font-weight:400">The wind swept through my hair as I rested my chin on my arm, watching the rolling hills and the odd house pass by, while the stench of farnd and manure permeated my nose.
<span style="font-weight:400">We were currently making our way to our new house, which had been given to Paul as he was the new knight of Buena Vige, a small hamlet which had been having problems with monsters the past few years, hence why such an unassuming vige needed a knight as strong as Paul stationed there.
<span style="font-weight:400">“After we move everything in, I’ll be heading to meet the vigers to get a better read on the situation. Do you mind cleaning it up while I’m gone?” Paul asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Asking a pregnant woman to clean your house… quite shameless, Father,” I said with a smirk.
<span style="font-weight:400">“S-Shut up! I said I’ll post the housekeeper job tomorrow!” he exined hastily.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leon, don’t bully him. I’m still feeling fine, so I want to be the one to settle in our new home. A task that includes cleaning! Besides, you’ll be there for me, right?” she said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, Mama,” I answered with a huff.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good boy!” she said cheerfully, patting my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Mama then turned to Paul, “But, honey... I’m a bit worried we don’t have enough things. And there will probably be some stuff we can’t buy from the vige, like tableware and candles.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine. We have enough rations to survive for a week, and I’ll get anything we’re missing when I post the job tomorrow in Roa. So just leave it to your dependable husband here!” he said confidently.
<span style="font-weight:400">Just before we had left for the vige, Mama and Paul… my new father, I suppose… got formally married by the resident Millis priest in Roa, exchanging their vows in a small ceremony with the rising sun as their background.
<span style="font-weight:400">Of course, I was the only guest.
<span style="font-weight:400">I only hoped the man would keep his promises, or I would go running to Lina.
<span style="font-weight:400">Maybe I would even beat him up myself if I got strong enough.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, here we are,” Paul said abruptly, stopping the cart in front of the gate of arge house.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was…
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s beautiful!” Mama finished for me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Indeed.
<span style="font-weight:400">With the wooden beams crisscrossing the white ster walls, wooden shingles lining the roof, and crown ss windows seemingly for every room, it was a very nice house.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that wasn’t even mentioning the beautiful walled garden that surrounded the home, giving ample room for training, as well as any other general activities I wanted.
<span style="font-weight:400">And I knew that Mama liked nts, so she could even have her own garden.
<span style="font-weight:400">A beautiful home and a wonderful garden.
<span style="font-weight:400">And that paired with the scenery…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Know what? You did good, father,” I said, patting the man on the back before I hopped off the cart.
<span style="font-weight:400">Taking in a deep breath of the fresh air, I raised my arms overhead to stretch out the stiffness of my body before heading towards the front door.
<span style="font-weight:400">As there was no need for any locks on the door, I was able to enter without any trouble.
<span style="font-weight:400">It would be a pretty stupid decision to rob the house of someone who was not only your lord, but also the strongest person in the area, after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">Inside the house, it was just as I had expected.
<span style="font-weight:400">A nice big firece in the centre of the main room for heating and cooking, straw beds with fur nkets, tables and chairs set up near the kitchen, and a bathroom, which amounted to nothing but a hole in the ground.
<span style="font-weight:400">In most houses, this hole would be quite useless, and only stink up the ce with… waste, so most people would prefer an outhouse.
<span style="font-weight:400">But with the existence of magic, you could just burn it with an elementary fire spell, and wash what was left with a water spell.
<span style="font-weight:400">Luckily, Mama knew both magics, so we’d be able to use the bathroom properly.
<span style="font-weight:400">The whole ce was also pretty dusty, which made sense as this ce had been abandoned for the past year.
<span style="font-weight:400">I guess Mama and I would have some work to do.
<span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, with our modest amount of belongings moved in, Mama and I started cleaning up the house.
<span style="font-weight:400">We also took the time to n out how we would set up the house while checking for any mould, pests, and repairs that needed fixing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Fortunately, save for a few creaky doors, there weren’t any issues.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey! I’m back!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Putting down the washcloth, I looked over to Paul, who was carrying a basket of what seemed to be sandwiches.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Looking good, guys! Guess what? The vigers even gave us some food to wee us! Hehe, my natural charisma is truly terrifying sometimes,” he said smugly.
<span style="font-weight:400">…Are you sure they weren’t just buttering you up?
<span style="font-weight:400">You’re their boss now, after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Really? That’s awfully nice of them. Vigers are often a little unsettled when a new lord is stationed, but I guess this is pretty far from the capital, so they’re probably moreid back. Anyway, did you find anything interesting?” Mama asked, resting the broom against the wall.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yep! I found out that there’s a clinic here, but all they have is a herbalist. A perfect ce for you, right? And… Leon too, I guess,” he said with a shrug.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We are not letting a one-year-old work, Paul,” Mama said with a re that soon transformed into a smile. “But… a clinic, huh? I’ve always wanted to work in one after adventuring.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Paul ced down the sandwiches before walking up to wrap his arms around Mama, resting his head on her shoulder as he smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It almost seems like fate, eh?” he said. “Anyway, I also talked to the guy who had been defending the vige for the past year. Nice dude. Laws… I think his name is. His wife’s also pregnant, so maybe Leon and the Little Man will have a new friend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“‘Little Man’? It’s definitely a girl,” Mama replied with a huff.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nah, my gut’s telling me I’m getting a son.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We already have one, Paul.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, right… well, either way, we can always try for another after this one, right?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Hehe. Come here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“H-Honey! Not in front of Leon! Mmm~”
<span style="font-weight:400">…I’m going to my room.
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing that the two were getting quite into it, I might just practice my magic until I passed out.
<span style="font-weight:400">I preferred that over having to endure the sound of them christening our new home with their activities.
<span style="font-weight:400">Jeez… even when Mama was pregnant, that womanizer couldn’t contain his lust.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wasn’t it supposed to be a bad omen to do that when a woman was bearing a child?