'If I have children...maybe it's better not to let my father teach them.'
Thinking of the current unknown status of the Slime King, the hero mused silently.
'But anyway, although the family crest is a key, it's still better than those sect followers... right?'
Comparing his father to the most deranged humans he had met in his memories, the hero persuaded himself to think that his father was barely normal, then looked up at the middle-aged Viscount who was talking to his elder brother.
The appearance of the Gleaming Scale Serpent after its transformation was extremely similar to his father. Although both of them had an air of maturity, there was no trace of aging visible.
Obviously, his father was still in his prime.
Sensing the girl's gaze upon him, the man showed no reaction and continued to discuss things with his eldest son in a calm tone.
"That's all I have to tell you about the Western Realm. Once you're there, decide for yourself what actions to take.
