"Move out of the village?"
At the dining table, the Greyrat family, having just finished breakfast, all looked at the embarrassed Allen in surprise.
It was now spring of the year 414 in the Armored Dragon calendar, and today was Allen's fourth attempt to persuade the Greyrat family to move out of the Fitoa region.
The most direct and effective way to avoid the tragic consequences of the Great Teleportation was to get the Greyrat family to leave the Fitoa region.
However...
Making the decision was easy, but putting it into practice was really hard...
He couldn't just knock the whole family out and drag them away, right?
So he had to offer some pertinent, practical, and well-reasoned suggestions.
Right?
Paul crossed his arms and frowned.
"From last winter until now, you've suggested moving out of the village four times already, haven't you? Do you dislike Buena Village that much?"
He crossed his arms and thought for a moment, his face twitching as he counted off Allen's 'pertinent suggestions' on his fingers.
"The first time, you said it was too cold in winter, the snow was too heavy, and not seeing Sylphie every day was bad for the children's mental and physical growth... Let's not even talk about what 'mental and physical growth' means. You even suggested that Roles's family move with us. Isn't that a bit much?"
Allen covered his face in agony.
Roles and his family are good people. As a Mushoku Tensei fan who has transmigrated, wanting to give Sylphie a complete family—how is that too much?
"And when I told Roles about it, he was stunned for a moment and then just agreed readily?? So strange! When did you two become so close? And since you came back from clearing the monsters last winter, Sylphie has been coming to our house every day. What do you mean you don't see Sylphie every day?"
"And that girl Sylphie is always squinting at you, tsk tsk... By age, she should be better friends with Rudeus... You小子 are quick to act, with those crooked ideas... Hmm, I have to say, you're like a Greyrat, quite like me back in the day... Ouch! Honey, why are you stepping on me?"
"I'm telling you, Allen... Ouch! Lilia, why are you stepping on me?"
Paul grimaced at the high-heeled leather boots of his first and second wives under the table, his face contorted in pain.
Allen, on the other hand, was staring down at his bowl on the table, almost burying his entire head in it.
'You think it's strange? I think it's damn strange! I don't know what's up with that guy Roles. I just mentioned it casually, and he seemed pretty happy about it. And Brother Paul, Brother Paul, you really can't keep your mouth shut. Why did you just sell your brother out like that?? Is that right?'
Under the cover of the table, Paul made a gesture as if to pinch Zenith and Lilia's thighs. After the two of them quickly moved away, he hurriedly continued.
"The second time was even more outrageous! You secretly instigated Rudeus to say that being in the snow in winter could cause some... male virility problems?... So you wanted him to suggest we move south together. No, I mean, what the hell have you been learning in the capital these past few years?? What's on your mind all day??"
Paul looked at Allen, who had buried his head in his bowl, and pounded the table, glancing at Rudeus on the side.
The latter's mouth was twitching uncontrollably. He looked at Allen with an expression that clearly said, "I thought we were brothers, but you're trying to unman me."
"I know you and Rudeus are very close, but you can't just make jokes like that, can you?"
'This was damn well determined by the author. What does it have to do with me, Allen? And my original words were that it's too cold in winter, the autonomic nervous system is less active, which can affect one's mood. You idiot, it's fine if you don't understand 'autonomic nervous system,' but how could you just make up a new version on the spot!?'
'The most ridiculous thing is that your new version is infinitely close to the original storyline... Is this the sharp intuition of the North God Style??'
"And the third time! You actually said that Aisha must have a talent for magic, so it would be better to move to Sharia to make it convenient for her to go to school? No, logically, Norn should be the one with a talent for magic, right? After all, Rudeus's talent is right there."
Speaking of which, Paul quickly glanced at Zenith and continued with some guilt.
"Besides, Aisha can't even talk yet, she can't even say 'Father.' How do you know she has a talent for magic? You're just talking nonsense..."
"A-A-Allen! A-heh... Allen!"
From the cradle on the side, Aisha waved her two small hands at Allen.
Paul's words suddenly stopped.
The house fell into a dead silence.
His face was ashen as he looked at the increasingly embarrassed Allen. It was strange, Paul and Allen had spent about the same amount of time playing with Aisha this winter, but now Aisha could only say "Allen," which really made him lose his composure.
Paul shifted his gaze to Lilia, who was covering her mouth and snickering. He sighed heavily and turned to Rudeus with a grave tone.
"Rudeus, as her older brother, you must not be biased. Take good care of Norn..."
"A-A..."
This time it was Norn, reaching out from her cradle, wanting Allen to hold her.
Paul: ...
Lilia: ...
Zenith: ...
Rudeus: ...
The whole family was silent in perfect unison.
At that moment, hearing Norn's laughter beside her, Aisha's mouth turned down, and she burst into tears.
Allen rubbed his forehead, pulled his head out of the bowl, and turned to look at Aisha. He expertly made a "shh" gesture, and at the same time, with his other hand, he tapped Aisha's forehead with a burst of Touki released with the extremely precise control of the Water God Style.
Her red hair danced from the precisely controlled Touki, and she waved her hands excitedly in the air.
And she immediately stopped crying.
Seeing this, everyone became even more silent.
Allen's hand froze, and he became embarrassed again. He then silently plunged his face back into the bowl.
After a long while, seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Rudeus cleared his throat.
'The atmosphere is indeed a bit awkward. Let me say something else to save Allen... Let me think... Got it!'
He then turned to Allen with a serious expression.
"Does Allen dislike the village? But everyone in the village seems to have a good impression of you, especially Mrs. Somar—"
Before he could finish, Allen shot up! He clamped a hand over Rudeus's mouth in terror! As the latter struggled, he tucked him under his arm and dashed out the door.
"We're going to find Mrs. Somar—no! We're going to find Sylphie!"
In an instant, Allen was out of the house, leaving only a gust of wind that blew the hair of the three people at the table into a mess.
The air at the table was silent for a moment before Paul's voice continued.
"Allen... does he really dislike Buena Village?"
He sighed and exchanged a wry smile with Zenith and Lilia.
The latter had been watching her husband and son bicker for a while, with a smile on her face and her chin propped up. She withdrew her gaze from the open door, looked up at the ceiling, and said thoughtfully.
"It seems so... but I think the reason he doesn't want to stay in Buena Village might be something else..."
At this, Zenith and Paul's expressions became grave. They exchanged a look, both looking somewhat puzzled.
And on the desk in their bedroom.
The spring breeze drifted in gently from the open window, lifting the corner of a letter on the desk.
The content of the letter was illegible.
But the handwriting was quite ornate.
At a glance, it was not written by a commoner.
(End of Volume One.)
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