I’ve confirmed this before, but I’m basically in a constant state of preparing for festivals. The main reason is that I have obligations to many different places. While Bason can probably be considered irrelevant now (though I do still visit occasionally since we’re friends), there’s Polka, Grangie, Karlwin, the Elven territory, Renneest, the cat colony, the capital city of Thalkeen, and the port town of Sitar. Even if a festival at one place only happens once or twice a year, with this many places to consider, it basically means there’s always something going on every month. Of course, I don’t usually participate in the festivals in the capital because they’re too crowded (and it’s scary bringing along my slave women and children), but rather back Silfeed Company’s various activities. So technically, I just hide out at the Noiman house on those days without doing much of anything. But with Rylee and Anzeros around, there’s no need to worry. For the other communities’ festivals, however, I have to be involved as a guest or organizer, which makes scheduling difficult. Of course, my main jobs are still being erotic and blacksmithing, so those skills haven’t improved much. But with help from management types like Diane, Chrisi, and Cosmos, I manage. Recently, more of the kids can help out at festivals too. “Next month’s Grangie Founding Festival is coming up soon—don’t we need to prepare more materials? Otherwise, we might have to ask the Dragon Corps for an emergency supply again.” “We’ll be fine. Look at these numbers…” “You can’t use those though. Half of them are going to be used in the Art Festival.”
“An art festival… oh, right! The one from last year. They’re having it again this year?”
“If we think about that, we need to have extra supplies ready. Otherwise, Dad will have to go and please the dragons with crystals again.”
Claudio, Hildda’s son, is already showing a knack for managing numbers and has been helping check the materials entrusted to the maids and keeping track of the accounts.
In case of emergencies, we can rely on help from the elven territories or the dragons, as well as Onixis and Silphied. So far, I haven’t really taken management seriously, but obviously it’s better not to be caught off guard.
“Clau will want to have fun at the festival.”
“I can only enjoy myself when my worries are gone. That’s why I notice these misunderstandings,” Clau said as he wrote down new inventory records with his quill pen.
He wasn’t engraving anything, but after borrowing it from me earlier, he seemed to grow fond of its feel and had officially received it as a gift. The material composition was the same as when I made one for myself in my youth—break core horns and magic condensed solids—but after making them several times, the design and balance improved significantly.
Still, even though they were just writing utensils, the materials seemed too extravagant. I thought maybe I should make him a better pen out of elven wood. After all, if he knew its value, it could easily get stolen.
“Clau’s nerves are way too fine. You gotta live more loosely or you’ll wear yourself down. Hildda Mom said that too.”
And Peter, who grew up carefree and lively, is quite pleased with himself. On my end, I’ve been getting away with all sorts of mischief because I still look young for a half-dwarf. It’s not good to grow up withdrawn and shy, but it wouldn’t do to be too much of a troublemaker either… That said, he doesn’t go so far as to warrant being beaten by the female slave in charge of punishment, which is quite clever of him. In some ways, he’s really my son. I wonder if I would have grown up just like this mischievous brat had I stayed in Polka and never left for the capital city. The harsh apprenticeship and military service were necessary to develop the social skills I have today, I think back on my youth. “Peter is too laid-back. Maybe I should send him off somewhere to train…” “Sh-Sharing!? What are you suddenly talking about, Dad?!” “When I was ten years old, I left Polka and went to the capital city for training. Back then, there were no dragons so it took three weeks each way. Even if I didn’t like it, I couldn’t just run away easily, so I learned a lot of things like patience and cooperation…” “Still, in the capital city they’ll treat me like dirt because I’m a half-dwarf! There’s no way I can train there!” “That won’t be the case. Dwarves are quite respected in blacksmithing circles, so you might even get popular in the capital.”
“S-so? Hehe.” Her mischievousness is kind of cute, but she’s still a kid at heart and easily swayed by convenient stories.
But the capital… I don’t know if it’d be good to leave her with Three D Workshop again. The master is over eighty years old. She comes for spirit spring baths every six months or so, but…
The baron’s family seems to have moved on to the next generation. When I came back, the young barons were still kids, but now they’re grown men. They’ve taken over a lot of the greetings that the baron used to do, and his daughters are married off to other nobles through the university.
I took gifts for them, but they said “No, it’s actually the noble side who should be giving these.” We ended up arguing until Iryna stepped in and said, “Well then, let us take this as a gift from the White Clan,” before we could finally give them away.
And now Daniel needs to find a wife. But apparently that’s not going well. “If you tell them there’s a Dragon Palace two kilometers from their house, they usually say no.” “Sorry.”
The Vapour Palace is the real deal, an officially certified Dragon Palace by the dragons themselves. And apparently there’s a rule among nobles that you shouldn’t marry into families living close to a dragon palace. Considering the Fire Dragon War from a hundred years ago, it’s understandable. But generally speaking, if your home is near where dragons live, who knows when and how you might end up getting roasted alive. “I wonder if I could tell them not to worry since this isn’t a scary dragon palace…” “That would be difficult.” ”…Yeah, that was a bit of an exaggeration.” A non-scary Dragon Palace is about as contradictory as a kindhearted serial killer. At least in the general sense. “Anyway, I’m considering marrying a common woman too.” “You can do that?” “Well, it’s not impossible. Polka is now a self-governing region, so polygamy isn’t an issue.”
“Yeah, I see… Since you don’t have to be alone as a wife, there’s no need to strictly choose someone of high status.”
“Plus, the Trot hierarchy doesn’t really hold much authority,”
As Daniel said, the Trot still hasn’t shed its status as a vassal state. Moreover, since the autonomous region is under extraterritoriality and has many foreigners living in it, Trot nobles aren’t necessarily considered high-ranking.
Therefore, wouldn’t it be fine to take advantage of their recognized freedom as the next leader of that autonomous region?
“That’s why I’m consulting you.”
“Hmm?”
I was wondering why Daniel had called me over when he started with small talk like “You’re old enough to get married now. If you don’t hurry up, you’ll end up like Lanz.” But it seems like we’ve already gotten straight to the point.
“Do you know any half-elf women who would be suitable?”
“Half-elves, huh?”
“I’m a bit worried that I won’t be able to preserve my bloodline if you’re a pureblood, so I thought it would be better if there was some human in your background…”
…Well, it does make sense logically, but it feels like something from another era.
Half-elves were usually treated as nothing more than outlets for one-night desires that no one else wanted to deal with. To think a noble would actually want one of them now…
”But half-elves are often seen as bastards by their parents, right? I guess you’d have to do some digging into that when they get married?"
"That’s not really an issue if we put our minds to it.”
Daniel stroked the mustache he had grown in imitation of a baron and grinned. Nobles were scary.
”To be honest, growing up here makes me less interested in people from other lands. Elves are just too beautiful."
"I can understand that.”
I was cursed with an ugly face by Apple, so I could relate to his sentiment.
It’s tough to find a woman of that caliber in the capital or Basson. Besides, when you compare them to Polka women who are clean and healthy-looking, the ladies in the capital are too made-up and overwhelming. Also, half-elves often have bigger busts than elves, which is one of the few things that falls short for elves. “I get it… but still, why did you come to me with this?” ”? Well, my father told me I could rely on Smithson if I had any questions about elves or half-elves…” “Yeah, because you’re talking about wanting a wife. It’d be pretty bad if someone handed over an already-touched woman, right? …I mean, people have the impression that I drag women to bed as soon as they come near me.” “Well… yeah.” ”…Yeah, it’s not like there’s much point in saying that. Right.” So who should he ask for a half-elf girl, preferably one who was still a virgin? Surely pure-blood elves would reject him outright, and the half-elves themselves didn’t have any strong connections either. Besides, even if someone did have influence over them, it wouldn’t be easy to find someone with enough clout to arrange such an important marriage.
“I’ll do my best. I might not find her right away, but the baron has helped me a lot too.”
“Thank you.”
Being thanked politely by Daniel made me feel a bit weird. After all, he was just a commoner who got along casually with the baron, so in reality, I should be more humble toward him. It’s not like it matters now.
Anyway. “I want to find the next Baroness at Granzi and the hidden village.” “Are there virgins at Granzi?”
Selen gave me a serious comment. …I looked helplessly at Neya. Neya, who was breastfeeding our newborn daughter, smiled awkwardly along with Selen.
“Daughters old enough to be intimate are usually dating grungy guys or getting attached to you, right?"
"…N-no, I didn’t mean everyone was expecting me to stick my dick in them. But yeah, some of them definitely were."
"If there’s more than fifteen people, it’s normal to say that. Actually, since they won’t get dumped if they’re with Smisson, most of the girls who don’t have strong wills end up like this… Also, half-elves tend to fall deeper and deeper into relationships once they start feeling something."
"…There were more than fifteen…"
"That’s how many I know about. There might be others too. I didn’t count those few kids that are kind of gray areas between white and black."
"Andy-san always ends up with a harem wherever he goes, doesn’t he?"
"U-uh…”
I guess I did end up with quite a few… there were three or four girls who would sneak into my room every night… wait, that’s quite a number.
”…Shit, I’ve been doing too much of this."
"It’s fine, isn’t it? It must be hard to hold back anyway.”
“I mean, I’m not some sad monster who’d ruin my health if I didn’t have sex!"
"No, actually, I want you to be that kind of monster when it comes to sex. In fact, I want you to prioritize ‘who am I going to have sex with today?’ as your top priority."
"That sounds like something’s wrong with me as a person."
"There are plenty of women who would appreciate the honesty. Besides, there’s no time for anything else if you’re thinking about that all day! I’d rather see you buried in girls and cumming than doing weird stuff. You know how lucky you are to be alive!"
"Stop applying my wild days from over ten years ago to me now! Even at forty, I can’t do the crazy shit back then."
"But look at Bonaparte or that bald guy from Renfangas; they’re still kicking ass even in their old age. People who want to do it will always find a way."
"I don’t want you thinking of me as some immature person who’s still doing that stuff."
"There’s no proof, but I think you’ll do it if I’m not looking. So please spend your free time having sex. Meanwhile, the dragons can handle most of the crazy shit."
"I was starting to wonder why nothing interesting has been happening lately… and now I see why!"
"Of course there’s something going on! You know it!”
No, it’s just a precaution. After all, we’re dealing with major forces here; you can’t afford to be caught off guard when something happens. “Mr. Andy, whenever you have free time, please spend it on sex and making babies. That’s the best way for everyone to be happy.” “As a man, I always wanted to hear those words someday, but now that I do, it’s complicated…” “I’ve already had my share of scares! There are hundreds of girls who want kids, so in reality, there’s no time to sleep!” “By the way, if we didn’t have the Spirit Spring, I’d be dead by now.” “It’s okay because we have the Spirit Spring♪” Also, with this method, even if Daniel-kun finds a potential wife, there’s a high risk of accidental discharge (in a sexual sense). “Papa♪ I want to have kids too… We often compare our butts as mother and child. How about trying to see who can lick each other’s breasts better?” “Ele. Are you still playing outside sometimes? Your vocabulary hasn’t been polluted by Kay-chan, has it? More like that twisted maid group.” “There aren’t many perverted sluts I’d want out there like her, Andy. Oh, did you mean in a training sense? Someone who makes me wear something more embarrassing than being naked?”
“Hey, Seren, your daughter’s brain is getting pretty full of cum. Isn’t that bad?”
“My daughter, you know? By the way, I haven’t been doing it recently, but if you want to train me in a sense, feel free to do whatever you like with me too~! Like walking around naked on a leash with Elle…~”
“First off, I think making a collar for me should come first.”
No matter how much of an erotic paradise the Vape Palace is, this perverted mother-daughter duo just keeps spouting crazy stuff. Even Neya’s a little taken aback by it all. Though she probably would do it if asked.
After some thought, I suddenly decided to ask Floria, Naris’ daughter, “Will you marry Daniel when we grow up?”
She’s half-elf and her head isn’t vaporized either. She looks super cute and has a bright personality too. Even though she’s still young, in ten years… I think it would be fine for us to get engaged now.
Isn’t that a nice idea?
But then…
“Huh? Don’t we marry Papa?”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Everyone said ‘that’s how it is in our house.’”
“No, wait. Don’t you think this is a bit weird? Dad and Mom are married.”
“When I asked Mom, she said something strange like ‘it’s fine but not okay’.”
“I bet there was a really long pause before that answer.”
Naris must be so frustrated her face looks twisted.
Later, when I went to see Daniel again, he had engaged in an impromptu engagement with a foxkin girl who came for hot springs therapy.
“She’s cute…”
Is this okay with you?