126.2. If Possible, I’d Rather Have a Future, Isn’t It?

A few days later, I received news that the crest officer had arrived, so I headed straight to Kyle’s mansion, only to be surprised.

There were two people in the reception room. One was an older man with a calm demeanor, and the other was a child who seemed extremely nervous.

“You’re…!”

I recognized the older man. Yes, he was the crest officer who had rewritten my crest.

“Hm? Oh, it’s you! How have you been?”

“Great! Thanks to you, I’ve been living a fulfilling life!”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Let me thank you again.”

I wouldn’t mind rewarding him, but that might be rude.

“I was just doing my duty as a crest officer. No need for thanks.”

Still, when I bowed deeply, the crest officer nodded with a pleased expression.

“My name is Craft. Craft Warken. Nice to meet you.”

“Genelis Ing. I plan to live in this town for a while, so the pleasure is mine.”

“Aren’t you going back after the festival?”

There aren’t many crest officers who can handle crests (still confusing), so most of them live in the royal capital. After being dispatched for coming-of-age ceremonies, they usually return to the capital.

“Yes. But I hear Kyle Academy offers advanced classes, so I plan to enroll my grandson.”

“Ah, I see.”

With Genelis’s income, he could easily hire an excellent tutor. I wonder if he has another reason in mind.

“This is my grandson, Feidal Ing. Hey, greet him.”

Genelis lightly taps Feidal on the head.

The boy, who had been frozen, stands up with a pout.

He seems to be around Ed or Mina’s age.

“…I’m Feidal. Nice to meet you.”

He glares up at me with a clearly displeased attitude.

Did I do something wrong?

“Hey! What’s with that attitude?”

Genelis scolds him, and Feidal bursts out in protest.

“Because! Why do I have to study in such a countryside place!? I’m from the royal capital! There’s nothing I can learn from country bumpkins!”

“Feidal!”

I see. For a kid who’s lived in the capital, it’s only natural to have such complaints.

But you’re not the only one who thinks your hometown is the best, kid.

“Hey, Feidal. You must have seen the town on your way to this mansion, right? Do you really think it’s just a countryside place?”

This Golden Dawn isn’t just home to towering buildings made of alchemically hardened rock; all the streets are paved too. It’s not a town that pales in comparison to the royal capital.

“Hmph. It just so happened that the Twilight Alchemist was born here, and his material or whatever is just better, right? The capital has already started using it. They’ll catch up soon.”

Oh?

What Feidal said isn’t entirely wrong.

It seems he’s quite smart.

“And that alchemist—I heard he had an unsuitable crest until Grandpa investigated! I wonder what kind of fool he looks like!”

Here! This is what that fool looks like!