(Walson)

I pondered for a long time.

To think that Father Marbon and Sister Maany managed to get into this place…

Dead men tell no secrets… you know? So that’s normally my first choice. But I really don’t want to kill them for this.

Waaaaaah! Marbon seems to be in a super foul mood!

“I’m sorry!”

In the end, I chose to kneel on the ground begging for forgiveness.

I told them mostly everything that has happened so far. (Except the fact that I was reincarnated from another world)

Such as how I had a bunch of ideas and wanted to make them into a reality, developing new technology, as well as how I created this secret base when I was seven, and how I met Melon, etc.

Though I did omit that I was the one who fixed the withering problem deep in the Nakula Jungle, restoring the vitality of the land as a result, as well as my change of racial status.

Then I told him about how I met Rifle, healed him out of the kindness of my heart and he ended up tagging along. That’s about it.

“… You’ve been quite a reckless boy, it seems.” Marbon smacked my head with a palm, then proceeded to roughly rub it.

Words I used to chide Melon have been returned to me. Talk about karma…

“Ooh…” I let out a low grunt but felt -and understood- his concern, allowing it to warm my heart.

Melon simply stood at the side, silent as a stone.

“T-t-t-to actually be able to converse with the [Mountain King]…! Similar actions are simply unheard of!” Maany stuttered as she exclaimed her surprise.

“And to think that such a young child is but a [Commoner]… Simply thinking about your future potential makes me excited. I wonder what other amazing feats will you accomplish?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m not that great…” It’s true! I mean, I’m nothing special and I definitely don’t like drawing attention… I hope I don’t draw too much attention in the future.

“But I must say, you’ve made us quite worried.”

“Oh… Uh… sorry…”

Ah, how could I forget? The two of them are almost like my parents. I am in the Orphanage and constantly move around them.

Putting things into their perspective, having someone like me around would definitely be worrisome.

A home… huh?

It’s the first time since my reincarnation that I have seriously thought about it.

The Orphanage… is my home.

“But there is something that we must let you know.” Marbon suddenly knelt down on the ground as he said so.

“On the behalf of the Orphanage and all its residents, I thank you all.”

“Thank you, Walson.” And this time Maany followed suit with the kneeling.

Uh… Ah… How am I supposed to respond when two adults kneel before me?

I hurriedly asked them to rise and was then bear-hugged by Maany’s.

Her breasts are huge! OPPAI! OPPAI! OPPAI!

(Still, she’s an adult. Perving out on her might not be appropriate)

They gave us looks of disbelief when we mentioned our levels.

That shocked expression on their faces was absolutely de-li-cious.

But then…

“Oh, by the way, Walson. Who taught you how to be a sugar daddy and keep their secret lover up in the mountains?” Marbon said this in a joking tone, but with an evil smirk that screams *You’re not getting away that easily* on his face.

AAAAAAHHHHH, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MENTION THAT OF ALL THINGS!?

“Huh? I – I’m not Master’s girlfriend…” Melon is denying it. GOOD JOB MELON!

“Hmph. Walson, casanova.” Grace, who was mostly silent, suddenly popped up.

“Oh, so we have a little witness here…” No no no, Father Marbon this is not what it looks like! GRACE WHY DID YOU SELL ME OUT!? NO! DON’T TELL HIM ABOUT *THAT* INCIDENT!

And then?

I got harshly lectured for three hours.

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Spring has ended, Summer is coming.

I am fourteen and nine months old. I am almost turning fifteen.