"Ooh, ooh, ooh!

I'm shaking right now.

A gift that he said he would give me for passing the ninth grade.

That was better than I imagined.

No, so much so that I'm sorry I took it.

"Abel, this..."

"...... hmm. I want Al to take it."

In front of you is a tiny workshop.

Built right next to my house, it's a work place.

"... Al's goal is to make demonic props. I'm not qualified to do that now, but I have no restrictions on blacksmithing or smelting. Then if you learn to make things from now on, you'll find it useful"

"I'm surprised there's a kid out there who's going to let Mr. Abel do that."

A fairly elderly dwarf stood in front of the workshop, clapping his shoulders.

At a glance, I can tell the old man's appearance, but his whole body muscles are all ripped off, and I feel amazing that he's going to be twisted with one hand by a human race or something. And the white beard is awesome.

In a nutshell, is it Santa Claus the militant? Although the clothes are not red.

"Abel, what about this guy?

"... someone I know. I asked for a blacksmith."

"It's Gad the Dwarf. Master Abel's been taking care of me since my great-grandfather's day. You want to make magic props in the future? I'll teach you everything from demonic stone treatments to magic metal handling to ornaments to woodworking.

"... I'll teach you medicine because the workshop also allows you to handle simple drugs"

Dwarf is followed by Abel's thin chest.

Apparently, our teacher is not only good at witchcraft, he's also good at formulating it.

"... is it really good for you? Whatever it is, I think it's beyond the gift range."

"... good. Ning Lo, I want you to take it. This is also a thank you to Lucica."

"Mother's?

"... n"

Abel nodded forcefully.

"... that girl has a debt of gratitude that she can't give back even if it takes her whole life. So I hope you don't mind this much."

"Thanks to your mother? What happened to you?

"............................"

Abel put her index finger in front of her.

As I was distracted, Gad stroked my head.

"First of all, can you even remember the fine workmanship? So that I can present my work to you and to Master Abel."

"Thank you. I want to. I want to repay Abel."

I don't know what happened to Abel and her mother, but this is too big a favour. I think I should return it one of these days. Unilateral enjoyment, absolutely not.

Of course, I want to be able to give gifts to My Sister and my mother.

"Come on. That's a good look. If you're going to learn to blacksmith, you're going to start by re-tapping your sexual roots, but you want to work for your loved ones."

"A little different. I want to learn the art of living just for my loved ones."

I have a goal to make money, so I may sell the products I made. Still, remembering here is the same as witchcraft, and I want to use it for Fee, Mother, and Abel.

"Gad, please tell me about the blacksmith. And, Abel, keep it up."

I bowed my head deeply.

Because putting jobs in your hands is sure to be a big plus.

"Getting out......?

The day after I got the workshop. Being twisted with Fee, Abel called out to go to the commercial district.

Even now, the Bailefeld family grounds where I am are located are within the King's capital.

For once, they're getting territory as well, but I heard you're leaving it to the people in the family.

Is that why you don't know what will happen if you don't stick to Wang Du to deal with the political situation rather than concentrate on territorial management? Faction or something, it seems like a complicated country.

But I think that might be dangerous. Japan's war country renaming is powerfully independent of its pattern, or local guardianship bills.

(I wonder if you're okay, this country. I'm sorry you got caught up in civil unrest, aren't you?

The head of the Bailefeld family is an old man called the Marquis of Caspel, stepfather of my father Stefanus and real father of 'the only true wife' Aufsta.

Naturally, I've never seen an old man like Caspel, or Aufsta, my father's rightful wife.

If you say you've never seen it, so has my belly sister, who's the same age as Fee.

I hear it's called Isabella, but I don't know what kind of face it is. Well, on the face of it, me and Fee are supposed to be unrecognized by my father, so if you do something about Miss Isabella's brother side, you'll be pissed off.

Given the difference in status, we won't be able to see each other, and I'm sure we won't see each other in the future.

Okay, back to our premises.

The interior of the Wang capital is divided into sections, one of which has a range called the aristocratic district.

As the name suggests, the mansion of the nobles living in the Wang capital is the space to connect the houses, making it a separate world in which civilians cannot enter or leave unless there are special reasons.

Me and Fee are civilians without a father.

Therefore, it is not possible to leave the mansion on your own.

I can wave a major player out if I have a good reason, like the exam day for my sorcery license, but other than that, I don't have much freedom to go out. So I don't have any friends either.

To add, most of them belong to the Bailefeld family, even on the premises of the mansion, so the only area of freedom to wander around is around the "West Away", where they currently reside.

Only "West Away" where we live is treated more like a Bailefeld family than like a father's personal belongings and territory. So you can have a concubine and her children, and you can build a workshop.

I didn't mind living like that myself, but I feel down when I think about Fee. I think I feel bad for caged birds all the time. I think my mother cares about me and Fee and spoiling them thoroughly, maybe it has something to do with the area as well.

Even if Abel devised, prepared, and handled it, it was actually her mother who took care of building a workshop on the property for her father.

So Abel told me to go out.

"It's hard for Abel to ask a four-year-old out on a date."

"... not teasing"

When I slapped my mouth lightly, I ate the usual painless chops. My mother said that from Abel's reluctance to be touched by others, my response to me was a miraculous realm.

".. This is a continuation of the gift. Al should sell his face to the Chamber of Commerce."

Even if I make something, whether I can sell it or not is, naturally, a different matter. That's why Abel introduced me to her face.

"Thankfully, how do you get to the commercial district? Permission to do that?

I can't help wondering what's going on because I know I won't be allowed to go out for this reason.

"... naturally go without permission. I have no intention of blinding myself to the rules laid down by the human race."

The Elves have heard that many despise the human race as a greedy creature, but they seem to be much smaller and more inclined to Abel as well. My teacher said, "Only Lucica and her children are special to me" and I don't have a very good impression on the rest of the human race?

Later on, Gad explained this to me.

"Orcs and goblins who take and offend women would be hated by humans, wouldn't they? That's what people look like from elves. Beautiful species capture and enslave, and deprive other species of their resources without even thinking about their convenience, cutting through the woods on their own. That's why they hate you."

If you ask me if I can get along with orcs and goblins myself, it's suspicious. At best, if there was an individual who could communicate with the will, that might be the only thing that would make him special.

"Doesn't Dwarf hate humans?

"Kuku. We Dwarves have a symbiotic relationship with humans, right? We buy iron and ore from humans, and we sell weapons and ornaments. Complete coexistence. I know they're greedy people as a species, of course, but they're mutual there. From a human point of view, we Dwarves would be a solid and stubborn species. Every race has its faults and dislikes. We'll just have to fold up and live, won't we?

Boulders, one of the most human-interacting species. It was an inclusive word.

Back to the story, I ask Abel how to get out there without permission.

"So, what are the specific means?

"... use pay-per-view magic. Activate it until it leaves the aristocratic district, and there shouldn't be a problem."

That's convenient, witchcraft. Sooner or later, I'll let you know.

"Oh, where are you going?

My sister hugged me as I continued to grow daily and was becoming more capable of communicating my will than before.

My Sister has a strong resistance to getting away from me. Somehow, they thought I was going out. Even with me, I'm not going to keep my sister out of this.

"I'd like to take Fee with me, too, okay?

"... I don't mind. I want to show her the outside world, too."

"Fee, you're going out with me!

"Go away! Phew, I love it! Gone to! So!"

As he pressed his head around, he indulged in further silver hair.

Okay, let's go out.

For us brothers and sisters, it's our first commercial district.