The following days were exceptionally calm. Eight months after leaving the Contention Zone, we arrived at our destination, Sharia.
This trip was faster than my last return from Senge City. Perhaps because I was more familiar with the route, having traveled it three times now.
Dragon Calendar: Year 417, Month 11, Day 12
Early in the morning, our group entered the city gates. Without stopping much along the way, I headed for the villa I had bought here previously.
Upon reaching the villa entrance, the door was gently pushed open by a girl with wheat-colored hair. Seeing her holding a broom, I guessed she was planning to clean the courtyard in the morning.
But when she turned and saw me, her broom fell to the ground.
Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, her expression shifting between surprise and tears.
I smiled at her, opened my arms, and said, "Doris, I'm back."
The girl didn't hesitate either. With the morning dew condensed into teardrops at the corners of her eyes, she threw herself into my embrace.
Two years of waiting had accumulated enough longing within her. Seizing the courage born from her excitement, she cupped my face, her warm lips firmly silencing my own thoughts of expressing how much I missed her.
At that moment, I knew no words would suffice; only an equally passionate response would do.
While Doris and I were locked in our kiss, Eris, Philip, and Hilda behind me exchanged glances. His fiancée was right there, and he was kissing another woman right in front of them. He really didn't treat them as outsiders at all.
Philip glanced at Hilda and said, "Are people from your Prodia Family this unrestrained nowadays?"
Hilda rubbed her temples and said helplessly, "Don't ask me. Could it be that your daughter lacks any feminine charm? She doesn't know how to express affection at all. Look at that girl—she rushed over, said nothing, and just started kissing.
Action is the best expression. How can a girl who practices swordsmanship all day win a man's favor?"
Eris felt a vein throbbing on her forehead.
Before receiving condemnation from the three of them, I detached my slightly swollen lips.
Then I said to Doris, "Doris, this is Eris Boreas greyrat, my fiancée.
And here are Philip Boreas greyrat and Hilda Boreas greyrat. They are Eris's parents.
Also, this here is Ghislaine Dedoldia. She is their bodyguard and also my Sword God Style teacher.
Philip and Hilda might be staying here long-term, so you'll likely interact often. I hope you can get along well and look out for each other."
Doris took a step forward, bowed slightly, and replied, "Greetings. I am Doris Prodia greyrat. Currently, I am considered my master's slave. I look forward to your guidance in the future."
...I forgot Doris still referred to herself as my slave. A bit awkward.
Philip asked Hilda, "Is there a girl named Doris in your family?"
Aunt Hilda looked at him with a playful expression and answered, "No, our family definitely does not have a girl named Doris. Daolin probably gave her that name, right?"
To prevent them from getting the wrong idea, I explained, "Doris was a slave my grandfather captured from outside. She's actually the daughter of a minor noble. I rescued her from my grandfather. So I gave her a new name. That's all.
Let's not stand outside the door. Come in quickly! Doris, after traveling all morning, I'm starving. I want the toast sandwich you make, with ham and egg in the middle. Can you prepare that for me?"
"Yes, Master. I'll prepare it for everyone right now."
Then we all entered the house together. From the entrance to the living room, the soft flesh around my waist was under constant attack. Eris, true to being a Sword God Style practitioner, pinched with much more force than Isolte.
If there's one part of my body most resistant to beatings, it's definitely my waist. I've trained it to the point where it looks soft and feels satisfying to pinch, but in reality, I can't feel any pain—a powerful state indeed.
As a seasoned transmigrator, I hope everyone can have such luck. Enjoying such blessings.
After reaching the living room and putting down the luggage, I silently took Eris's hand from my waist and held it in mine. Then I assigned rooms to everyone.
After all, this villa cost over 2000 gold coins and is actually much larger than the haunted house Rudeus later lived in. When choosing a house, I also saw that haunted house and once considered selecting it.
But in the end, I gave up. After all, that was Rudeus's opportunity. Without that room, there would be no Magic Armor, and later history would change significantly.
Having already taken Eris, I didn't want to be so ruthless. After all, as the protagonist, Rudeus has many good qualities. At the very least, he isn't treacherous. After becoming successful, he still remembers his former companions. He's much better than certain protagonists in domestic novels who act like gentlemen to your face but are scoundrels behind your back.
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