Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~ - Chapter 100: Can You Leave Her Discipline to Me?

Chapter 100: Can You Leave Her Discipline to Me?

I tried naming our party Star of Demi-Humans, but the adventurers around me rejected it hard, giving us cold glares. I thought about backing off, but no way. My demi-human Contractors don’t deserve this stigma. So, I’m sticking with it and working to boost their rep.

“Kei-san, Star of Demi-Humans is registered. Official card complete. Here’s yours and Bestelta-san’s.”

Hearing it out loud, it’s kinda lame. Whatever, I’m owning it. Star of Demi-Humans is the best, the strongest…

Shaaru-chan hands me two cards. Huh? She’s trembling?

“Didn’t I already register?”

Shaaru-chan flinches, spooked. What’s this? Makes me wanna tease her.

“Y-Yes… sorry. Last time was a temporary card. I forgot to ask for a party name, so it wasn’t finalized… This is the official one.”

She bows, apologetic.

Turns out, even solo adventurers need a party name. So I was on a temp card.

“No, my bad for not checking. Thanks. I’m a J-rank adventurer now, right?”

“Yes, correct. Congratulations!”

She claps softly. Most adventurers shoot us icy looks, though.

“It’ll be tough, but good luck. A parting gift.”

The beastman old-timer tilts his mug, treating me to ale. Kind guy.

“Thanks, uh—”

“Razu. E-rank, half-retired. I like looking out for newbies—a washed-up adventurer with no life. We’re comrades now, drop the formalities. Got questions? Ask me. Nice to meet ya.”

“Cool, you too.”

We shake hands. What a guy. I’ll lean on him later.

“Razu-san’s really nice. He gives me advice too.”

Oh? Good people attract good people, huh?

“Don’t say that, it ain’t like that. Shaaru-chan’s got skills but can’t shine here… The guild’s setup kills her vibe. Feels like she’s treated like a cog—kinda sad.”

Razu-san sounds regretful. Sharp thinking for a world without “white company” vibes. Seeing individuals as organizational cogs? Progressive.

“N-No, I’m just happy you think that.”

Shaaru-chan waves her hands, flustered, knocking papers and pens off her desk. So cute.

“Razu-san, I feel the same.”

“Oh? You get it, huh? Kei, was it? We’ll get along. The demi-human thing threw me, but you’ll be fine. Can’t help openly, but I’ll back you up quietly. Do your thing. Gotta run—urgent business.”

Gulp gulp! He downs his ale and leaves. The door creaks open, slams shut. So cool. I wanna be like that. Other adventurers look at him with respect. Was he big in his prime? Surviving this life-or-death job intact is impressive.

Gulp gulp… ugh!

“Kei, you’re not a drinker—don’t push it!”

Busted.

“So, come to the guild tomorrow morning. We’ll be waiting.”

Shaaru-chan smiles brightly. Gotta protect that smile.

Alright, business done. Back to the orphanage.

As we leave, Shaaru-chan’s getting chewed out by a gaudy receptionist. Probably work stuff, so I can’t butt in, but I’m pissed.

“Bestelta, let’s sell materials and magic stones only through Shaaru-san’s desk.”

“Oh? Got a plan, huh? Got it.”

Bestelta’s trusting gaze stings. No plan—just wanna get closer to Shaaru-chan and boost her by selling through her. Also, a middle finger to the guild. Pure ulterior motives.

Guild paperwork’s done. Time to head back, eat, and… thrive. Nufufu.

Daylight’s hectic, huh? I miss the chill Forest of Certain Death life. But this doesn’t feel like work—just doing what I love. I could stay busy forever like this.

Back at the orphanage, Zarudo and the kids greet me energetically, followed by Karin and the demi-humans.

“Welcome back, Master-sama.”

“W-Welcome back, Master-sama.”

Whoa, Luna and Maia are kneeling!

“Why’re you kneeling?”

“Kei-sama is our Master-sama. It’s only natural.”

“Y-Yes…”

Luna’s smooth—best kneeler I’ve seen. Weird compliment. Maia’s awkward. The gap of experience, huh?

“Kei-sama, I’ve baptized them both. New Geos followers! More will come from the slums starting tomorrow. Geos-sama’s faith grows, and I feel His power rising daily. We might receive an oracle… Oh, what would I do then!”

Karin squirms, ecstatic. Can you feel Geos’s power? As the last Geos priestess, maybe she can. Bit intense, though.

“Lo… ngh, Kei! Dinner’s ready!”

Silvia calls from the back. She almost said “lolicon,” didn’t she?

“Coming. Luna, Maia, let’s go.”

I’m mature, so I’ll let it slide.

“No, the floor or stable is enough for us.”

“Uh… y-yeah, that’s right.”

Luna, that’ll make Silvia hate you. Maia’s face screams, “No way!” Tone down the humility.

Silvia strong-arms them to the table. Can’t eat calmly with people on the floor, right?

Luna sits reluctantly at the table’s edge, Maia follows. Kids surround them, curious.

As expected, the kids bombard them with questions. Maia answers cheerfully, Luna politely. Their personalities shine.

At this rate, more people won’t fit in the room. Gotta figure that out.

“This food’s amazing!”

“Maia, slow down.”

“Yef! Sowy!”

Maia stuffs her face with flame ragout and salad, blissful. Eating tons was her wish, so fair, but mind your manners. Kids’ll copy you.

Luna silently pinches Maia’s cheek—hard, lifting it.

“Owowowow!”

“You, know your place. If Master-sama corrects you, apologize like you’re offering a finger or two.”

Grrr. Luna’s hyena face twists, scolding—no, threatening—Maia. Terrifying.

Luna’s long slave life couldn’t let Maia’s behavior slide. But I don’t want fingers!

“Sorry! Sorry!”

Maia wails pitifully.

Luna keeps twisting, practically lifting Maia’s soft cheek. Looks painful.

“Loud voices disturb everyone, don’t they?”

“Eeeek!”

Maia’s eyes tear up.

“Luna, that’s enough.”

“Yes. My apologies for overstepping. You, apologize properly. Now.”

“S-Sorry…”

Both bow. Maia glances at Luna, spooked. Yeah, that was scary.

“Apologize!”

“Yef!”

Kids mimic them, giggling. Oh no, they’re copying. At least they’re not scared.

“Master-sama, may I handle her discipline? She’s a problem like this.”

“Uh… I don’t want it too harsh.”

A slave disciplining another slave? Weird.

“Thank you for your care. But as one who guides Geos followers, Master-sama’s slaves must be proper to set an example.”

“Hmm… that’s true.”

Karin’s eyes glint. Uh-oh, fanatic mode.

“No one may slight Kei-sama or Geos-sama. Luna, I trust you.”

“Yes, leave it to me.”

Are these two in sync? Oh, both serve something—makes sense. Maia’s face is pure despair, but she’s still eating.

“Silvia, how’s Cosmodia going?”

Been curious, so I ask.

“Hm? Oh, it’s going well. I think we’ll have a prototype soon.”

Faster than I expected.

“Is Cosmodia that easy to make?”

“Easy-peasy. Thanks to the Brass family secret recipe.”

Like a yakitori shop’s special sauce. If it’s that simple, the kids can handle it.

“I’m teaching the dexterous kids bit by bit. Once we start full production, they’ll manage the others.”

Kids managing at that age? Well, this world has levels, and beastmen grow fast. Zarudo’s group keeps training, getting bigger. Levels are wild.