Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 10

Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~

Chapter 10   Elsa’s Mother Plan

“Listen, Ars. Your mother is beautiful, noble, and wise. Whoever you choose to marry in the future must surpass her. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom!”

“It’s not ‘Mom,’ it’s ‘Mother.’ Try again.”

“Mother!”

“Good.”

What on earth am I witnessing?

Drifting in this world for six years now, it’s been three years since I picked up Ars and assigned Elsa as his mother. But seeing scenes like this unfold in front of me, I can’t help but think, “Hmm? Did I perhaps make a mistake in choosing her?”

And yet, this happens every day.

It’s not so much education anymore as it is indoctrination.

Or rather, there aren’t many women superior to Elsa in the first place.

I want her to stop raising the bar for Ars’s marriage prospects.

Besides, he’s only three years old.

Is it right to indoctrinate him into believing that his mother is the ideal woman at such an important time when he’s forming his own values?

Yes, he’s three years old.

Just three years old.

When I picked him up, Ars was just a chubby little thing, but now he’s become a full-fledged toddler. Why is human growth so precious?

It’s moving. As a Dad, I’m moved!

“Precious!”

“Please, husband, hold your excitement. We’re in the middle of Ars’s education.”

“Oh, yes.”

I got scolded. Elsa never had much restraint from the beginning, but after finishing her two-year term and being released from slavery, it seems she’s become even more unrestrained.

She probably never expected the day of her liberation to come. However, perhaps that unexpectedness worked in a positive direction. Even now, after being freed from slavery, she still pledges absolute loyalty to me and Ars.

Even if she throws harsh words at me, even if she subjects Ars to what might seem like indoctrination, there’s not a shadow of doubt in her heart. If anything, her loyalty seems to have grown stronger than when she was a slave.

It’s been three peaceful and enjoyable years as a harmonious family. But today, of all days, Elsa finally said something unbelievable.

“…I see, perhaps it’s about time. Ars, from today onwards, you shall be able to run errands on your own.”

“Errands?”

What…?

“Yes, errands. If you continue to spend your childhood solely within the confines of your father’s castle, you won’t accumulate life experiences. Fortunately, for a three-year-old, you possess considerable strength. It shouldn’t pose any problems for you to venture into town alone. …Understand? This is a mission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mother!”

“Good.”

Wha…!?

You’re sending my precious Ars into the human town, alone, for errands!?

No, no, no!!

I absolutely won’t allow it, Dad won’t allow it!

What if, what if by some chance…

What if Ars is attacked by thugs in town!?

What if he’s kidnapped, what will I do!?

“No!”

“Please, be quiet.”

“Yes…”

It was no use.

Dad tried his best, but it was no use.

Mom’s scary, isn’t she?

She has eyes that could kill with just a glance, doesn’t she?

“But, isn’t it dangerous?”

“Sigh… This is why parents are so…”

I was called a doting parent.

Don’t say such things.

Elsa’s a doting parent too, you know.

Hey, hey.

Doting parent Elsa~

“Listen, husband. Firstly, Ars is intelligent.”

“That’s right. Absolutely right.”

“And he’s strong.”

“Yes.”

Of course he is.

After all, I’ve been providing him with top-notch education since he was a baby.

He’ll definitely grow up to be a great man!

“Sigh… It seems you don’t quite understand.”

“What do you mean?”

“Firstly, when I say ‘strong,’ I don’t mean strong for a three-year-old, I mean strong as a warrior. And intelligence. This isn’t in comparison to other three-year-olds… Do you understand?”

“Y-yeah.”

Ah, yes.

I understand what you’re trying to say, more or less.

I’m sorry.

It’s all my fault.

I deeply apologize.

“All of that is thanks to your gifted education, husband. By now, there’s no dumb thug in town who could stop Ars on his own. Or rather, no ordinary person could stop him. Therefore, all Ars needs now is life experience.”

“Got it. Got it, Elsa. You’re right. Errands are indeed necessary.”

I see, that’s how it is.

Certainly, Ars, whom I have diligently trained with all my might, wouldn’t lose to any adventurer or thug out there. Even if he’s only three years old.

Elsa was right.

“Mother, what’s a dumb thug?”

“It’s trash.”

“Trash?”

“Yes. Trash. They’re scum who kidnap, hurt people, and extort money from the weak. If you find them, beat them up.”

Well, that’s true, but… It’s true, but couldn’t you phrase it a bit differently?

What if Ars gets a strange impression of other people because of this?

Emotional upbringing, common sense, and sensitivity have been left to her, but I’m starting to worry.

Well, looking at Ars’ upbringing, so pure and innocent, I do think it was good to leave it to her though.

According to Elsa, this is what she calls the “Mother Plan” or something like that, but I’m sure it’s succeeding.

“Listen, Ars. You have two days starting now. In these two days, you must prepare everything on this list all by yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mother!”

“Alright then, off you go.”

When Elsa said that, Ars’ eyes sparkled with excitement at his first errand, or rather, his first solo mission.

He quickly packed his things and departed from this base on the southern continent on the back of the pet dragon.

By the way, the pet dragon is a family’s multi-purpose vehicle.

Unlike me, who can teleport, Elsa requested a means of transportation, so I immediately trained this method of movement after buying the slave.

“Well, I might as well go check on Ars.”

“Of course. What if something happens to him? I’ll come along too.”

Ah, so Elsa had that in mind after all.

Well, that makes sense.

No matter how talented he is and how safely he can accumulate life experiences, he’s still only three years old.

Having this level of safety margin is necessary, and above all, it’s a parent’s duty.

That’s a relief.

It seems Elsa had at least this level of common sense.

“If Ars is even a little bit in danger, I’ll bring him back immediately.”

“No, there’s no need for that. If that happens, I’ll kill the assailant with my own hands.”

“No, please don’t…”

Correction.

Common sense was out the window.