Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 12

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

Chapter 12   The insight of the talented merchant Sebas

“Hello. Is this the Sebastar Slave Emporium?”

When Ars visited the Sebastar Slave Emporium, he promptly approached a man who seemed to be a shop attendant.

I wonder if I should commend my son for not being afraid at all of such a place set up in this back alley, or what exactly I should say in admiration of him.

However, understandably, the shop attendant was bewildered by the visit of what appeared to be a three-year-old toddler and was contemplating the situation with a puzzled expression.

Well, it’s to be expected. Normally, one would think that a well-dressed child being alone in a place like this is either lost or up to some mischief.

“Hmm? What’s with this child? Listen, this isn’t a place for children to be…”

“Wait there, young man. It’s too heavy a burden for you to handle this child. Let me take over.”

As expected, Ars was about to be turned away by the man, but apparently, Mr. Sebas, who seemed to have been observing from the back of the store, pushed aside the shop attendant and came forward.

Oh, indeed, Mr. Sebas himself, the owner of the shop, personally handling the situation. He’s certainly competent.

His merchant instincts must have kicked in with this unnatural situation, prompting him to step forward. He’s got a keen eye.

“Hello, sir. Is this the Sebastar Slave Emporium?”

“Yes indeed, young customer. My apologies for the rudeness of our staff earlier. So, what brings you here?”

“Yes. I’ve come to buy a slave.”

A three-year-old toddler asserts with an innocent smile that he has come to buy a slave.

Wow, the other world is scary.

Even though this may be the culture of this world, …no, even in this world, this situation is quite rare.

Yes, what’s frightening is not the situation itself but the fact that Ars doesn’t feel any discomfort at all, and Mr. Sebas is handling it naturally.

“Oh, to buy a slave…”

“Yes. I’ve been asked to purchase a slave to work as a servant in the castle. My mother instructed me to visit this shop first, saying that the owner here is competent.”

Mr. Sebas reacted strongly to the words “castle servant” first.

From the mouth of this well-dressed three-year-old came the word “castle,” implying that he is probably a member of a high-ranking noble family.

However, if that’s the case, what about this situation where he doesn’t even have any guards?

Thinking along those lines, he next pondered the keyword “mother said”.

It’s just speculation from here, but most likely, among the women who would become acquainted with him, he must be searching his minds for someone who brought their child into this situation and associated the word “castle.”

“Hmm… Hmm… I can’t believe, no, could it be? However… But, I can’t think of anything else…”

“Um, is something the matter?”

Mr. Sebas seemed to have a realization or suspicion, directing a look of astonishment or perhaps even fear towards Ars.

Well, superficially, yes, but the way his emotions fluctuated suggests that he might be more afraid of the person behind Ars, wouldn’t you say? At the same time, it seems he’s also considering this as a business opportunity.

It appears he knows about the person who sent Ars.

Wow, who could it be, really?

…Let’s stop kidding around.

Well, well, he’s truly the shrewd merchant I anticipated.

To deduce the person behind this just from this exchange, and to understand who this child is, that’s no ordinary feat.

As the parent who orchestrated this situation, as a mastermind, let’s give him credit for his cunning.

“Oh, my apologies, sir. I was lost in thought for a moment. How embarrassing. But my, how you’ve grown, Master Ars. Are Lord Kakyu and Lady Elsa doing well?”

“Huh?! How do you know about my father and mother?”

Caught off guard by the accurate mention of his family and then realizing that Mr. Sebas seems to be acquainted with his father and mother, Ars eyes sparkle with excitement.

Ars places absolute trust in me, his father, and harbors respect for Elsa, his mother.

I hate to say it myself, but perhaps it’s because he’s acquainted with such a beloved and great family, he must have felt excited.

“However, indeed, he is competent.”

“It’s only natural, husband. If he couldn’t deduce this much, there would have been no intention of facilitating the connection between that man and Ars. However, we should view it as having done the bare minimum.”

Oh, Elsa is still as harsh as ever.

But now it’s clear.

Indeed, I should continue to associate with this talented merchant in the future.

“Yes, indeed. I am aware. It’s all thanks to the connection, not as customers… no, Master Ars, since you were just a newborn baby. I believe I met Lady Elsa about a year ago as well, and it seems my intuition was not wrong.”

He’s probably referring to when Elsa requested the termination of the slave contract about a year ago.

Well, I had discreetly informed Mr. Sebas from the beginning that it was a two-year contract, so the termination seems to have gone smoothly.

He seems to overestimate me, including the unreasonable situation at that time when I easily let go of the slave. I don’t know what he’s imagining, but in reality, it was due to my personal circumstances.

Well, never mind.

“So, what kind of slave are you looking for this time? Your parents have been very helpful to us, so I will provide the utmost assistance.”

“Yes. Um, actually…I want you to choose a slave who is as strong as I am.”

And thus, Ars said something outrageous.