Reincarnated Devil's Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~ - Chapter 15
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Reincarnated Devil’s Strongest Hero Training Plan ~The baby he picked up has grown up so well that his father is confused~
Chapter 15 The daily life of a certain lower-class devil and the eyes of Gaius
Ah, I’m bored.
No, that’s not it, it’s peaceful.
Today, the world is at peace once again.
“And why do the stars revolve, bringing the dawn?”
“Please refrain from saying foolish things and kindly move aside, husband. You’re in the way of cleaning.”
“Hey, wait! My precious futon! It was so warm and cozy!”
“Hmph!”
Aaargh!
Just as I was about to grasp the truth of this world and peacefully indulge in another nap!
My futon was rudely snatched away by the demon Elsa!
What is this? Is there no mercy in this world!?
Ugh, I’m really getting irritated now.
Well, if it’s come to this, then I’ll just have to do that.
I’ll seek refuge in someone who can stand up to that demon Elsa!
Come on, my beloved son, please comfort your poor father!
“Ars, your dear mother is bullying your father again.”
“You can’t do that, Dad. You need to wake up properly in the morning. Both Mom and Gaius are already awake and working, you know?”
Wha…!?
Ars, did you just betray me!?
…No, wait, that’s not it.
He didn’t really betray me, he’s just stating the obvious.
But I can’t stand that smug look on Elsa’s face as if she’s won!
Ugh, just because she’s drop-dead gorgeous doesn’t mean she can get away with everything!
Someday, I’ll definitely give her what’s coming to her!
The sins of the futon are heavy!
“Well, can’t be helped. Since I’m already up, I’ll eat breakfast and then go see Gaius. There’s also the matter of his vision recovery.”
“Huh?! Gaius’s eyes will be healed!? Dad, I’m coming too!”
Several days have passed since Ars successfully completed his first errand, but he hasn’t mentioned anything about his vision yet.
Initially, I thought he would bring it up himself, so I waited, but the fact that he hasn’t mentioned it at all has been bothering me.
It seems Ars himself has been curious about this topic, as he’s been anxiously observing the situation every day.
And so, we ate a light breakfast together and headed out to the garden.
By the way, today’s breakfast wasn’t prepared by Elsa but by Gaius. Well, to be honest, it’s been like this every day lately.
He’s a slave purchased and favored by Ars for his prowess as a high-ranking warrior, but his skills as a servant are equally remarkable. As a remnant of previous role allocations, tasks like cleaning and laundry are handled by Elsa according to her mood, but cooking is primarily Gaius’s responsibility.
In fact, his household abilities have become increasingly apparent day by day, to the extent that he’s becoming indispensable in this castle. This has been particularly helpful since Elsa, who manages the castle while caring for Ars, used to bear a heavier burden in terms of chores.
It turns out that Gaius, who is currently thirty years old, spent his twenties adventuring while also taking care of his siblings, acting as the eldest son of a poor farming family. His initial motivation for becoming an adventurer stemmed from the need to support his family’s livelihood.
Afterward, through various trials and tribulations, he honed his talents and ascended to the highest echelons as a warrior. However, glimpses of the struggles he faced in his youth can still be seen.
Moreover, it seems that selling himself after losing his vision and consequently his combat abilities was his way of fulfilling his final duty as the eldest brother before his impending marriage. Despite negotiating conditions with Sebas, he handled it well. He’s truly a compassionate man.
“Hey, Gaius. You’re looking sharp. Is that a training method you’ve developed as a warrior? Hmm, surprisingly fitting.”
“Yeah, Master. Just getting in the way here in the garden. Nah, it’s just a break from work. I need to keep my warrior instincts sharp, sorry about that.”
“No worries at all, keep it up.”
He says it’s a break from work, but in reality, it’s not. I know he’s already finished tasks like cooking and laundry since early morning, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he’s done with today’s work already.
All that’s left is preparing lunch and dinner, but he’s already made the preparations to start on them soon. With his diligent and earnest work ethic, there’s absolutely no reason to complain about this man.
Truly, even though high-ranking warriors can compensate for their limited vision to some extent with techniques like magical sense perception and intuition, there are still limits to human capabilities. I hope he’s not overdoing it.
After observing Gaius swinging his greatsword for a while and taking a break, I decided to speak up again.
By the way, this greatsword is an improvised training weapon I prepared using alchemy. I plan to get him a proper one eventually.
“Listen, I know it may be out of the blue, but…”
“Come on, Master, no need to be so formal. I’m just a servant, there’s no need to hold back.”
“Well, that’s true, but it’s just my nature, so please bear with me. Anyway, to the point, about that curse on your eyes, I could lift it if you want. It’s just a type of magic that uses mana, after all. Removing a curse is a piece of cake.”
Upon hearing this question, he twitched his shoulders and pondered for a while.
Hmm, doesn’t seem like he’s jumping at the chance to get it cured. …Hmm, I wonder if there’s some underlying reason for that?
To be honest, I can lift the curse anytime, and I only asked casually, so I hope he doesn’t take it too seriously.
For now, let’s take a peek at the color of his soul. Emotionally, it seems to be a mix of “determination” stemming from “fighting spirit,” I suppose.
Hmm, still not entirely clear.
Despite having the ability as a demon to sense emotions to some extent, this ability is by no means omnipotent.
“…No. I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s unnecessary meddling, Master.”
“May I ask for the reason?”
“Sure. But first, let me be clear. This is just my selfishness. If you’re seeking me as a combat asset, as Ars guardian, you can ignore this request. That’s my job.”
His attitude of recognizing his own position, distinguishing between requests and duties, is highly commendable.
Since having sight would increase his value as a combat slave, it ultimately depends on the master’s judgment.
Nevertheless, I won’t refuse this request.
It would be foolish to sour relations over something trivial with such an honest and honorable warrior. If it becomes truly necessary, he will come forward on his own. I have no interest in forcibly bending his will.
“Depending on the reason, I’ll generally respect your will. Don’t underestimate me too much.”
“Haha, I thought you’d say that. Indeed, Ars old man is as expected. Quite magnanimous. As for the reason why I won’t get it cured, it’s not as profound as you might think. Simply put, it’s a reminder for me. As a warrior.”
And then, he began to sporadically talk about the history of his eyes.