Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 128 Baron

As evening descends upon the capital, it takes on a deep crimson hue, casting a striking contrast.

The houses, with their black wooden frames and white stone walls, create a truly captivating spectacle.

“Well then, shall we head to the baronial estate?”

We walk. It seems to be a bit away from the bustling shopping district.

Despite being surrounded by castle walls on all sides except for the eastern sea, the interior apparently boasts a considerable expanse.

Passing through residential neighborhoods, we arrive at an upscale residential area.

“Wow, such extravagant houses.”

“You’re right.”

Minya’s eyes widen in amazement.

This is the area where the baronial estates are lined up, and indeed, it has a somewhat aristocratic mansion-like feel.

There’s ample space between the houses, with trees and even a small garden here and there.

While it might not be vast enough for something like miniature golf, unlike the tightly packed houses in the regular residential district, the scenery here is completely different.

“Here we are.”

“Wow, oh wow.”

“Is this where Ed-chan’s grandpa lives?”

“That’s right.”

Ah, I see. It’s Ed’s maternal grandparents’ house, after all.

It’s just that when I became aware of things, we were living in the slums, so I don’t really have a strong sense of it.

We open the gate and step inside. There’s a small front yard, and at the end of a short pathway stands the main entrance.

Unlike in modern times with buzzers at the gate, here you need to enter and confirm.

I knock on the ornate, stylish wooden door.

Knock, knock.

“Yes, who may I ask is calling?”

“It’s Tomaria. I’ve brought Ed and his brides.”

“Ah, yes, of course, young lady. I’ll open the door right away.”

Young lady, referring to my mom.

It feels a bit odd imagining her being addressed like that.

The door swings open.

“Please, come in.”

It was a maid. Even in the Baron’s household, there are maids. I guess that makes sense; they are still a noble family. I had thought that only the lord of the house would be here, being a lower-ranking noble family.

The short-haired maid with brown hair is a young woman, and she has a charming demeanor. She’s quite cute, but perhaps it’s because she’s wearing a mini-skirt maid uniform that I find her even more charming. In this world, maids wear mini-skirts due to a culture of conserving fabric. As compensation, they almost always wear garter belts and knee-high socks, which I quite liked.

“Welcome,” we all greet as we enter.

After the maid closes the door behind us, she takes the lead and guides us through. Even her silhouette from behind is in a mini-skirt, and you can catch a glimpse of her thighs – quite tantalizing.

I’m not some creepy old man, but things that catch your eye do catch your eye. I’ve seen similar outfits at the Lord’s Manor Hotel, but somehow, when it’s a young lady, it brings an extra sense of delight.

“You must be tired. I’ll prepare some tea.”

“Ah, thank you, Elanda-chan.”

“Yes, young lady.”

So, her name is Elanda-chan. She gives a deep nod and exits the reception room. This room serves as both a waiting area and a guest room, with a long table and chairs lined up, so we each take our seats like we would for a meal.

“Phew, we’ve done a lot of walking today, so I’m pretty tired.”

“Indeed.”

“I’m fine, meow.”

Ah, I see. Ciel is still full of energy. Minya, on the other hand, usually doesn’t engage in much physical activity beyond what I do. We’re relatively quiet individuals, not running around like rambunctious kids inside the house all day long. That’s why when we walk long distances, Minya tends to get a bit tired, I guess.

Minya sat in a chair, swinging her legs playfully. She seemed so childlike and adorable.

Lania sat with her legs in a figure-eight, like a young girl, her feet hovering above the ground. Ah, this pose seemed a bit more reserved.

Ciel wandered around the room, gazing at everything with curiosity, observing intently.

The furnishings consisted of just one painting: a depiction of a girl in a red dress standing on a grassy field. Probably a portrait of Mom when she was little. The hair color matched, and all.

There was also a set of decorative plates placed somewhere. White porcelain-like material adorned with blue paint, creating intricate patterns.

Then there was a small altar, likely used for offerings to Raffalier-sama, maybe dried meat or something.

“Hehe, quite luxurious, meow.”

Yeah, the Baron’s family seems more affluent than I thought.

Speaking of which, Dad’s still alive, apparently.

According to Tomaria, it was a few years before I was born. Feeling endangered, Dad embarked on a wandering journey across various lands. He apparently considered taking us along but decided to leave us behind due to the urgency and my young age at the time.

It’s not like he was heartless; it was probably because it seemed safer to leave us behind.

Dad, from the royal bloodline. I wonder what kind of person he is. He must be quite the handsome fellow to have won over Mom, who has such a lively spirit.

I wonder if he has black hair. But they mentioned something about hereditary traits skipping generations, so he’s probably a blonde. Most royals and nobles here have blonde hair.

We sipped our tea and chatted casually.

As time passed, it was soon dinnertime, and Grandpa and Grandma made their appearance.

“Tomaria, and Ed, right? And you’re already married at that age?”

“Yes, that’s right. Isn’t that so, Ed?”

“Yes, they’re all my girls.”

As Grandpa opened the door, this was his first remark.

It feels like I’m saying some déjà vu phrase, but the undeniable truth can’t be changed, and sometimes you want to make a cool statement, you know.

“Hahaha, just like Tomaria, indeed, indeed. Now, let’s have a meal together with your grandparents.”

“Come on, have a seat.”

Grandpa appeared, so we all stood up and sat back down.

“We express our gratitude to Raffalier-sama and begin.”

“To our meal!”