Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 130

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

Chapter 130   King and Grandpa

After finishing breakfast, we gather to decide today’s plans.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“Today, His Majesty the King will be meeting with us.”

“Huh, really?”

“Yes, indeed.”

Tomaria informs us casually.

Right, I remember now—Tomaria’s grandfather is the king’s brother.

Tomaria’s attire is the usual formal attire. However, she’s not wearing her chest armor.

“I wonder if this outfit is suitable. Shouldn’t I be wearing a dress or something?”

Lania expresses her concern.

“Don’t worry. Today’s an informal audience. Formally, it’s not considered an audience, just a private gathering.”

“I see.”

“Yes. Despite being relatives, there are many who believe that if they have time to meet with children, they should meet with the king instead. It’s a secret in public.”

“I understand.”

“So, casual attire is perfectly fine.”

After a while, a carriage arrived.

For something like an audience with the king, a welcoming carriage would be sent.

Come to think of it, I remember riding a carriage in Trieste City as well.

Since this is a personal matter, the kingdom’s emblem isn’t displayed this time. However, for a formal audience, I hear they use carriages with the kingdom’s emblem and provide an escort.

Formal audiences seem quite intricate, I realize.

“Yay!”

“Meow!”

Minya and Ciel peer out the window, visibly excited.

As the carriage travels through the town, it’s moving relatively slowly from my modern perspective. But for the children, it’s probably thoroughly enjoyable.

Inside the carriage, Lania and I share some playful moments. Hehe.

We held hands and leaned against each other.

Once we passed through the noble district, we crossed a moat and entered the section where the royal palace is situated.

The carriage came to a stop beside a building after passing through the gate.

It’s a lobby with a roof, ensuring that even if it rains, we won’t get wet.

Truly befitting a royal palace.

“Hehe, this is amazing.”

“Truly luxurious, as expected.”

“It’s kind of awe-inspiring, meow.”

Ciel seems a bit bewildered. Her cute cat ears make it forgivable.

Maidens line up in the entrance hall, bowing their heads respectfully.

Oh, indeed, they’re in mini-maid uniforms. Absolute territory paired with knee-high socks. Adorable.

Five on the left, five on the right – a total of ten.

“Welcome.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

Minya and the others cheerfully respond, and the maids return the morning greetings.

The children by the entrance must be responsible for attending to the comings and goings of visitors.

If that’s the case, it seems quite extravagant, or rather, an elaborate deployment of personnel.

Since it’s the entrance, there might be instances when odd people show up. It’s plausible to speculate that such situations require personnel.

Now, in the lobby just after entering, there’s a row of sofas.

This seems to serve as both a waiting room and a reception area. It’s almost like a modern-day hotel.

After waiting for a short while, we’re guided further inside.

We enter a room that’s not the audience chamber but rather a parlor.

Inside, there are two grandfathers.

“Hey there, good of you to come. Ed-kun, I’m King Emildor Acrilshield.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning. I am Prince Auridor Acrilshield, the king’s younger brother.”

Their faces resemble each other, leaving no doubt that they are brothers. Both have the appearance of Poseidon, with their white hair and rugged features.

Do you recall Poseidon? It’s that kind of face, akin to the deities of Greek mythology—square and robust.

Their hair is white, but it’s not “hakuhatsu,” it’s “shiraga.”

Originally, both of them seemed to have had golden hair. A hint of gold still lingers.

It’s a bit complex, but my last name was supposed to be Alister.

The grandfather’s house where I stayed last night, the Alister family, seems to have influenced my last name to become that of my maternal side. I don’t know why.

Even after marriage, doesn’t the mother’s surname get passed down? Alternatively, there’s the possibility that my old man might already be deceased.

I have no clue where he is or what he’s doing, but it’s quite troublesome.

“Grandson, oh, my grandson, come over here.”

“Oh, yes.”

I step forward toward the grandfatherly figure.

He embraces me tightly and gives my back a hearty pat.

“How about it? Why not come live in the royal palace?”

“Well, I need to attend Trieste City’s high school.”

“Not necessarily. There are still a few years until then, so even for that duration, it would be fine.”

“Um, I can’t decide that on my own. Besides, there’s Gid and the others.”

“Gid, huh? Seems that gentleman is still alive. Good to hear, good to hear.”

And so, they take turns looking at the three girls in the room.

“These girls are your friends?”

“Um, they’re my brides, yes.”

“Hahaha, brides, is it? Well, that’s delightful.”

The two old men burst into laughter.

Mm, they’re not taking it seriously. Even so, I’m genuinely resolved to take them as my brides.

“Ed’s bride, Minya. She’s Gid’s daughter.”

“Oh, I see, that kind of connection. And an Elf with strong blood, aren’t you?”

“Ed-kun’s bride, Lania. She’s from the Magi tribe.”

“A noble from the Madold Kingdom, hmm.”

“Ed-kun’s bride, Ciel. Um, she’s the village chief’s daughter.”

“If it’s just the village chief, then no worries, ahaha.”

Right, we’re a place that welcomes all kinds of races.

“So, you’re the dark-haired, dark-eyed reincarnation of our ancestor, Ed. I see.”

“Well, yes, something like that.”

I take a sip of tea. It’s high-quality black tea. Quite delicious, actually.

“While I was in the slums, Tomaria was sending money to me, but it seems it got skimmed and never reached me.”

“Skimmed? If something like that happens, they’d be caught if they checked the records.”

“Well, I don’t really understand the details.”

“I see. What about the Adventurer’s Guild?”

“Not yet. They seem to dislike interference, making it difficult for nobles to get involved.”

“True, it’s probably the case for a Baron’s family. But we’re of the royal family.”

“The royal family, indeed.”

In other words, the king might take action for us. It’s a mix of hoping for the best and being cautious.

There’s a possibility that people might lose their heads due to royal decrees.

Thinking about it, it’s quite a burden.

The cost is two gold coins per month, which should amount to around twenty gold coins in a year.

For the price of a beheading, it’s relatively cheap, you could say.

However, I hope they make amends for the wrongdoing.

I was living on Ilk beans in the slums, you see.