“I went to report to my lord at his mansion, and for some reason, I was shown a parent-child comedy instead of a husband-wife comedy?”

Translated by Dawn

Edited by Dawn

“I went to report to my lord at his mansion, and for some reason, I was shown a parent-child comedy instead of a husband-wife comedy?”

“Rolando, thank you so much for all you have done for us.”

The day after touring Marine Trill, I once again visited the residence of lord Badguy. The above was his first words at the opening of my visit.

For my part, the king’s request was one thing, but my desire to see the ocean for the first time in this world was stronger than anything else, and if anything, the Octopus matter was just a side issue.

Even if he thanked me for the work I had done on such a random occasion, it would be more than complicated for me, and I would even feel sorry.

“You don’t have to worry about it. It’s no big deal.”

“If defeating that Octopus is no big deal for you, what in the world is the big deal?”

BADGUY replied to my words with a wry smile on his face. Surely, defeating a giant monster over 30 meters big as easy as twisting a baby’s hand is no big deal…?

In fact, the only person who could defeat Octopus, apart from myself, was Nagartinya, so I guess it was a big deal in general. However, I didn’t have the impression that Octopus was very strong, because, for me, Octopus was an opponent whose value was not found in anything other than ingredients for takoyaki.

While I was thinking about this, suddenly there was a knock at the door of the office, and a pretty girl appeared through the door with the word “Come in” from Badguy.

She was in her mid-teens, with long pale blue hair and blue eyes, which seemed to be filled with a strong will.

“Nice to meet you, I…I am the daughter of Badguy von Umigaiya, my name is Abbazoure.”

“My name is Rolando. Pleased to meet you.”

Abbazoure, or some familiar Japanese word, was floating around in my head, but I guess this was the kind of flower that wouldn’t be said. I wouldn’t think of her as a abazure  by any means. …Ah, I said it. 

But still, the father was a Badguy and his daughter is a Abazu…… no, Abbazoure, I mean. What is going on with this family’s naming sense?

“Ku, kukuku…”

“What’s wrong with you, Viscount Badguy–”

“Hahahahaha! Abbazoure. What’s with the cat-like mannerisms, what a creepy way of speaking from my own daughter?”

“Father…would you please shut up for a minute?”

Well, I knew that he had almost called herself “me” at first and that she was pretending to be a cat to flatter me, but even so, I wondered if I should reveal her manipulations to the nobles, who were supposed to be on the side of winning me over.

However, such a little manipulation would never win me over, and Badguy probably understood that which was why he laughed so hard at his daughter’s desperate attempts to win me over.

Then, the father, who was poking fun at the daughter’s acting like a cat, and the daughter, who was gradually shedding her skin and refuting the father with her usual broken attitude, started a quarrel between the father and daughter.

I was in a position to stop them from fighting, but I was basically indifferent to things I had no interest in, so I decided to wait for the fight to die down naturally while eating some of the dishes I had made and stored in storage, such as steamed meat buns and French fries.

“My father has always had a bad sense of delicacy. He came into my room without knocking while I was changing my clothes, farted while I was eating, and so on… But he is still the head of a noble family!”

—Nom, nom, nom, nom…

“Hmm, I am a man of the sea. If a man of the sea cares about such a small thing, he won’t be able to decide which is the right choice when the time comes!”

—Nom, nom, nom, nom…

“…And for that matter, you should be a little more concerned about what people see. You never know who might be watching and where.”

—Crisp, Crisp, Crisp…

““What in the world are you doing!!!””

“I’m watching a fight between father and daughter, what’s wrong?”

““I’m not showing you our fight!””

“Oh, you two are indeed a father and daughter. It’s a perfect performance.”

““It’s not a performance!””

As they had been father and daughter for a number of years, the comedic performance was quite well-matched. Well, I think it’s time for me to leave.

So I got up from the sofa and was about to go to the door when I felt hands on both shoulders. One was Badguy and the other was Abbazoure.

“…I’ve done what I came here to do and I’d like to go home.”

“You can’t do that after eating something so delicious right in front of me, you know? Rolando-kun?”

“That’s right. I want you to let me at least eat that smoky thing.”

“All right, take your hands off me, will you? You’re acting like a kid in the house who hasn’t been fed, okay?”

““Ugh.””

The two of them involuntarily shushed at my sarcastic figurative expression. Well, if they want to eat it, I’ll let them eat it…

So I served them the food I had prepared in advance from the Storage. By the way, the first thing I was eating was a meat bun, the next was French fries, and the last was potato chips.

In addition to the foods I was eating, I also served fried chicken monster meat, egg sandwiches, and other sandwiches made with vegetables and fruits.

As was the case at the banquet, many people who live in the sea eat a lot, and I was surprised at the amount of food that was served to me, but from the amount of food that I was eating, it was an amount that I could understand.

It was enough to make one wonder if perhaps the glamour of the women in this town was due to the fact that they eat a lot. In fact, Abbasole’s body was quite wonderfully proportioned for a teenager. …I’d say she’s about level E in her chest part.

After eating a little or a lot of food for two, the father and daughter were now enjoying the pudding I had found time to make for them.

“Well, that was a great meal.”

“It was very good.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Now I must leave you. Do you have any messages for the king?”

“Tell him that I appreciate him sending Rolando-kun to help me with this matter. Also, tell him I will be in the royal capital soon.”

“Alright. I will make sure to let him know.”

Finally, my business at the lord’s mansion was finished, and I shook hands with Badguy for the last time. After all, I could clearly say now that this lord, despite his name, was not a bad one.

“Aba…Miss Abbasole, all the best to you too.”

“Yes… Rolando-sama, will we see each other again?”

“This place is overflowing with seafood. I visit regularly to stock up on it if I get the chance.”

When I said this, she blushed her cheeks and gave me a beaming smile. …Hmm, what a nice smile. As I was thinking about this, Badguy started to make fun of Abbasazulle as if throwing cold water.

“Ooohh, you’ve never made a face like that at me before, did you?”

“Father! What are you talking about?”

“No, technically, you showed it to me when you were a kid. You were so cute back then. You probably don’t remember, but you used to tell me, ‘When I grow up, I’m going to be Father’s wife.’”

“Father!!”

After that one comment from Badguy, the parent-child comic dialogue…or rather, the parent-child fight began again, and I decided to leave early so as not to get involved.

Thus, the matter of purchasing fish and sightseeing…or rather, defeating Octopus, was settled, and I decided to leave the inn and other various things for a report and return to the royal capital once.