I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 4-12. Their Decision

[I’m usually at this house, so if you need anything, feel free to come by anytime. Also, I’d like to know where you’re staying so I can contact you if anything comes up.]

After that final exchange, I headed with light steps to the lodging facility that would serve as my base in Encarton.

I might be jumping the gun to say I’m lucky… but I definitely made a good find.

She’s undoubtedly a hidden gem. Besides those two things, she showed me other magical tools she had made, and each one was crafted with care.

Especially her magical camera, which had far higher clarity than anything on the market.

There’s no doubt she’ll become a renowned mechanical engineer in the future.

To have her make my prosthetic arm is nothing short of fortunate.

I should be thankful to Yueli’s father for throwing her out of the workshop today.

Anyway, thanks to the early resolution of the prosthetic arm issue, I can now focus on the future with Mashiro and the others.

Now it’s just a matter of waiting for the prosthetic arm to be completed with some fine-tuning, so I’ll have plenty of time to spend with each of them one by one.

The destination I arrived at was, as expected from my father’s prior arrangements, a rather high-class inn.

“Phew… alright!”

After psyching myself up, I completed the check-in, received the key, declined the escort, and made my way to the room I was told about.

Then, I knocked on the door.

I haven’t been this nervous since my job interview…

“It’s Ouga Vallet. May I come in?”

[…………]

There was no response.

Could it be that all four of them went out somewhere?

But I couldn’t just stand in front of the door forever.

Inserting the key and hearing the definite sound of the lock opening, I resolved myself and opened the door.

What came into view was the sight of the four of them sitting formally with unusually serious expressions.

Sensing that this was not an atmosphere to be taken lightly, I quickly knelt down to face them.

The timing to make my request was now or never.

Before the silence could permeate the air, I moistened my dry throat and began to speak.

“Everyone, I—”

“Ouga… starting tomorrow, we want you to go on dates with us.”

“—Huh?”