「Yuuri-chan is just a girl, so if you say she is the memento of a loved one, our family will allow the adoption.」
Eh? His family would approve of it if Rofas-san claimed that I am a memento? Would a boy get the same treatment as well?
「Is that the thing where, once the adopted girl grows up and resembles the man’s loved one, she’d undergo a class change from an adopted child to a wife? And even if that doesn’t happen, the man could use the girl politically by offering her as a bride to somebody else.」
Bwah.
I accidentally spat out the wasabi soy sauce daikon.
Cough, cough, cough.
It hurts, it hurts! The wasabi went down the wrong place.
「Are you okay, Yuuri-san?!」
「Hey, calm down.」
Rofas-san placed his big hand on my back.
His hand was big, warm, and tough. It was a man’s hand.
Wait, my mind shouldn’t wander in that direction. I have to think of something else…
Adopting a child in order to make her a bride… Waiting until the child grows up… Those indicate…
「The Hikaru Genji Plan…」(*1)
No, nobles from any world are… Or rather, the plan doesn’t only exist in that story, but is something that happens in real life.
Uwah, I don’t like that. If the person who was your father figure became your husband, wouldn’t that be the worst?
「What? The what plan?」
「Nothing. Anyway, I won’t become Rofas-san’s family! I’ll never, never, become your child nor your wife.」
Rofas-san looked incredibly sad there.
Stop it! Stop looking at me with those puppy eyes! That’s unfair!
I might’ve said too much, I thought.
「If Rofas-san gets married and his wife gives birth, he’d want a caretaker to take care of his child and the household chores. When that happens, please hire me.」
Saga-san placed his hand on Rofas-san’s shoulder.
「That’s it, I guess. She’ll be by your side as a helper once you get married.」
「Ugh, marriage… 」
Rofas-san went silent.
Does he really not want to get married that badly? Rofas-san seems to like children, and his children would surely be incredibly adorable.
「Nii-san, what’s your type? I’ll introduce you to some ladies.」
Saga-san asked Rofas-san, and he held his head.
「My type… I’ve never thought about it. I’ve dated and broken up with a few girls, but they were all different. If there was a strict one, there was also a kind one. I’ve dated a tall girl as well as a well-built girl too.」
Uwah, he wasn’t the type to have trouble getting a girl. Rofas-san… So you’re quite popular.
「Well, I only went out with them because they asked me out, but most of those relationships ended up with them asking me for money.」
Eh? Really?
「No, um, well, yeah. It’s fine. I wanted to help them out, since they were having trouble with money.」
I knew Rofas-san was a nice person, but wasn’t that a little too nice?
「In other words, you don’t know who you really liked yourself, right? In that case, aren’t you fine with any type of girl? It feels like I’ve made some progress in understanding who you are, nii-san. Do you want to go pick up some girls that match your criteria?」
Pick up girls that match his criteria…
Saga-san sounded like those marriage interview mediators. Huh? But aren’t marriages between nobles that sort of thing anyway?
「N-no, my type, my type of girl is…」
Rofas-san looked at me.
「S-someone who will worry about me would be nice. Also, she has to be good at cooking, and would smile at children. Yeah, a woman like that would be nice!」
Ehh… Rofas-san’s type was surprisingly normal.
That sounded like a woman you could find anywhere.
She could be blonde, have big eyes, a slim waist, maybe even big breasts, and she’d travel together with him as an adventurer… Or rather, if he doesn’t give out more conditions like those, wouldn’t he find someone really quickly?
If even then he still couldn’t find someone, does that mean he could only attract slightly bad women like the ones he’d dated before?
Pwah, went Saga-san. He then bursted into laughter.
「I see, that’s a hard one. You might have to wait another five years at least.」
Eh?
Really? Were normal girls like that rare in this world?
Which part made it difficult? Could it be the cooking condition? Maybe the hut’s food condition wasn’t especially poor, but rather because there weren’t many people who could even cook a proper meal in town to begin with. But surely that couldn’t be it…
Bryce-kun glared at Rofas-san with a scary look.
「Thank you for the food! It was yummy. Kirika likes kraken now.」
「Me too. It’s kinda sad not knowing when we can eat it again.」
Before I realized it, Kirika-chan and Kurtz-kun’s plates were empty.
「We’re going to clean up first. You can finish up whatever’s left in the pot. Enjoy the meal.」
I finished up the daikon I had left and stood up.
The three of us went to wash the dishes and cleaned up.
Afterwards, I looked back before I went back to the room.
Bryce-kun and Saga-san were talking about something enthusiastically.
Rofas-san took the pot and brought it to the table. It looks like it’ll be empty by tomorrow…
「Yuuri-chan is just a girl, so if you say she is the memento of a loved one, our family will allow the adoption.」
Eh? His family would approve of it if Rofas-san claimed that I am a memento? Would a boy get the same treatment as well?
「Is that the thing where, once the adopted girl grows up and resembles the man’s loved one, she’d undergo a class change from an adopted child to a wife? And even if that doesn’t happen, the man could use the girl politically by offering her as a bride to somebody else.」
Bwah.
I accidentally spat out the wasabi soy sauce daikon.
Cough, cough, cough.
It hurts, it hurts! The wasabi went down the wrong place.
「Are you okay, Yuuri-san?!」
「Hey, calm down.」
Rofas-san placed his big hand on my back.
His hand was big, warm, and tough. It was a man’s hand.
Wait, my mind shouldn’t wander in that direction. I have to think of something else…
Adopting a child in order to make her a bride… Waiting until the child grows up… Those indicate…
「The Hikaru Genji Plan…」(*1)
No, nobles from any world are… Or rather, the plan doesn’t only exist in that story, but is something that happens in real life.
Uwah, I don’t like that. If the person who was your father figure became your husband, wouldn’t that be the worst?
「What? The what plan?」
「Nothing. Anyway, I won’t become Rofas-san’s family! I’ll never, never, become your child nor your wife.」
Rofas-san looked incredibly sad there.
Stop it! Stop looking at me with those puppy eyes! That’s unfair!
I might’ve said too much, I thought.
「If Rofas-san gets married and his wife gives birth, he’d want a caretaker to take care of his child and the household chores. When that happens, please hire me.」
Saga-san placed his hand on Rofas-san’s shoulder.
「That’s it, I guess. She’ll be by your side as a helper once you get married.」
「Ugh, marriage… 」
Rofas-san went silent.
Does he really not want to get married that badly? Rofas-san seems to like children, and his children would surely be incredibly adorable.
「Nii-san, what’s your type? I’ll introduce you to some ladies.」
Saga-san asked Rofas-san, and he held his head.
「My type… I’ve never thought about it. I’ve dated and broken up with a few girls, but they were all different. If there was a strict one, there was also a kind one. I’ve dated a tall girl as well as a well-built girl too.」
Uwah, he wasn’t the type to have trouble getting a girl. Rofas-san… So you’re quite popular.
「Well, I only went out with them because they asked me out, but most of those relationships ended up with them asking me for money.」
Eh? Really?
「No, um, well, yeah. It’s fine. I wanted to help them out, since they were having trouble with money.」
I knew Rofas-san was a nice person, but wasn’t that a little too nice?
「In other words, you don’t know who you really liked yourself, right? In that case, aren’t you fine with any type of girl? It feels like I’ve made some progress in understanding who you are, nii-san. Do you want to go pick up some girls that match your criteria?」
Pick up girls that match his criteria…
Saga-san sounded like those marriage interview mediators. Huh? But aren’t marriages between nobles that sort of thing anyway?
「N-no, my type, my type of girl is…」
Rofas-san looked at me.
「S-someone who will worry about me would be nice. Also, she has to be good at cooking, and would smile at children. Yeah, a woman like that would be nice!」
Ehh… Rofas-san’s type was surprisingly normal.
That sounded like a woman you could find anywhere.
She could be blonde, have big eyes, a slim waist, maybe even big breasts, and she’d travel together with him as an adventurer… Or rather, if he doesn’t give out more conditions like those, wouldn’t he find someone really quickly?
If even then he still couldn’t find someone, does that mean he could only attract slightly bad women like the ones he’d dated before?
Pwah, went Saga-san. He then bursted into laughter.
「I see, that’s a hard one. You might have to wait another five years at least.」
Eh?
Really? Were normal girls like that rare in this world?
Which part made it difficult? Could it be the cooking condition? Maybe the hut’s food condition wasn’t especially poor, but rather because there weren’t many people who could even cook a proper meal in town to begin with. But surely that couldn’t be it…
Bryce-kun glared at Rofas-san with a scary look.
「Thank you for the food! It was yummy. Kirika likes kraken now.」
「Me too. It’s kinda sad not knowing when we can eat it again.」
Before I realized it, Kirika-chan and Kurtz-kun’s plates were empty.
「We’re going to clean up first. You can finish up whatever’s left in the pot. Enjoy the meal.」
I finished up the daikon I had left and stood up.
The three of us went to wash the dishes and cleaned up.
Afterwards, I looked back before I went back to the room.
Bryce-kun and Saga-san were talking about something enthusiastically.
Rofas-san took the pot and brought it to the table. It looks like it’ll be empty by tomorrow…
