Grandpa is a landed noble, so he lives in the castle on his estate. In the Kingdom of Ordret, there are two types of nobles: landed nobles and court nobles. The landed nobles, as the name suggests, own land, while court nobles serve the country. The landed nobles receive taxes from their territories, while the court nobles, who do not have territories, receive a pension from the country.

What I want to say is that the landed nobles and court nobles do not get along well.

Inside the magic car, Pal sits next to me, pressing her enormous breasts against me. She's my personal maid but also the kind who harasses me—though, honestly, I don't really mind.

We approach the town that Grandpa governs. The town's fortifications look sturdier than even the royal capital's. The castle's walls are thick, as expected, but even the town's defenses seem robust. Taking down this barony wouldn't be easy, that's for sure. Well, with all the money they have, it's no wonder they can afford this level of protection.

"We've arrived, Master."

As I get out of the magic car, I see the butler and maids lined up in front of the entrance, awaiting our arrival.

"It's been a while, Lord Saijar."

"Roxwell, long time no see."

Roxwell is the head butler of the baronial family. He stands with the posture of someone who seems to have a rod stuck up his back, his pure white hair slicked back. Walking between the butler and maids, we enter the castle. It's vast—so much so that walking through it like I own the place, I finally arrive at Grandpa's room. Seriously, this place is too big.

Roxwell knocks on Grandpa's door. "Come in," the voice answers—it's Grandpa.

Grandpa has long white hair tied at the back of his neck. He looks like a dandy old man, but…

"You've come!"

He stretches his arms out wide and charges at me, attempting to leap into my arms. With a thud, he's knocked to the ground by Pal. He wasn't aiming for me; he was trying to jump at Pal.

"As usual, this dirty old man. Hurry up and drop dead already."

Pal's words are as harsh as ever. I understand wanting to touch her big breasts or bury your face in them, but Grandpa doesn't even greet his grandson before pulling this?

"Grandpa, I've been kicked out of the ducal house."

"That's not important! Pal, couldn't you at least have caught me?"

Being kicked out of the ducal house is "not important"? I have every right to be mad. Should I hit him?

While crawling on the floor, Grandpa tries to peek under Pal's skirt but gets his head stomped on by her. Yet he's grinning like an idiot—guess that's his thing. And this is the man who runs the kingdom's biggest trading company.

"Hey, old man, are you even listening to me?"

I grab him by the scruff of his neck and lift him up.

"Huh? I already know all about it."

"Then there's no point in explaining."

"What are you talking about? This is precious time for bonding with my adorable grandson. Let's have a good, long talk."

"…Or is it bonding time with Pal you're after?"

"Well, that too."

This dirty old man…

Whenever I bring Pal along, it always ends up like this. I toss Grandpa onto the sofa and sit down myself. Pal sits next to me, pressing her massive chest against me again. Grandpa watches this scene and glares at me, muttering, "Grrrr…"

"I'll give you the short version."

"Saijar, that's too short."

"I'm already losing the will to explain."

Since he already knows, there's no point in me saying it again.

I sit down, primarily because I want to drink the tea Grandma has prepared.

"Saijar, dear, your grandfather has been eagerly awaiting your visit. Please spend a little more time with him."

With a gentle smile, Grandma tries to prop up this old pervert of a man.

"If Grandma asks, I guess I have no choice."

I love Grandma. Her beauty defies her age, and she has this all-encompassing warmth that makes me feel at peace whenever she smiles at me.

I drink my tea and tell Grandpa about getting kicked out. Grandma, who's sitting with us, listens quietly with tears welling up in her eyes.

"What are you planning to do now?"

"For a while, I'll be in the royal capital, running a clinic and adventuring. Once I gain enough strength, I'll go on a journey."

"I understand the adventuring part, but why a clinic?"

"It's perfect for practicing magic."

"You can practice magic as an adventurer too."

"I can use attack magic, sure, but helping people has a greater effect and helps improve my skills faster."

My skill, Life Magic [Creation], allows me to magically create anything necessary for survival and activity. It's more effective for me to train by helping others than by using attack magic.

"So, once you've gained enough strength, you'll go on a journey?"

"I want to see the world."

"Boys need that kind of ambition. Hehe."

Grandma approves of my plan.

"No! No way! If Saijar goes far away, that means Pal will too! I won't allow it!"

Thud.

"Guh…"

Grandpa gets punched in the face by Grandma and falls silent.

"Saijar, you do what you like, and that goes for Pal too."

"Yes, ma'am," we reply in unison.

Pal, who's usually sharp-tongued with everyone, only shows this kind of respect to Grandma. It's probably because of Grandma's boundless kindness, or so I believe.