"Where are we headed, Master?"

Walking alongside me as I leave the Duke Ardek estate is my personal maid, Pal, a beautiful dark-skinned woman. Every step she takes, her ample chest bounces. She really is well-endowed.

"Any pursuers?"

"None."

No one would bother sending an assassin after someone who can only use domestic magic. Although I wouldn't put it past my stepmother to try, assassins do cost money.

"For now, let's head to Johnson's place."

"Johnson, huh."

Johnson is a merchant affiliated with the Duke's family. Pal grimaces at the mention of his name.

"Don't be so negative. You've known him for a long time too, right?"

"I've no dealings with that old bastard."

"Sure, sure."

For some reason, they never seem to get along. Something must have happened before I was born. But I know the truth—they're quite close. They embody the saying, "those who bicker, get along well."

While walking through town, I decide to check my status. Anyone who has undergone the 'Blessing Bestowal Ceremony' can summon their status.

Blessing: Blessing of the Goddess of Creation, Amalia
Skill: Domestic Magic [Creation]
Talent: [Magic Warrior SSS+]
Weapons: [Sword A+/SSS+], [Mace C+/S], [Spear D/S-], [Bow D/A]
Magic: [Domestic Magic A+/SSS+]

The one who blessed me was Amalia, the Goddess of Creation. The Goddess of Creation is believed to be the creator of this world, but few know her name is Amalia. The Goddess of Creation is the highest of all gods, the God of Gods.

In other words, I've received the blessing of the highest god. If my stepmother knew that, she'd probably scream in frustration. Just imagining that brings a smile to my face.

It was fortunate they didn't check my status back at the Duke's estate. If they had, they would have realized that the Goddess Amalia is the God of Creation. My father and stepmother would have been in an uproar. My father probably would have let me stay as the heir, and my stepmother would have flown into a rage. After all, if the king recognized my blessing from the God of Creation, it would have solidified my position as heir to the Duke.

In that case, my stepmother would certainly try to kill me. She'd attempt to have me eliminated and make Monoglok the heir. I understand her thought process all too well.

That's why I need to distance myself and build my strength. I'll need to be strong enough to fend off any assassins she sends.

I have no regrets about losing my noble status. In fact, I never wanted to be a noble. That might be because I remember my past lives. And not just one—I recall two previous lives.

In my second-to-last life, I was a sage. In my most recent life, I was a great sage.

Magic talent is somewhat dependent on blessings and skills, but without effort and dedication, I wouldn't have been called a sage or great sage in my previous lives.

After my past life memories resurfaced, I thought about what I wanted to do in this life. The answer came quickly—I wanted to see the edges of this world, something I couldn't accomplish in my previous lives.

But seeing the edge of the world isn't an easy feat. There's still so much I don't know about this world. I need to grow stronger for that journey.

Now, about the domestic magic labeled with [Creation]. This isn't ordinary domestic magic—it's a special kind of magic that only those blessed by the God of Creation can use.

In short, this magic allows me to magically generate anything necessary for living and functioning. It's completely different from the regular domestic magic that people are familiar with.

This domestic magic [Creation] can manifest the world's highest-level magic. Essentially, I can use magic that caters to my needs.

Let's test it by searching for any hostile presences.

"—Enemy Search."

A translucent circular map appeared in my vision. In the center was a blue dot, representing me. Another blue dot right behind me was Pal.

There were several white dots around, representing ordinary civilians. But 15 meters behind me, there were two red dots. These were identified as lowlifes targeting me, thinking I'm an easy mark because I'm walking with a beautiful maid.

Though they're harboring hostile intent, they're not worth worrying about.

"Master, should I kill them?"

"No, leave it."

Pal says frightening things, but she can detect hostile presences with her senses. In terms of combat ability, I'm nowhere near Pal's level.

We entered a shop with distinctive red brick walls. The staff recognized me, and I passed through to the back without issue, where I found the person I was looking for.

"Well, if it isn't Master Saijal. What brings you here today?"

The elderly man with white hair and many wrinkles is Johnson, the owner of 'Johnson's Store.' He's a merchant associated with the Duke's estate and also a subordinate of my maternal grandfather's vast mercantile guild. Though my maternal grandfather holds the rank of baron, he runs one of the largest mercantile guilds in the kingdom. Some mock him as a "merchant noble," but in this kingdom, there's no other guild to rival his.

Johnson's business is under my grandfather's guild, and he manages several shops in the capital. To my grandfather, Johnson is like a right-hand man.

"I've been kicked out of the house."

"... Is that true?"

Johnson's wrinkles deepened as he widened his eyes in shock.

"Yeah, just as expected, they finally threw me out."

"... Your mother must be weeping in the afterlife."

"She probably gave up by now."

"How unfortunate, Master Saijal."

Johnson's eyes glistened with tears as he wiped them with a handkerchief he took from his pocket.

"So, what will you do now?"

"The world is vast. I thought I'd take a look around."

If I had told him I wanted to see the edge of the world, he'd have tried to stop me, so I phrased it gently.

"Indeed, broadening your horizons is a good thing."

Johnson smiled softly. If I'd mentioned the world's edge, he'd probably have looked at me like I was crazy.

"However, it would be best for you to report this to the guild leader yourself."

"Yeah, I'll let Grandpa know."

"Very well. I'll prepare a magic carriage for you."

"Thanks."

And so, we decided to head to my maternal grandfather's house.