After a bit of hesitation, I decided to accept Mamoru-san’s offer and gave him my contact information. I also explained the abilities I could use.

That said, there was no way I could disclose all my abilities to someone I’d only met yesterday, even if it was Mamoru-san. I only told him about the teleportation magic, healing magic, binding magic, water magic, stealth skills, and intimidation skills I had already demonstrated. To be honest, I still don’t fully understand the full extent of the Grand Mage's power myself.

“I see… So teleportation magic only allows you to go to places you've been before?”

“Yes. Ideally, I’d like to be able to move to every prefecture in Japan, but I don’t have the money or time to make that happen…”

“No, I don’t think you need to go that far, Tachihara-san. If you did, it wouldn’t stop at Japan—you’d have to travel around the world, and you’d never have any time to rest.”

Oof… Traveling the entire world does sound overwhelming.

“Besides, you’re under no obligation to help others. Morally speaking, it’s better to help if you can, but even the most powerful individual has their limits.

I assist the police with information gathering, but that’s as far as I go. I’m well aware of my lack of physical strength, so I leave the actual resolution of incidents to the professionals.”

I see. Maybe Mamoru-san has been helping people through information gathering for a long time. Setting specific rules like staying within one’s abilities might not be a bad idea.

“Plus, there’s personal life to consider. For me, spending time with my sister Fuka is my top priority.

You also have your mother and school, so you should prioritize those. Setting boundaries is essential to maintaining your own mental health.”

…Maybe Mamoru-san has had his own share of experiences.

“Thank you. I feel a bit more at ease now. But if possible, I’d still like to push those boundaries to the limit of what I can do.”

“I understand. I completely understand that feeling. Let me think of ways to support you further.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Onii-san of justice, please come visit us anytime!”

“We’ll have delicious cakes and meals ready, so please stop by again.”

“Thank you for the wonderful meal. I’ll definitely visit again!”

I ended up staying much longer than I intended. The food and cake were delicious, and I had a productive time. While my true identity was exposed, having it revealed to these two might have been a stroke of good luck.

The very next day, I received a message from Mamoru-san. To help with incident and accident notifications, he arranged for messages disguised as news alerts to be sent to me.

The messages would include the location and a summary of the incident or accident. Mamoru-san figured that disguising them as news alerts would be more convenient for me, and honestly, he was spot on.

He told me that I didn’t need to respond. If I decided to act, Mamoru-san would handle any aftermath, such as erasing surveillance footage. I was surprised he could even do that.

If police collaboration or coordination was needed, Mamoru-san said he would contact me separately. Well, I wonder how things will unfold from here.

Even though I waited nervously for a message, no contact came from Mamoru-san by Saturday. Thinking about it rationally, life-threatening incidents aren’t that common.

Accidents don’t occur frequently, and in cases of immediate death, there’s nothing I can do. My danger-sensing skill hadn’t reacted recently either—things have been peaceful.

Major accidents like factory explosions only happen once a month nationwide, if at all. Terrorist incidents are even rarer, occurring once every few years. Recently, they’ve happened in quick succession, but under normal circumstances, such large-scale incidents shouldn’t occur so often.

That said, I decided to visit the other world today. The evaluation of the mutated creature and dragon materials I had submitted for appraisal in Bradley’s town should be ready by now.

As usual, I stepped through the portal to the other world and used teleportation magic to reach Bradley’s town. I wonder if Gildart-san is around.

“Excuse me, my name is Masayoshi. Is Gildart-san here?”

“Yes, Masayoshi-sama, please wait a moment.”

After a short wait, Gildart-san appeared.

“Thank you for waiting, Masayoshi-dono. Thanks to you, Bradley’s forest has finally regained its calm, and the town has been bustling since the battle against the mutated creatures. We owe it all to you.

The preparations at the dismantling site are complete. If you don’t mind, please accompany me there.”

Following his lead, I moved to the dismantling site. The place was crowded with people hard at work. It was impressive—they were even dismantling massive monsters.

“Oh, hey there, kid. Long time no see.”

It was the burly man from the dismantling site last week. Today, he was holding a bloodied cleaver in his right hand. It was fine here, but I’d definitely run if I met him at night.