The fluffy setting of an otome game world.
Lost Items — remnants of an ancient civilization — exist as part of that fluffy setting. I guess they just wanted to put some really amazing items into the game.
There are pieces of ancient equipment that only the protagonist can use — items meant to highlight how special she is.
Created with lost technology, these irreproducible artifacts are called Lost Items.
The floating island I arrived at is precisely the kind of place where such Lost Items slumber.
Advancing through a forest with no trails, I wiped away sweat, drew the sword I’d prepared at my back, and cut away grass and branches as I went.
I wiped off sweat.
The smell of fresh greenery was tolerable, but parts of the ground were muddy, and I nearly slipped more than once.
“A sword-machete would’ve been better.”
I regretted not bringing a machete instead of a plain sword; it would have been more convenient for traversing terrain like this.
I glanced around.
There was no doubt I was heading for the center of the island, but now that I was actually walking it, I could tell the distance was far greater than in the game. In reality, you can’t just breeze through forests and mountains.
Struggling along unmaintained paths, I wasn’t making much progress, yet it was eating up a lot of time.
Snakes, bugs, and other creatures lived here, so I couldn’t let my guard down, but what was most dangerous was—
“Again?!”
I grumbled under my breath and hid.
I threw myself to the ground and hid from the enemy passing nearby.
The enemy wasn’t a monster.
A round, full-body armor with no legs, floating in the air.
A machine characterized by long arms and a pointed hat-shaped head.
This security robot was about two meters tall.
Since it floated as it moved, it had no trouble traveling through the untended forest.
I held my breath, staying still, and prayed I wouldn’t be spotted.
After confirming the machine had passed, I got up and hurriedly left the area.
The idea that these machines were still running to protect a base that no longer contained any people was weirdly desolate, but if I was found, I’d die.
I could deal with them, but I couldn’t afford to be noticed here.
“I just want to reach the base somehow.”
The base on this floating island.
It’s the base where the Lost Items sleep. That’s why the defense machines guard it.
I’m not interested in the detailed lore.
I just know the Lost Item I’m looking for is there.
As I cautiously made my way through the forest, several kilometers later I spotted a building.
A facility entangled in ivy, with trees growing from inside piercing through the roof.
It must have been abandoned for a very long time.
It felt strangely fresh to see how much it resembled the game.
“…Just having this here makes me realize I wasn’t just dreaming.”
Until now, I’d sometimes thought maybe I was just having a dream that I was a reincarnator. But after today’s events, I was convinced.
Could my past life be a delusion? I’ve actually doubted it many times. There was even a possibility that I was just perceiving reality as a game. When I think about it, that’s scary.
Relieved that I wasn’t just imagining I had a past life, I watched my surroundings and entered the building.
Most of the defense mechanisms inside the base were rendered inoperable by tree roots and ivy.
A concrete building.
Electronic devices embedded in the walls.
They were all similar to things from the world I knew, which gave me a sense of familiarity.
“These kinds of old buildings get treated as dungeons sometimes, huh?”
The floating islands contain these ancient structures, and adventurers plunder treasure from them to build their fortunes.
Nobles are praised when they discover new islands and clear dungeons. It’s because they take pride in being descendants of great adventurers.
“…Feels like I’m just looting ruins.”
Adventurers who steal treasure from these precious ruins.
Looked at from another angle, they seem like destroyers or plunderers.
“Well, I’m doing the same thing so I don’t get sold off to some pervy old ladies, so I can’t really judge.”
Proceeding down the corridor, I found an open door.
But further down the passage, a machine floating unsteadily — a security robot — was coming my way.
In terms of performance, they were all broken, and the fact that they were still moving was close to a miracle. The sight of them guarding the base even while falling apart was enough to bring tears to your eyes.
I raised my rifle.
“Sorry.”
I apologized to the machine that had protected this facility up until now, then pulled the trigger.
The bullet struck the robot and discharged a lightning attack.
A flash of light erupted for an instant, and the robot fell to the ground. The eye-like light that had been flickering went out.
I remained on guard with my rifle ready, but no other enemies came. If the base’s functions were working properly, I wouldn’t have been able to infiltrate it in the first place.
“It’s working, it’s working… Uh, if I remember right, it’s this way.”
Specially-made magic bullets with a lightning effect. It’s very much this world that something bizarrely magical exists in things like this.
Moving ahead, the open door was half-blocked, tangled in tree roots and ivy.
When I entered the room, there lay a dilapidated white skeleton.
A piece of soiled cloth was also there.
Before touching what had once been clothing, I clasped my hands and paid my respects.
Then I retrieved a card from what seemed to be a pocket.
With this, I could enter several rooms in the facility.
The ID card, which also served as a key card, was in tatters, but I could still read part of the name.
“That’s the Roman alphabet, right? Feels kind of strange.”
I never thought I’d see Roman letters in another world.
I put the key card in my pocket and resumed moving.
In the game, this was a place I’d visited over and over to collect items, including paid ones. Even after clearing it, I had to come back again and again to get the endings with each capture target.
But my memories from ten years ago were fuzzy in many places. I thought it was pretty impressive just to remember the coordinates of this floating island, but if I’d gotten them wrong, it would have been terrifying.
I never want to taste the anxiety and fear of going out into the open sky all alone again.
I searched for a room that the key card might open, held it over the device, and opened a door. Inside was what seemed to be a break room.
A rusted, wrecked vending machine.
One had fallen over, its contents spilled out.
When I picked one up by hand, it crumbled and turned to dust.
Two sets of white bones lay on the sofa.
“…I didn’t think about it in the game, but what the hell happened here?”
One of the two had a key needed to proceed.
After clasping my hands, I retrieved it and went to move forward, but a defense robot blocking the passage as if guarding it was still active.
“Oh yeah, there was one like this, wasn’t there.”
I raised my rifle and pulled the trigger. I confirmed the hit, but the enemy was tough. It readied the gatling guns on both arms, but only one of them moved.
Even one was enough of a threat, but maybe because it was broken, its aim wasn’t steady.
“Watch out!”
I hid by ducking into a side passage, and while taking cover, I worked the bolt action to load the next round and fired back.
It helped that the enemy was broken, couldn’t move properly, and wasn’t aiming straight.
Every time I pulled the trigger, I thought —
“Damn it! I’m missing more than I expected.”
As I mentally calculated the bullets I was expending, it turned into an outrageous sum.
After pounding it with shot after shot, by the time I confirmed it had finally stopped moving, I’d used close to twenty rounds.
In the game, it should have been over in about ten.
After that, I continued advancing while dealing with sentries and defense robots.
Before I knew it, the bullets I’d brought were almost gone.
I walked through a dark passage and at last arrived at my destination.
Using the key opened the door.
A staircase leading underground.
It was dark and I couldn’t see anything, so I took a lantern from my pack and lit it.
“If there’s electricity, you’d think they’d at least have a flashlight.”
Griping to myself, I descended the stairs.
Occasional human bones scattered about stirred up fear.
I didn’t know what had happened here, but if possible, I just wanted to retrieve the goods and go back.
“Still… it perfectly matches my memory.”
The place where the paid item I bought slept — when I followed my memories and pressed on, what awaited was a large room entangled in tree roots and ivy.
I walked through an airship dock.
Gripping the rifle in both hands, I walked while scanning around. In what seemed to be a storage area for airships, there were empty spaces and also spots where broken airships were tangled in ivy.
“I’m curious how long this place has been left alone — but it’s this one.”
And so I reached the far end of the vast dock.
Among the airships lined up, only one still retained its original form.
It was wrapped in greenery, but part of its gray armor was visible.
Finding this airship was lucky.
“It’s really here.”
Slowly, I climbed the gangway.
The entrance was so tangled with ivy it didn’t look like it would open, so I used the sword I’d brought to cut through the vines. When I opened the entrance with the key card, the interior of the ship — no, the interior — was clean.
By classification, it’s an airship that counts as a flying battleship. No, the interior of a spaceship had a very futuristic design. It felt like the game it came from had a different worldview.
Its size is roughly 700 meters — ridiculously huge.
But this is a world where islands and continents float.
There are even cases where small floating islands are remodeled into airships, and many airships easily exceed 1,000 meters.
Its scale is certainly massive, but not exactly rare.
Its shape feels less like an airship and more like a space battleship. There’s no deck or anything of the sort.
Overall, it’s a rectangular, elongated hull with engine sections attached at the rear and both sides of the stern, and large wing-like plates mounted diagonally.
The aft is a bit cluttered, but the forward part is simple.
In this world, airships come in all shapes.
There are ship-shaped ones, and rugby-ball-shaped ones are common too. Honestly, it seems like no one really cares about the shape.
Once I stepped inside, the lights activated automatically, so I stowed my lantern.
Now, only one more major obstacle remained.
I headed for the center of the airship.
My footsteps echoed through the passage as I reached the core.
I checked the condition of the rifle and made sure the magazine had bullets.
I steadied my breathing.
“…Let’s do this.”
Steeling myself, I opened the door and stepped inside. In the room called the control center, there was a robot that looked like its upper body sprouted from the floor.
I raised my rifle.
‘…Intruder confirmed. Eliminate… eliminate…’
The large robot started up slowly. In size, it was probably about six meters. It spread its large hands to seize me, so I aimed the rifle and pulled the trigger.
I quickly loaded the next round, but the enemy reached out with its hands as if my attack hadn’t affected it at all.
“Won’t you back off if I show you the key card?”
The robot answered my mutter.
‘The key card you hold belongs to someone else. Physical characteristics differ too greatly. In addition, I judge the owner’s survival to be hopeless. Therefore, I have determined you are an intruder.’
“Thanks for answering so seriously!”
I hadn’t expected it to be capable of conversation. It was a surprise, but I had no time to dwell on it.
I fired again, and though the shot hit, the enemy didn’t stop moving — just produced a burst of lightning.
I pulled a cylindrical object from my belt, removed the safety pin, and threw it. The enemy brushed it aside with one hand.
But the impact of the deflection triggered an explosion.
A more powerful lightning attack erupted, and smoke rose from the enemy robot’s joints.
“Alright!”
I was celebrating the hit when the enemy robot’s visor on its head lit up.
‘Unknown attack confirmed. Classifying attack method as “magic.” Activating magic barrier.’
Its body became enveloped in light.
I fired shot after shot, but all the lightning-based magical attacks were deflected.
“That’s cheating, damn it!”
In response to my shouted protest, the enemy robot answered.
‘Thank you very much.’
I was so startled it had thanked me that I almost froze, but I swapped the magazine and raised the rifle again.
“Are you broken? Saying thanks at a time like this.”
The only offensive means I had left was the rifle, so I kept pouring bullets into it. The enemy robot’s movements seemed to slow slightly.
‘In battle, calling an opponent a cheater is a compliment. I have learned this. Is that incorrect?’
“It’s wrong! And besides, why the hell do you even have a countermeasure for unknown attacks!”
I hadn’t heard anything about a magic barrier. This was pure cheating.
It hadn’t appeared in the game either.
‘That is a difficult question. Based on accumulated data, I prepared countermeasures against enemy attacks, but I cannot say I have truly understood this thing called magic. That is why I classify it as unknown.’
“I can’t tell if you’re smart or stupid.”
‘It has been a long time since I last spoke with a human. I may be excited.’
I thought, what is this machine saying? But this cheat-level airship is a Lost Item. It’s a mass of ancient technology.
It wouldn’t be strange for it to have an artificial intelligence, but I never imagined I’d be chatting with the boss.
I grabbed the other cylinder hanging from my waist.
‘A hand grenade that enables magic attacks? Against me now, the effect will be—’
“You idiot!”
I threw it and put distance between us.
The opponent made no attempt to defend.
But when the cylinder struck the enemy robot, it erupted.
Black smoke filled the room, instantly obscuring visibility.
“It’s just a normal bomb. I didn’t really want to use it, though. I was also reluctant to damage the inside of the ship.”
It’s an airship I’d be using later, after all.
I didn’t want to wreck it if I could help it.
I lowered my rifle.
I thought for sure it would go down after that, but a hand shot out from within the black smoke and grabbed me.
The impact made me drop my rifle. I drew my sword and slammed it against the robot’s fingers, but my blade just chipped away with little effect.
Its grip was powerful, and it was agonizing.
“L-let go—!”
‘Just a normal hand grenade, then. I am indeed surprised. I did not expect such a weapon, given that your kind has loathed these arms. This battle is unexpected.’
The enemy robot had lost part of its armor, exposing its inner workings.
It brought the hand gripping me close to its face.
‘Your way of fighting is quite different from the old days. I never imagined you would incorporate magical elements into bullets.’
The camera lens behind the visor was busily moving, repeatedly zooming in and out as it looked at my face.
I couldn’t escape, and its grip was gradually tightening.
As I struggled, it fired a question at me.
‘Question. What year is it now in the New Calendar?’
“Ngh! New Calendar? How the hell would I know! If you mean the Holfart Kingdom’s calendar… gyaaaaah!!”
Electricity coursed through the enemy robot’s hand, and I writhed in agony from the pain and convulsions.
Desperately, I tried to flee, but it was impossible.
‘That answer tells me everything. So we were defeated.’
The current subsided, and as I went limp, the robot became still. My mouth kept chattering and I couldn’t close it, so I wiped away the drool with my hand.
“D-defeated? Who the hell were you fighting?”
Was there an opponent strong enough to defeat a cheat-class warship?
‘…The New Humans. To put it simply, it was a war between humans. The old civilization can be said to have been annihilated before the overwhelming power of the New Humans.’
New Humans?
Is that some game setting? Did they cram that kind of lore into an otome game? Give me a break. I wish you’d gone down more easily.
Well, none of that matters to me. I had to get out of this situation somehow.
‘And you are a descendant of the New Humans. That makes you my enemy.’
Suddenly, the electronic-sounding voice seemed deeper. It was the voice of something determined to eliminate me as its enemy.
“W-wait! Aauggh!”
Under the force of the large hand tightening with a grinding sound, I heard noises that should never come from my body.
‘Enemy elimination… elimination…’
It was no longer a state in which conversation was possible.
Maybe the robot was heavily damaged too, because it couldn’t crush me all at once. But that only prolonged my suffering.
I couldn’t tell if I was lucky or unlucky.
“Y-you bastard… bringing up some old war at this point.”
‘Our mission is not over. Elimination of the New Humans is the highest priority order. I was commanded to wait at this base, but if it has come to this, I will fly out on my own and annihilate the New Humans—’
If that happened, even my family would be wiped out by this thing.
Wouldn’t I basically be the one who revived it?
I don’t care if that Zora woman disappears, but I didn’t want my parents, my second older brother, or my little brother to vanish.
With my teeth, I bit the pin on the hilt of the sword in my right hand, pulled it out, and aimed the blade at the robot.
And then—
“Drop dead… you piece of junk.”
When I used the mechanism, the blade shot out, pierced the robot’s visor, and generated a purple electric discharge. Maybe it sent electricity into its internals, because it looked like a lot of damage.
The robot’s head blew off in a small explosion, the visor shattered, and shards flew out.
Its grip loosened, and I was released and fell to the ground. The pain of hitting the floor, the relief of being able to breathe easier — I couldn’t tell what was what anymore.
Coughing, I crawled and moved to retrieve my rifle.
The robot’s movements were sluggish.
I clambered up with the rifle and jammed the muzzle into the shattered visor part of its head.
“I’m not entirely unsympathetic to you guys. But I have my own circumstances. So shut up and obey.”
I pulled the trigger. Then loaded another round and pulled the trigger again.
I repeated this over and over until the magazine was empty, at which point the robot stopped moving.
It began discharging sparks from various parts, clearly indicating a bad situation. Smoke was pouring from gaps in its armor.
But I still heard the electronic voice.
‘…You intend to use me, don’t you? That is impossible.’
The robot wasn’t moving, so I activated the control panel in the room. I remembered that doing this in the game allowed master registration.
“Shut up. I just came to collect a paid item. Shut up and obey.”
I didn’t know if it was the paid item I’d bought. But if I didn’t obtain it, I had no future.
‘I would rather self-destruct than be taken by a New Human.’
“If you’re going to self-destruct anyway, then become mine. It’s a bother if you just explode.”
As I operated it, the text on the screen was in Japanese.
“Convenient plot devices are more than welcome. Makes it easier to operate.”
I continued operating until I reached the screen to register as the airship’s owner — as its master. A part of the control panel opened.
A guide marking where to place my hand glowed there.
‘…You can read that? Your kind should not have been using Japanese.’
When I listened closely, the audio was coming from somewhere else in the room — not from the robot speaking.
To the interested party, I jokingly replied as I placed my hand on the control panel.
“My soul is pure Japanese. Rice and miso soup for breakfast every morning is justice. Well, I’ve never eaten it over here, though.”
‘Soul? Do you mean the concept of reincarnation?’
When I replied in Japanese, the robot fell silent. Apparently it reconsidered its self-destruction.
Maybe it verified my genetic information through my palm, because once the master registration finished, my entire body was enveloped in a red light.
It seemed to be scanning me.
Once it was done, it resumed its questioning.
‘Genetic information confirms traces of Japanese heritage. Yet you are a New Human. At the same time, you carry the genes of the Old Humans. Curious. Impossible.’
“Is that so? But with this, this ship belongs to me, right?”
‘Yes. As of today, this flying battleship is your property. Shall I give it a name?’
I thought for a moment.
In the game, you couldn’t name it.
“Can’t think of a good name. The default was Luxion, though.”
‘Luxion… registered.’
“So you won’t self-destruct. That’s a relief.”
Thoroughly battered, once everything was over, I sat down right there. Amid the smoke and blaring alarms, I picked up my rifle.
The wooden part was cracked.
It couldn’t be used until I repaired it.
‘If your soul is Japanese, then do you possess memories from the wartime era?’
“Nope. I was just an office worker in a peaceful era, anyway. Never experienced war. …When I think about it, my previous life was incredibly happy.”
The smoke settled, and the alarms stopped.
As I rambled on, maybe I wanted someone to listen, so I told the AI — or whatever it was — the story of how I was reincarnated.
And that this was the world of an otome game.
“Surprised?”
‘I am impressed by your delusion. However, if it were mere delusion, you would not be able to speak Japanese. My impression, in one word… fascinating.’
“I’m surprised too. Besides, I think your very existence here is some kind of proof. Isn’t the fact that I tracked you down proof that this world is a game?”
‘That sounds like nothing more than raving. In the first place, isn’t it just that you perceive it as a game?’
“Forget the details. I hate troublesome things. If you can’t find an answer no matter how hard you think, it’s a waste of time.”
As I kept chattering, I started coughing.
I pressed my hand to my mouth, and blood stained my glove.
“…Did I get hurt somewhere? This is bad. I need to head back.”
As my body slowly collapsed, I heard a voice.
‘Leon Fou Bartfort — Master’s life in danger confirmed. Moving to the medical bay—’
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Three months had passed since Leon set out.
Zora came to the Bartfort Barony and was persistently making snide remarks.
Entering Balcus’s study, she made even Luice sit down before her from the morning and berated them both.
“Ruining the marriage arrangement that I went out of my way to prepare — what a truly stupid child. Running off on his own and dying just like that.”
Balcus, likely out of frustration, was clenching his fists.
Luice, being told that her son might be dead, was obviously sinking into a dark mood. That’s why Zora wouldn’t stop hounding them.
“If that’s how it is, you’ll just hand over the next child. Well, even at that age, he should at least be able to do housework.”
Balcus intervened.
“He hasn’t even turned ten yet. And Leon might still come back.”
Zora laughed scornfully through her nose.
“Are you seriously saying that? It’s been three months since he left this backwater island — three months. It would be stranger if he were still alive. Oh, I see. Maybe he just ran off by himself. Honestly, this is why children of provincial nobles are so troublesome. Don’t they know chivalry?”
The chivalry of Holfart teaches one to dedicate loyalty to one’s master.
A knight to his king.
A retainer knight to his lord or superior, living cleanly and virtuously — that is the noble ideal.
Daily training and a life of frugal simplicity are considered virtues.
A knight who stakes his life for loyalty is glory itself.
Fighting for the country is glory… truly the ideal knight.
Simply put, chivalry is the model of a convenient subordinate for a ruler.
In recent years, protecting women and risking one’s life for the sake of a woman has also become part of a knight’s duty.
Seeing Luice on the verge of tears, Balcus went to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. The two of them seemed more like a married couple.
That infuriated Zora.
(What is this? I married a rural lord out of the goodness of my heart! Flashing their affection right in front of me — absolutely unforgivable.)
Luice was also seething with anger.
So, she decided she would sell off the sons and daughters of such a Luice in the capital to men and women who couldn’t find spouses.
Just then, a flustered voice echoed into the room.
Colin, still very young, flung the door open with all his might.
“Colin, stay in your room. Not even knocking—”
When Balcus scolded him, Colin flapped his mouth wordlessly and pointed out the window.
Everyone looked outside. A shadow had fallen as if the sun was blocked.
Curious, Balcus opened the window and looked out—
“What is that ship?”
A massive airship was hovering above the mansion.
Zora shrank back.
“Wh-what? Whose ship is that?!”
She panicked, wondering if it was sky pirates or an airship from another territory or country invading. But something about the situation was strange.
From the large airship, a smaller airship — about twenty meters long — descended.
Leon was aboard it.
The airship was piled high with mountains of gold, silver, and treasure, the quantity apparent even from a distance.
Landing in the mansion’s garden, Leon waved both hands.
“Dad! I came back, just like I promised. Look at this treasure!”
On board were not only gold and silver ingots but also mountains of gold coins, ornaments, and jewels. I couldn’t calculate the total value, but if it was real, it was undoubtedly an astronomical sum.
Luice collapsed in tears.
“That idiot son. Coming back all of a sudden without even a word.”
Whether out of joy, she was crying and laughing at the same time.
Balcus hurriedly rushed out of the room and headed toward Leon.
Zora looked out the window at the treasure Leon had brought.
Then, Leon flashed a triumphant smirk. Mouthing the words, he told Zora, “I win.”
Her grip on the window frame tightened.
“Th-that little brat…”
Balcus went up to Leon, embraced him, and wept. Calling him an idiot, he cried tears of joy that he’d returned.
Seething with disgust, Zora left the room.
(Well, fine. It’s not so bad to think that all this treasure will become mine. Let him work hard for me again this time. Every last bit of your earnings will be mine. The one who laughs last is me.)
Out in the hallway, Zora set off outside, taking along her waiting elf slave.
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Facing a bitter-looking Zora, I grinned.
The treasure I brought was one thing, but the moment this idiot learned the airship was mine, she immediately demanded I hand it over. When I countered with sound reasoning, she clammed up.
“The contract between you and my father has nothing to do with me. I’m fifteen and an adult, and I’ve even registered as an adventurer. You understand, right? Treasure I find is my property, not my father’s.”
Dad looked like he wanted to say something, but Mom stepped in to stop him.
Even so, Zora talked back.
“That treasure was obtained with your parents’ money! How dare you flaunt it as your own!”
I replied with total composure.
Property acquired as an adventurer is protected.
That’s because this country was founded by adventurers.
“If my parents were to curse me out, that’s one thing, but I don’t want to hear it from you. Oh, you can take this.”
I handed over a leather travel bag containing some gold ingots and smirked.
Behind me lay an enormous trove of treasure, yet what I gave to Zora was truly a tiny fraction. Normally, even this much treasure would be an incredible sum, but I bet she couldn’t feel the slightest joy.
Zora didn’t give up.
“I-if you’re going to put your fortune into the Bartfort family anyway, then it becomes something I can use freely. Hand it over at once!”
I shrugged.
Then, I said what I’d discussed with Luxion for some time.
“That’s only if I put the assets into my parents’ household, right? I’ve been thinking. Maybe I should just manage the assets myself and develop the territory. If Dad gives me permission, it’s possible, and there’s no problem. Or would you rather I take part of the port back with me?”
Realizing she was at a disadvantage, Zora backed down.
Taking her elf mistress with her, she went back inside the mansion.
Looking at her retreating back, I laughed out loud.
Dad slapped my back.
“Idiot. You riled her up too much. What are you going to do if you make her angry?”
“She’s the woman who tried to sell me off to some pervy old hag. This much is fair. Anyway, what do you think of this mountain of treasure?”
Looking at the treasure loaded onto the airship, my parents were genuinely astounded.
“No, honestly, it’s amazing. But did you report this to the Guild?”
I nodded.
The Adventurer’s Guild is officially a state organization; despite being called a guild, it isn’t an association.
It seems it’s always been called a guild, by tradition. These half-baked settings are a pain.
“Of course. Though thanks to that, the kingdom took some of it.”
The country took twenty to thirty percent of the treasure I’d prepared.
But the remaining treasure was purely mine.
“I’ll buy a new boat to replace the one I wrecked. Hell, maybe I’ll even gift you guys an airship.”
Seeing my generosity, Mom looked a little exasperated.
“Don’t you think about keeping something for your future? With this much, you could even become independent.”
Hearing that, I straightened up before the two of them.
“About that, I have something to discuss.”
I then told my parents about my plans for the future.