“Um… Can I have the baby?” Asked the man.

“Um… Is the baby yours?” I ask.

“... I know who the baby belongs to?” Says the man.

“Why is your statement a question?”

“Well… Um… I know who the baby’s parents are.” Says the man

“Is your hair blue?” I ask.

“No- Wait what? What does that question have to do with the baby?” Says the man.

“So what color is your hair?” I ask.

“It’s purple, wait, this still has nothing to do with the baby! Will you give me the baby or not?” Says the man.

I see… So what I think is blue… Is actually purple… Was I ever color blind? I don’t recall…

“Um… Hello? Can… Can I have the baby?” Says the man.

“Wait, you were still here? I thought you left!” I say.

“No… You just suddenly stopped talking… But… Can I have the baby?” Asks the man again.

“Why do you need the baby anyway?”

“Well, ah… The baby… Uh… The baby’s parents are worried about the baby, so they sent me!”

“So… Do you have any evidence that the parents sent you?”

“Well, uh… No, but I can bring you to them!” Stutters the man.

“Oh sure why not.” I respond. The worst that happens is that I die right? Now, for more walking… Yay… Wait. Why were they using a carriage in the first place when there are cars… I… I will never understand this place…

“Ah… Sir… It’s this way…” The man says.

Oh crap. Going the wrong way again… Damn… I keep going the wrong way… Is my sense of direction that bad? I mean… I have a map and I’m still lost… How does that work? Oh… Oh whatever. I can worry about it later, more walking needs to be done.

“Right so… Um… What is your name? I never caught it.” Says the man. You know… For someone who shouted out for me to stop, he’s surprisingly docile… Maybe I should just call him mister shy man…

“Umm… Could you please answer my question?” Asks Mister Shy Man, “WHAT. IS. YOUR. NAME.”

Jeez… I don’t need you to spell it out for me. I know english you know… Wait. What language does this world even use? Do they even use english? Maybe there’s some sort of auto translate feature for me? That would be nice… Actually… Does a person need to feel mana in order for them to manipulate mana? I mean, I could see it, but I couldn’t feel it… Maybe seeing is the same as feeling? Who knows…

“Sir. Please, just answer this one simple request of this lowly being, what is your name?” Mister Shy Man pleads.

Come on! All you need is my name right? You don’t have to add flattery and other things to make me tell you… I was going to tell you anyway…

“I deem you worthy to hear my name! My name is Eldritch, you don’t need to know anything other than that.” I say. What? I sound haunty? What are you talking about? He begged, and so I responded. If he casually asked me… I would respond casually… Or I would ignore him… No no, I would never ignore anyone…

“Yes! I finally got an answer after two days…” Mister Shy Man whispers to himself.

Sorry to rain on your parade, but I heard that. And there’s no way that two days have passed. Just look at the inner monologue that the auth- *cough* that was going through my head. And how could you walk without resting for two days? Unless you’re just not a human… Now that I think about it. I never bothered to ask if he was human. Maybe the reason those bandits or whatever are weak because they aren’t humans… Maybe this guy is an actual human? Hm… Or maybe he isn’t… Should I ask him? Hmmm…

I don’t feel like prying into other people’s business… I’m not a nosy person after all… Right, let’s ask him anyways.

“Hey, we’ve been walking for two days now, why don’t you need to rest?” I ask.

“Ah?” Says Mister Shy Man stupidly.

“I asked if you are human.” I say.

“Ah… No. I’m not human. I’m a type of human sub species. There are the pure forms of humans, and then there are the subspecies. The pure humans can utilize mana, while the subspecies… Most of the subspecies can’t.” Says the man.

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I see…

“Is there anything like a demi human?” I ask.

“Demi human? I’ve never heard of that term before.” Says Mister Shy Guy.

“Is there a species called a devil, or demon?” I ask.

“Demon? Demon’s are a human subspecies that excels at magic even more so than the pure humans, they usually become generals in massive armies. As for devils… No… I’ve never heard of anything called a devil. There have been times in the past when someone was called a devil. But that was only because they had a massive amount of power any sentient being shouldn’t have.” Says Mister Shy Man.

I see… So whatever wiped out the frontier base of my species, would be considered a devil. Oh...kay… Alrighty then.

“So what type are you? What subspecies are you?” I ask.

“Me? I’m… a mix between a demon and a pure human.” The man responds.

“Is the mixing between subspecies common?”

“Mixing between subspecies is common, however, pure humans tend to look down on subspecies, so a pure human falling for a subspecies is… quite rare.” Responds Mister Shy Man while he looks down.

Hmm… I don’t think there are any beast men or whatever it’s called. But there seems to be humans, like usual, and then those that are… Different, but still fall under the same category as human… Oh...Kay…

“How long until we reach our destination?” I ask.

“Oh? We’ve already arrived one day ago, we’re just walking to the mansion right now.” Says the man.

Wait… So… How big is this person's territory… This person should be quite rich huh… Should I ask this person for a job? I’m still jobless after all… Maybe being a guard is a bad idea… After all, last time I was a guard I killed my employee… Yeah… Let’s be… um… Let’s be a mercenary looking for a job. Yes. That seems good, we’ll go with that.

“We’ve arrived” state's Mister Shy Guy. Wait, why do you seem so confident all of a sudden, shouldn’t you be really shy? What happened? Where did mister shy guy go?!

“Ah… Yes…” I say…

“Wow! You finally brought a friend! DEAR!!! DEAR!!!! OUR CHILD HAS FINALLY BROUGHT A FRIEND OVER!!!” Says an overly enthusiastic man with red eyes. Red eyes? RED EYES??! Yeah… This must be Mister Shy Guys father…

“I’m coming dear! I would like to see this friend you speak of.” Says a voice inside of the mansion.

Did I mention that it was a mansion? Well now I did. It’s four stories tall with four grand windows stretching from the first floor to the second floor. I wish Mister Shy Guy said he was a rich kid. I would’ve treated him much better. But now I can’t do that huh… It would seem weird to change behavior after all… Right?

Right.

“Oh, my daughter, you finally brought a man home!” Says the mother as she comes down.

Oh, daughter, so Shy Guy wasn’t a guy? I guess I can see how this person is a girl… Wait. This person was a girl this whole time? I thought she was a boy…

“Ah… No… This man was the person who found my little brother” Says Misses Shy Girl.

Oh, so the baby was her brother huh… If she said that earlier, I wouldn’t have had to walk, or I would’ve anyways. But still…

“I see, I see… Well? Don’t stand there. Do come in! Come in. Let’s have dinner before you leave.” Says the father.

“Ah… Well you see, I was actually looking for employment…” I say.

“That’s even better! Our last guard captain had to return to his home on a family emergency, you can step in for him!” Says the excited father.

“Wait, what about the other gua-” I ask, but get cut off as I’m dragged into the house.

I forgot to clear up the misunderstanding that their daughter brought me here. Whoops. But the girls is obviously a man though...

Author’s Note:

Okay… It seems as if there was a confusion as to what bold words meant. The bold words like this for example is to show the text the MC is seeing with his robot eye thing, whatever it is. Also, for the late update… Well… School is a wonderful place isn’t it.