I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 4-11. Yueli Luludan

The location shifts from the bustling center to a quiet residential area.

Amidst many impressive buildings, she leads me to the very edge of Encarton. It’s a shabby house so close to the fortress that it feels like it’s practically inside it.

It seems she’s the only resident here, as she casually tosses a cushion out of the closet for me to sit on.

“Want something to drink? Unfortunately, all I’ve got is water.”

“I’m not particularly thirsty. Don’t need it.”

“Is that so? Ice-cold water is the best for cooling down a heated body, though.”

She drinks the cold water straight from the bottle, then lets out a satisfied “Pwah…” as if she’d just downed alcohol, wiping her moistened lips.

There’s no smell of alcohol, so it really was just water.

“Let’s start with introductions. I’m Yueli Lurdan. A 20-year-old freelance mechanic with no affiliations. If you’ve heard of the fights, you’ll know—I’m the only daughter of Dude Lurdan. I’m confident in my skills!”

Sitting across from me at the low table, she flexes her arm.

Her outfit—just a tank top and hot pants—gives off a tomboyish vibe, with little in the way of modesty.

I’m not sure where to look… but I introduce myself to avoid suspicion.

“Ouga Vellet. From the ducal family of the Londism Kingdom.”

“A noble, huh? How’s it going? Must be tough in this city, right?”

“Not at all. In fact, it’s the perfect environment for me.”

Until now, I hadn’t been in the public eye, so my face wasn’t well-known. But in the Londism Kingdom, I’m already known as Ouga Vellet, the Saint.

In other words, a celebrity.

It brings both good and bad things.

The letter I received the other day is a good example.

But, as her reaction suggests, there aren’t many people in this city who are interested in me.

It seems my reputation as a Saint hasn’t reached here either.

In other words, Encarton holds the possibility for me to act freely, without worrying about appearances, just as I have before!

“It’s a bit weird for me to say this, but… you’re a strange one, aren’t you, Noble-sama?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. And you can just call me ‘boy’.”

“Nice! That makes it easier for me too!”

Yueli laughs heartily, slapping her thighs.

“So? What do you want me to make for you, boy? A sword? A shield? I can make anything.”

“An arm.”

“An… arm?”

“Yeah. I want you to make me a combat prosthetic.”

With that, I place my right arm on the low table.

“This right arm is useless now. I plan to have it amputated soon. So, I want you to make a prosthetic to replace it.”

“Amputated…? Boy, just how much have you pushed yourself at such a young age?”

“It was necessary for me to stay true to my beliefs.”

I look straight at Yueli.

My words are genuine, without a hint of falsehood.

I don’t need anyone’s pity or concern.

No one can deny my resolve.

“I have no regrets, and I’ve never overstepped.”

When I say this, Yueli’s black eyes widen, and her lips curl up enough to reveal her fangs.

“…I was actually thinking of testing you a bit. No idiot would suddenly make a request to an unknown like me. I thought you were just after my old man… but I’ve changed my mind.”

She stands up and retrieves a large wooden box from the closet where she’d gotten the cushion earlier.

Inside the box, placed on the low table, are numerous magical tools.

“These are the magical tools I’ve made so far. All of them are my proud creations. For example, this hilt.”