Let's Play Minecraft in a World of Swords and Spells

Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 34

(Walson)

I pondered for a long time.

To think that Father Marbon and Sister Maany managed to get into this place...

Dead men tell no secrets... you know? So that’s normally my first choice. But I really don’t want to kill them for this.

Waaaaaah! Marbon seems to be in a super foul mood!

“I’m sorry!”

In the end, I chose to kneel on the ground begging for forgiveness.

I told them mostly everything that has happened so far. (Except the fact that I was reincarnated from another world)

Such as how I had a bunch of ideas and wanted to make them into a reality, developing new technology, as well as how I created this secret base when I was seven, and how I met Melon, etc.

Though I did omit that I was the one who fixed the withering problem deep in the Nakula Jungle, restoring the vitality of the land as a result, as well as my change of racial status.

Then I told him about how I met Rifle, healed him out of the kindness of my heart and he ended up tagging along. That’s about it.

“... You’ve been quite a reckless boy, it seems.” Marbon smacked my head with a palm, then proceeded to roughly rub it.

Words I used to chide Melon have been returned to me. Talk about karma...

“Ooh...” I let out a low grunt but felt -and understood- his concern, allowing it to warm my heart.

Melon simply stood at the side, silent as a stone.

“T-t-t-to actually be able to converse with the [Mountain King]...! Similar actions are simply unheard of!” Maany stuttered as she exclaimed her surprise.

That shocked expression on their faces was absolutely de-li-cious.

But then...

“Oh, by the way, Walson. Who taught you how to be a sugar daddy and keep their secret lover up in the mountains?” Marbon said this in a joking tone, but with an evil smirk that screams *You’re not getting away that easily* on his face.

AAAAAAHHHHH, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MENTION THAT OF ALL THINGS!?

“Huh? I – I’m not Master’s girlfriend...” Melon is denying it. GOOD JOB MELON!

“Hmph. Walson, casanova.” Grace, who was mostly silent, suddenly popped up.

“Oh, so we have a little witness here...” No no no, Father Marbon this is not what it looks like! GRACE WHY DID YOU SELL ME OUT!? NO! DON’T TELL HIM ABOUT *THAT* INCIDENT!

And then?

I got harshly lectured for three hours.

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Spring has ended, Summer is coming.

I am fourteen and nine months old. I am almost turning fifteen.