**Day 40 Night Omui Guild**
It seems the two of them have started another meeting. Despite being so busy, every single day when the lord arrives, they inevitably begin a conference with the guild master.
Budget and personnel allocation for the town and frontier, sudden surge in workload and manpower shortage, public infrastructure that had never been touched before, distribution to the townspeople.
There is no end to the topics they need to discuss. Yet in the end, those two always circle back to the black-haired boy.
And then they start pointless conversations.
They call him the boy who saved the town.
They call him the boy who made the town happy.
They call him the boy who reborn the frontier.
In the end, the unrewarded boy.
In the end, the boy who receives no happiness.
In the end, the boy who risks himself for the happiness of those around him.
Just what boy are they talking about?
This is a meaningless meeting that has gone far beyond useless. There is no such boy. I have never seen him!
I see the black-haired boy every day, but I have never once seen such an unfortunate boy.
They are underestimating him far too much. He is not that gentle a boy.
If he were such a boy, monsters would have killed him long ago.
That boy kills monsters without ever being killed.
All by himself? All by himself, he slaughters every single monster.
Without regard for his own danger? The ones in danger are the monsters being slaughtered.
He saves everyone? There are simply no monsters left because he killed them all.
He receives nothing? He kills them all and happily comes to cash in.
He does not accept anything? Every day he sweeps the cash from every shop in town—that is why the economy is booming.
They are grateful, both of them. Of course they are—if you look only at the results.
But those are only results.
Everything is the result of him slaughtering every monster he encountered.
Both the lord and the guild master are frontier-born. They probably think this town is normal.
I do not know any other town in this kingdom filled with such kind, good-natured people who worry only about others.
When our family fell into ruin with nowhere to go, this town accepted us as a matter of course and everyone helped.
But in other towns—let alone the capital—if someone falls, people swarm to strip them bare as a matter of course.
This town is why we were saved in the end.
That boy—no, those boys—are mirrors.
They stayed in this town only because they were treated well here.
The enormous profits flowed here only because they stayed in this town.
They slaughtered monsters for those profits, and as a result peace arrived.
That boy only incidentally made the town happy.
They underestimate him too much. They revere him too much. He is not that kind-hearted a boy.
If it had been a different town that tried to drop him with malice, the town would have been destroyed.
If it had been a different town that tried to harm those boys with ill intent, the town would have vanished.
If the people of this town had tried to haggle and rip him off, he would have sold elsewhere.
But the people of this town buy at fair prices, gathering every coin in shops and guild and even from the lord himself.
That is why this town became happy. That is why this town was protected.
That boy has neither goodwill nor malice.
He left weapons as thanks because people went to rescue him in the labyrinth.
He acts for the town because good people treated him well.
He seeks no reward, no praise, no honor, no recompense, no fame, no gifts, no gains, no desires—nothing.
He saves without thinking. He still does not remember this town's name. Even those he thanks—the lord and guild master—have their names forgotten by him.
He treats people well because good old men treated him well. He thinks only that this is a good town with good old men.
That boy does whatever he wants, makes those around him happy however he wants, and stays happy however he wants.
They underestimate him too much, revere him too much. No matter how unlucky he may be, he will selfishly become happy.
Otherwise, how could everyone around that boy look so happy? Everyone is being made happy without realizing it. Yes—he does it because he wants to.
They underestimate him, revere him, worship him too much. That boy is simply doing whatever he wants. A boy who thinks himself unfortunate could not possibly make so many people happy.
So please end the meeting soon and get back to work. It is pointless.
**Day 40 End**