I pondered in front of the boarding house, worrying about whether it would be a nuisance to suddenly visit with too many people. Since I’m a very logical person, I could say that I was naturally concerned about these things.

"What are you thinking so much about? All you need to do is ring the doorbell." My father rang the doorbell while I was hesitating.

Crack! Ding-dong-!

The doorbell was smashed and died heroically after completing its last duty.

"This, this is too weak!" My father protested in embarrassment, but considering the number of miscellaneous items he had destroyed on the way here, it was definitely my father’s fault. As usual, he had destroyed the armrests of the chair in the train and turned an expensive glass cup into powder.

"This is private property, so you can't pay for it using civil service accounts."

The things that had been damaged on the way here were property owned by the empire anyways, so the “unfortunate” damage caused during the execution of official duties had been paid off in the name of the third commander of the imperial army.

Uncle Bloody's seal was in my hands, so it wasn’t difficult to create an official docume...