Following Damian's guidance, we headed to the kid’s villa in Peritzbay.

Suddenly, the kid piped up with a twinkle in his eyes. "Mr. Den, you’re from the Crow tribe?! If you are Ambassador Hermes' nephew, then the Crow of Death, ueup!"

Damian covered the kid’s mouth with a pale face when the kid said my father's nickname.

"Young master!"

When my father was young, his main area of activity was the Empire, but he still traveled to other countries. My father ran away from home at the age of seventeen and returned to the village at the age of twenty. A little under four years had been enough time for him to give nightmares to the Republic and other countries around the Empire. Seeing Damian's expression, the kid carefully apologized, realizing he had made a mistake.

"… I am sorry."

I smirked and said, "It's okay. My father doesn't dislike that nickname. I believe he said it was all good memories or something?”

I brushed it off as if it was nothing, but Damian looked afraid.

‘Just what the hell did my father do in the Republic?’

Hillis, who was giggling at my words, asked, "But is it okay to leave your uncle behind? Won’t it be a big problem if he contacts your father?"

I smiled. "It's okay. I'm going to interfere so he won't be able to contact my father."

I sent all the chirps out...