「Hmm, so you came to Dilpolos with the memories of your previous life…」
In the end, I decided to confess everything to Yggdrasil-san.
With the scrubbing brush and the World Tree incidents, I had piled lie upon lie, and it had all spiraled into something terrible. I wanted to finally break that chain of negativity…
「Oh? So in other words, you’re actually an old man inside?」
「Old man… well, if you put it that way, I guess that’s true…」
If she’s going to say that, then Yggdrasil-san is the same too. She’s the classic loli-babaa type.
「Hmph, so I wasted my effort being considerate」
「Eh? N-no, I’ve been living almost entirely as an eight-year-old now, I’m basically an eight-year-old. A pure and innocent eight-year-old, so please overlook this…」
「Tch, stop clinging to me, middle-aged man」
Wow, Yggdrasil-san is harsh toward middle-aged men…
Actually, now that I think about it, I really haven’t been living as an eight-year-old. Let’s see, counting my past life… thirty-five years old? …for an elf, is thirty-five considered an old man?
Converted into human years… that’s about three years old, right? So is that really old?
On the other hand, Father is over three hundred years old, which in human terms is over thirty. So does that mean father is an old man? He still only looks like a young man though.
I really don’t know… This is one of those topics you can’t ask anyone about. If I asked “Father, are you an old man?” he might be devastated.
And Mother… age is a forbidden subject with her. If I ever asked “Mother, are you an old lady?” I don’t even want to imagine what would happen to me…
「So, thanks to Deis’s power, you were reborn in this world, correct?」
「That’s right」
「And then you were given the Alec Brush, yes?」
「That’s right…or rather, it’s a scrubbing brush though?」
「Scrubbing brush?」
Truth be told, I still haven’t accepted the name “Alec Brush”.
It’s not like I’m insulting scrubbing brush. They’re useful, practical tools. But having my own name stuck on a cleaning brush is a little…
「That brush, in my previous world, was called a scrubbing brush」
「It doesn’t matter, Alec Brush is fine. That’s what it’s called in this world. Besides, you’re the one who named it, weren’t you?」
「Eh? No, I didn’t. Somehow my name just got slapped on it. Supposedly because it would sell better…」
Now that I think about it, I never even protested about having my name slapped on it without permission…
By the time I first heard the name and was still shocked, the whole fabricated World Tree incident had come up. Things got messy after that, and in the end, it just went on sale like that…
Personally, I really would prefer not to have this name.
But there’s nothing I can do now… especially since the World Tree-sama herself said, 「Alec Brush is fine」…
「…Hm? In that case, isn’t there a chance it could have ended up with my name on it instead?」
「Ah, that’s possible. Yggdrasil Brush, huh… It does have impact」
「Absolutely not」
…So she hates it.
Well yeah, anyone would hate that. Really drives home the fact that what I went through was the same kind of thing anyone else would find awful…
「Anyway, why did Deis give you something like that in the first place?」
「I won it in a lottery」
「A lottery?」
「Since life in another world would be tough, they said they’d grant useful skills or items to help survive. But only by lottery…」
「And just what part of the Alec Brush is supposed to be a survival item?」
That’s what I’d like to know.
「Ah, but actually, every time I level up by five, I get to spin the lottery again. When I hit level 5, I got a good skill. The Woodworking skill」
「Woodworking? A brush and woodworking… Both are awfully plain gifts from a god…」
「Well, I suppose that’s true…」
Honestly, I thought so too. Maybe the level 10 cheat roulette will finally give me something better…
「Hmm. So you’ve been using that Woodworking skill to make countless dolls of your mother… and with enormous breasts, no less…」
「…………」
Yggdrasil-san glanced suspiciously between Mother dolls and me.
I wished she wouldn’t look at me like that. Though I had to admit, given the situation, it was only natural…
「…How did you even know they were supposed to be my mother?」
「When I came into this house, I caught a glimpse of your parents. The dolls have the same face. They are well-made, I’ll give you that…」
Now that she mentioned it, Yggdrasil-san had just barged into my home. Technically speaking, that makes her a trespasser… yet my parents hadn’t noticed at all.
And my parents are the Sword Saint-sama and the Sage-sama. Even so, they didn’t detect her? As expected of a god.
「Uh, anyway, the one who told me to mass-produce the dolls, and also insisted on making the breasts bigger… was my mother herself…」
「There is no such mother」
I’m telling you, she exists…
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