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Chapter 8: Villainous Aristocrat Fakes Mohawk Shoulder Pads as His Official Attire

“I’ll say it just in case, but it’s Father’s own fault, you know. He stole the flamethrower from someone else’s room without permission.”

“Hahaha, my bad.”

Father returned home with serious injuries.

However, it wasn’t because of the Goblin King’s trap. He took out the flamethrower that had been securely stored, and used it without permission.

And then, the flamethrower exploded.

Moreover, while riding the magic-powered motorcycle and using the flamethrower, Father flipped over at the same time as the explosion.

Being pinned under the magic-powered motorcycle, he suffered a complex fracture that would take quite some time to heal even with healing magic.

I really should get Father that Mohawk wig and shoulder pads. What he’s doing is straight out of the post-apocalyptic era.

“Exactly! You, stay in bed and rest for a while!!”

“Y-Yes, I’m sorry.”

Father, who was laughing at me, couldn’t go against Mother’s scolding.

“Oh, by the way. We found the Goblin King.”

“Is that so?”

“And I brought back its head!! You can praise your father once in a while, you know!!”

“…Impressive.”

“Hey, is that all!? Don’t you have something more to say to your father who fought so hard despite getting injured!?”

“But the injury was self-inflicted, wasn’t it?”

But, I really think it’s amazing.

Father, Aslan changed the game’s scenario.

Even knowing about the Goblin King and the traps, the Goblin King is what you might call a boss character.

Father, a non-playable character who doesn’t even have a name mentioned, managed to win, and I find that truly amazing.

“And, I’m thinking of reporting this incident to the royal castle. What do you think, Karina?”

“…Hmm. Yes, indeed. If the Goblin King really existed, there might be some kind of disturbance happening. We should report it.”

Some kind of disturbance.

I have a bad feeling about this.

I’m sure in the game, this was the time when the Demon King revived.

The emergence of the Goblin King is undoubtedly the influence of the Demon King.

“Understood. So, my son…”

“What is it?”

“Repair the magic-powered motorcycle! After sending a letter to the capital, there’s no doubt we’ll receive an audience command regarding this incident.”

“…Are you planning to go to the capital on that thing?”

“…Is that a problem?”

“I think it will cause a huge commotion if people see something like that.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

Father gazes at me with teary eyes.

Uh-oh.

His eyes strangely resemble the hamster I had in my past life.

Being looked at with those eyes, I can’t help but feed him treats.

“If mother permits…”

“Karina!! A lifelong request!!”

“…It will definitely cause a commotion. And if it’s known that a ten-year-old child made it, it poses unnecessary danger to Kunou. I can’t grant permission.”

“T-then, how about halfway!! What if I get off just before entering the capital!?”

“…Well, if that’s the case… as long as it’s not seen by a lot of people, even if there are witnesses, it will probably only become a rumor…”

“Then it’s settled!! Kunou, I’m counting on you for the repairs!!”

“Understood.”

Let’s also make improvements so it can withstand long-distance travel.

With various tools enhanced by applied sculpting magic, my processing skills have significantly improved from before.

I’ll enhance the durability, attach suspension, and try to find a material that could substitute rubber to make the tires while adding shaping magic to them.

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Two months later,

As Father predicted, a letter arrived via express horse from the royal capital, instructing us to come to the royal castle.

Communication methods in this world were limited, and it seemed to have taken quite some time for the letter to travel from the capital to the remote Dorana territory.

Father’s injuries had also completely healed by now.

…It appears the emergence of the Goblin King is indeed a significant matter.

The content of the letter stated that His Majesty wanted to hear the detailed story in person, hence the request for us to visit the castle.

I handed over the magic-powered motorcycle after completing the improvements.

“Wow, the ride feels completely different!”

“I installed the suspension and made the tires.”

I struggled to create the springs for the suspension.

But the effort was worth it, as the results were undeniable.

What I especially want praise for are the tires.

In this world, I found a material that could substitute for rubber.

“These tires? Are they made from slimes?”

“Yes.”

A substitute for rubber: slimes.

Slimes are monsters treated as mere nuisances, even lower than goblins, in any RPG.

When defeated, they drop slime jelly.

By mixing iron powder and other substances into the slime jelly, it becomes a material with a rubber-like texture.

“I also put some effort into the design this time.”

“Oh, um, how should I put it, is it… spiky?”

“I added spikes to the bumpers and sides of the tires so we can crush monsters if they come near. By the way, pressing this switch here makes it rotate.”

Moreover, this magic-powered motorcycle still has hidden functions.

“The road from the Dorana territory to the royal capital is quite rough. So, I programmed it to automatically activate wind magic to cut through obstacles like wood and rocks and earth magic to level the road. With this, we can safely travel to the capital.”

“Th-this is amazing!”

However, due to overloading it with various functions, I couldn’t achieve the same speed as before.

It would probably reach a maximum speed of around 40 km/h.

Feeling apologetic toward Father, who undoubtedly wanted to zip around at high speeds, I decided to give him an additional gift to enhance the overall experience.

“Father, please take this.”

“Hmm? Is this a Mohawk helmet and shoulder pads?”

“These are the proper attire for riding the bike.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is.”

Of course, it was a complete lie.

I had simply prepared an outfit perfectly suited for Father, who would inevitably shout, “Hyaaahhh!!!” when riding the bike.

Father, believing my lie without a second thought, equipped the Mohawk helmet and shoulder pads and began zipping around on the modified magic-powered motorcycle.

It seems he even went into the forest and ran over some random monsters.

Poor creatures, flattened under his wheels. Well, I can’t say I feel too sorry for them. May they rest in peace.

“This is fantastic!! The speed might be a bit lacking, but the thrill makes up for it plenty!!”

“Is it really that enjoyable?”

“Yeah!! Karina, you should give it a try!!”

“N-no, I’ll pass—”

“Come on, just do it!!”

Aslan forcibly put Mother on the bike.

…After that, Mother, as if her personality had completely changed, performed impressive wheelies and unconventional driving maneuvers.

It seemed my parents were thoroughly enchanted by the wonders of the modified magic-powered motorcycle.

However, I didn’t anticipate that my mother would also become a resident of a post-apocalyptic world just because I said the Mohawk helmet and shoulder pads were the proper attire.

I did mention that women didn’t have to wear them, but Mother seemed oddly reluctant to take them off.

I really don’t want to see my mother shouting, “Hyaaahhh!!!” in Mohawk shoulder pads!!

“All right, we can go to the capital now!! Kunou, you’ve prepared everything, right?”

“…Huh? Am I going too!?”

“Hm? Well, of course. We were able to resolve the Goblin King incident this time because you were there.”

“I mean, isn’t that a bit hard to believe?”

Knowing about the Goblin King is something that wouldn’t be easily believed. 

In fact, there’s a possibility they might suspect collusion with the monsters. 

When I mentioned this, Mother nodded.

“You’re right. Let’s keep Kunou knowing about the Goblin King a secret.”

“Huh? But, is that okay? We might get a reward or something, you know?”

“I don’t need anything.”

“Kunou is quite selfless. Well, since it’s a rare opportunity, you should come to the castle too. If you’re with me, no one will complain. It’s not a bad idea to be remembered by important people. Plus, the capital is great! There’s delicious food everywhere, and the city is full of beautiful women—Ah!”

Father realizes his mistake. However, it was too late.

Behind him, Mother was straddling the bike, revving the engine, and preparing for an attack.

“I-it’s not what it looks like, Karina! It’s, uh!! It’s a part of my son’s sex education!! Yes, that’s it! I was just warning him to be careful of deceitful people in the city, those who might try to deceive a country boy. It’s a caution about traps and—”

“Kunou is a smart boy, so he understands even without you saying it. – Be prepared, you.”

“Eeek!!”

The two of them started a lively game of tag, with Mother as the “it” of course.

“Onii-sama, stepmother and father get along really well, don’t they!!”

Wendy, that’s more like… well, it’s nothing. Please just grow up as you are.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, I’ll go buy souvenirs, so look forward to it, Onee-chan. Of course, Wendy too.”

“Hehe, thank you.”

“Thank you, onii-sama!!”

Watching the harmonious scene between my parents, Wendy, Felsy, and I engaged in cheerful conversation.

Peaceful times indeed.

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