Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 13: The One-Hundred Lant Document
The warm spring sunlight once again quietly spread over the shattered, battered statue of the Sea God Alonso, eventually reaching the attic where Marlon lived.
The noisy chatter woke little Anvi, who rubbed his eyes as he stirred from the hard bed. Raising his arms to check his clothes, he immediately realized… last night, his mother certainly hadn’t come home.
But Anvi didn’t dwell on it too long. After all, when his mother worked temporary shifts at the garment factory, she often couldn’t make it home at night. Last night was probably just the same.
Before Anvi could think further, the sharp, burning pain spreading from his face and body to his mind reminded him of the beatings his drunk, rotten father had inflicted on him the previous night.
When I grow older and stronger, I’ll do just like Cousin Marlon did last night. If rotten Dad dares to bully Mom and me, I’ll kick him hard and tie him up!
Clenching his teeth through the pain, Anvi put on his shoes, now revealing the tips of his toes, silently steeling his resolve.
At that moment, the bedroom door… opened.
Marlon, his expression complex, stepped before little Anvi, meeting the boy’s gaze full of obvious admiration.
“Cousin!”
Anvi exclaimed happily.
“Hmm.”
Marlon merely replied with a hum, then crouched down, looking directly into Anvi’s eyes.
“Anvi… do you want to live with me, or… with…Levi Ianwan?”
His tone was tinged with sadness.
“Of course with you, Cousin!” Anvi answered without hesitation. Then, blinking in puzzlement, he added, “But what about Mom? Isn’t she living with us? Cousin, I had a dream last night… Mom and I lived in a beautiful castle, full of fragrant white bread that never ran out. You wore little prince clothes and kept rotten Dad outside the castle.”
Anvi’s innocent words deepened the sorrow in Marlon’s eyes. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t speak—he couldn’t bear it.
“She… isn’t here anymore.”
The words Marlon could not say were instead spoken by a tall officer who had just entered the bedroom, wearing a crisp new police uniform and a pair of bright red, fluffy ears atop his head. Though Anvi did not know him, Marlon didn’t even need to turn to recognize him—this was Uncle Fox, Bernard Yebler.
“She’s… dead.”
Bernard looked down at Anvi, whose face was still filled with confusion, and spoke the most cruel words a child could hear.
And just as Bernard said, Anvi’s mother had indeed died, hastily returning home in the early hours of yesterday morning.
That was why Marlon, who had woken earlier than Anvi, had now met Bernard Yebler for the third time.
Bernard now wore a large police badge on his chest; he was the chief in charge of the slums of White Sand City.
There was no scene of helplessness or crying that Marlon had feared. After hearing Chief Bernard’s news, little Anvi merely looked up at Marlon with innocent eyes.
“Cousin, if Mom died… that means she’s enjoying herself in Goddess Helaris’s divine realm, right?”
Goddess Helaris, protector of women, was a deity that Anvi’s mother—and Marlon’s aunt—had always faithfully revered.
Marlon wanted to tell Anvi the truth, that Goddess Helaris had long since fallen into slumber. But instead, he said, “Yes… your mother is now enjoying herself in Goddess Helaris’s divine realm. So from now on, Anvi… Cousin Marlon will take care of you.”
After hearing Marlon’s words, Anvi smiled, tears glistening in his eyes.
“Little guy… you really intend to raise this child?”
Chief Bernard interjected, his large crimson fox ears twitching slightly.
“Yes,” Marlon replied. “It’s my responsibility… my duty.”
With their aunt gone, this already fragile family was now completely broken.
Even before the accident that brought them here, Marlon’s heart had already decided—he could never allow Anvi to live a miserable life.
That rotten, red-nosed Ianwan was absolutely incapable of suddenly repenting and raising his own son with care.
After Marlon’s answer, Chief Bernard’s gaze softened, yet he said firmly, “Little guy… it seems I misjudged you. But this won’t be easy. Custody of this child isn’t yours yet. Until his father voluntarily signs a written statement giving up custody, you have no right to take this child out of this house.”
He paused before continuing, “However, rest assured. Now that I am chief, I will never allow anything illegal to happen in front of me. I will investigate your aunt’s case thoroughly! And I will never allow those responsible to bully you two defenseless children!”
Even Bernard could see that the red-nosed Ianwan, still tied up in the living room by Marlon, was no good. How could he easily let Marlon succeed?
“So, next, we’ll need you, Chief Bernard, to act as our witness.”
Marlon said, confident Bernard would not refuse.
For someone who was both a police chief and an officer, Bernard could not refuse such a matter.
After a moment, Marlon led Anvi into the living room. Under Chief Bernard’s watchful eyes, he untied the red-nosed Ianwan, who had been bound all night.
“You two little brats… you’re dead meat!”
The red-nosed Ianwan, unable to move his numb limbs, jumped up to kick Marlon and Anvi.
To Ianwan, being suddenly knocked down by a frail little kid, tied all night, and witnessed by the new chief, had completely ruined his pride as a man—even if, in Marlon’s eyes, he had no pride to begin with.
But as Ianwan furiously swung his limbs, he froze.
Before his eyes lay a small stack of gleaming green notes—money.
“One hundred Lants. Sign this document, and it’s all yours.”
Marlon shook the bills gently, producing a crisp, satisfying rustle, his eyes still brimming with disgust.
Seeing the hundred Lants, the red-nosed Ianwan’s expression flickered. He wanted to snatch the money, but a glance at Chief Bernard’s stern gaze made him hesitate.
“Sign… what document?”
Marlon handed him a paper titled “Voluntary Termination of Father-Son Relationship.”
“Sign this, and the hundred Lants are yours.”