Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 15: Lolis—Are They Tempting or Not?
Through Chief Bernard’s account, Marlon finally understood why Bernard, originally from Ruwa Province, had come all the way to White Sand City to serve as a police chief in this unprofitable slum.
As Marlon had suspected, Bernard had indeed served in the Third Steam Armored Cavalry Brigade of the Loring National Defense Forces. He had been comrades-in-arms with Marlon’s “substitute father” Nelson Lister—the one who had gone to war in place of Marlon’s little uncle.
The Third Steam Armored Cavalry Brigade was a fully mechanized brigade equipped with hundreds of steam tanks and self-propelled steam artillery.
Bernard Yebler had been the commander of one of these steam tanks, while Nelson Lister had served as the observer and communication officer, coordinating with other armored vehicles during operations.
This superior-subordinate relationship persisted until the entire Third Steam Armored Cavalry Brigade was annihilated.
So, the reason Bernard was alive and standing before Marlon now was thanks to Nelson Lister.
To be more precise, during the battle in which the brigade was wiped out, Marlon’s surrogate father, Nelson, had saved Bernard’s life but then met an unfortunate end. Before dying, he entrusted Bernard with the care of his wife and child.
Unfortunately, Nelson never revealed his true name before passing, which forced Bernard to come up with the plan of transferring to White Sand City and working as a slum police chief to investigate matters.
After hearing Bernard’s story, Marlon couldn’t help but marvel at how life was far more dramatic than any novel.
Marlon noticed that when Bernard spoke of Nelson helping him escape the encirclement, he was deliberately vague.
Most importantly, Bernard Yebler—a defeated officer, one of the tiniest among the defeated—had somehow managed to parachute into White Sand City and become a police chief, even though millions of retired soldiers were unemployed. If there wasn’t something fishy about this, Marlon would have never believed it.
Of course, Marlon understood all this in his heart. He wasn’t foolish enough to bring it up openly.
After all, he didn’t feel the need to depend on Bernard’s favor or care.
But soon, Marlon realized that was wishful thinking. Chief Bernard insisted that he and little Anvi stay at Bernard’s home.
Marlon wanted to refuse, but… well… sometimes an arm really can’t resist a thigh.
Although Chief Bernard was a fox-beastman, his manner of handling things was as straightforward and rough as a minotaur’s. He didn’t care whether Marlon agreed or not; if a word went wrong, he simply dragged Marlon and little Anvi along without hesitation.
In the end, apart from his manuscripts and the portrait of surrogate father Nelson Lister, Marlon couldn’t take anything else.
“No problem! I’ll take you to buy new ones later!”
When Marlon protested that they wouldn’t even have bedding for the night, Chief Bernard, driving with grand flourish, waved his hand dismissively.
Even though he was a slum district police chief, Bernard still had a steam patrol car.
So, Marlon, confined in the prisoner compartment of the steam patrol car, was completely helpless.
Without returning to the police station, Bernard drove for nearly twenty minutes, using the patrol car for personal purposes, and took Marlon and little Anvi to White Oak Street, three blocks away from the slum district.
With a hiss, the steam patrol car released a thick plume of steam and stopped steadily in front of a two-story villa with both front and back yards.
The villa seemed somewhat aged; its exterior was completely covered in thick ivy, hiding its true appearance.
The front yard was enclosed by a chest-high red lattice wall, with only a narrow cobblestone path that could fit three people walking side by side. On either side were flowers and plants, resembling European-style buildings Marlon had seen in Western dramas.
“We’re here!”
Bernard jumped out, opened the back door of the steam patrol car—which could only be opened from the outside—and gestured for them to come in.
Resigned, Marlon led little Anvi down from the car, holding his precious manuscripts in one hand.
Passing through the small iron gate in the middle of the yard wall, Bernard gestured them in, mimicking Marlon’s previous escape attempt.
By this point, Marlon no longer insisted on finding his own place. He held little Anvi’s hand, guiding the curious child while carrying the pile of manuscripts into the yard.
Bernard returned to retrieve Marlon’s other two stacks of manuscripts and closed the car door behind him.
“Amy, come open the door for your dad!”
Walking quickly along the cobblestone path and up the steps, Bernard pressed the doorbell and called out loudly.
After a moment, the deep purple double doors of the villa opened.
Standing in the doorway was the adorable fox girl Amy, with gem-blue fox ears and big eyes. She wore a pale white nightgown adorned with tiny floral patterns and looked half-asleep, her eyes filled with curiosity at the three visitors.
The morning sunlight, carrying a hint of coolness, fell on her delicate, jade-like cheeks, her loosely flowing gem-blue hair, and the slender collarbone revealed by her slightly crooked nightgown, giving her skin a warm, milky glow.
Combined with her drowsy expression and the gem-blue, fluffy tail swishing behind her like a living entity…
“Wow—so pretty!”
Little Anvi, still a naive child despite being led by Marlon, couldn’t resist admiring her charm.
As for Marlon… he had completely forgotten that he was now in the body of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy. He forced himself not to stare at Amy, fearing he might be mistaken for a perverted lolicon.
“Amy, this is Brother Marlon,” Bernard said, introducing him matter-of-factly. “You met him yesterday. From now on… he’ll be living with us!”
Seeing that Amy was still half-asleep, Bernard quickly added, “He’s a scholar, you know! He knows many, many interesting stories even I don’t know!”
Bernard clearly understood his daughter; Amy’s eyes finally lit up, the confusion in them vanishing.
Then, the little fox girl, now radiant, flashed a sweet, innocent smile at Marlon.
She ran happily to him, took his hand—still holding the manuscripts—and led him inside the villa.
Marlon admitted that the moment her soft, delicate fingers touched his arm, his heart couldn’t help but pound wildly…