“Hoh, so you two aren’t lovers?”
With a crooked smile, I rubbed my chin.
Isn’t Nameless 19 years old this year?
By next year, he’ll be a fully grown adult…
If possible, I want to find Nameless a partner before the end of next year.
The reason it should be before next year is…
In this place, nobles get engaged at a young age.
So they usually find their partners before turning 15.
Of course, there are political reasons for nobles, but it seems even commoners typically secure partners before becoming adults.
Honestly, it’s hard to understand with my common sense…
But it was like that before I isolated myself in the hut, so it’s probably still the same now.
Given this era, the thought of Nameless reaching adulthood without finding a partner makes me worried that he might be looked down upon or treated as a weirdo…
Hmm, that shouldn’t happen.
…Of course.
I know that it’s somewhat pathetic for an older guy like me to meddle in the love lives of younger folks…
But I couldn’t help but glance over at Nameless, who had a significant look on his face.
…Unless I take some action,
I can’t see Nameless ever meeting someone to date.
Even when he lived in the hut with me, I tried to use his partner as an excuse to send him to the Academy, but he refused, right?
I sighed heavily.
Nameless tilted his head slightly, but I couldn’t help but facepalm.
The serious expression that seemed significant before suddenly started to look somewhat dumb.
My small worry turned into certainty.
This guy will absolutely never find a partner.
Seriously… what is Nameless going to do without me?
…I mean, I tried to help before, but he had consistently rejected me, maybe because he wasn’t interested in the opposite sex, which gave me a headache.
But right now…
There’s a lovely lady right in front of me, isn’t there?
“Heh heh.”
An ominous laugh slipped out.
“…What’s wrong?”
“Uh, it’s nothing.”
To elaborate,
Elia’s beauty is enough to steal the hearts of countless men with just a glance.
Plus,
I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Elia’s figure.
When Elia felt my sleazy gaze, she flinched for a second, cold sweat dripping down her back…
But then she tilted her head, so thankfully she didn’t seem aware of my lewd stare.
It was probably just a natural instinctive reaction to my gaze.
Ahem, anyway.
Elia’s figure is splendid.
She could probably give birth easily when she eventually finds her partner.
In short, she’s the perfect baby-making type.
Though I can’t feel it myself, men instinctively seek partners who can bear their children, right?
Unless they’re some oddball…
Well, I’m sure Nameless would also like someone like Elia, with such an appealing figure.
As the situation seemed to be falling into place, my mouth curled into a grin, but it quickly settled back down.
However, there was one thing I found unfortunate about Elia, and that was that she was a Saint.
I don’t know much about the religion here.
While I may have harbored some grudges toward it, it’s only natural since I spent my time in the hut swinging my sword instead of setting concrete goals.
Well, even so, that’s still a stretch… who knows?
Maybe the religious folks here can’t marry.
On top of that, I personally have some resentment toward the god, right?
If Nameless, who is like my child, were to marry the child of someone I hate…
“Tch.”
Honestly, I don’t like it.
But I can’t just disregard a potential partner for Nameless either.
Above all, Nameless’s happiness is my priority.
Nodding to myself as a reaffirmation.
Then I have to gauge Elia’s opinion.
What good will it do for me to try to connect them alone?
Just as I was about to open my mouth to ask ‘what do you think of Nameless as a potential partner,’
I caught a glimpse of Elia’s expression.
Hmm, what’s this?
In the brief moment I lost focus, Elia’s expression had turned gloomy.
I poked Nameless’s thigh.
“What’s up with him?”
“Since a moment ago, right after hearing your words, he’s been like this.”
“Hmm.”
I squinted at Elia.
Beyond her gloomy expression, I could see her glancing furtively at Lucius.
I subtly turned to look at Lucius, who was also stealing glances at Elia from time to time.
“Oh ho, I see… that makes sense.”
“…Huh? What do you mean?”
As you know, I’m quite perceptive.
Let me speculate on this 100% intuition of mine…
Could it be that she’s uncomfortable being tied to Lucius?
Or maybe she’s disappointed she hasn’t found a proper guy even though she’s reached a suitable age?
Well… I might be looking too positively into this.
But surely she wouldn’t make that expression out of frustration for not being in a relationship yet, right?
Someone as astute as me wouldn’t miss the romantic tension in the air.
Hmm, right.
Nodding to myself.
Now I have to pair them up, not just for Nameless, but to ease Elia’s worries too.
…There was a fleeting thought that something might be off, but
I shook my head to dismiss it.
Anyway.
For Nameless to build a life with Elia…
“…”
…It’s frustrating.
What if Nameless’s ideal partner isn’t Elia…?
I should probably ask him that at least once, shouldn’t I?
I poked Nameless’s thigh again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nameless, what’s your ideal type?”
Upon hearing my question, Nameless’s eyes widened, and his mouth twitched.
…That’s uncomfortable; why is he acting like this?
Nameless cleared his throat and turned to face me.
“What specifically should I talk about?”
“Hmm, first, do you prefer older or younger?”
I remember Elia’s age is 20.
If Nameless answers older, that means Elia would likely be his type.
Watching him expectantly, Nameless opened his mouth without showing signs of hesitation.
“I prefer older.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Interesting, he prefers older.
What a pleasant start!
With a bright smile, I continued.
“What kind of appearance do you like in a woman?”
“Appearance… you mean?”
“Yeah, for example, someone who looks strong.”
At my words, Nameless stared at me, as if examining me. Then, much like before, he spoke immediately without hesitation.
“I like women who look innocent.”
“Innocent-looking?”
By innocent-looking…
He probably means he likes women with round eyes?
I glanced at Elia.
…Her eyes are round, but she doesn’t really look innocent…
If anything, her bright eyes give off a strong vibe.
Hmm, could this be a strikeout…?
But I didn’t feel particularly bad about it.
Just as I was about to ask Nameless another question, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
This guy… has seemed uninterested in the opposite sex thus far, yet he answers my questions about his ideal type so readily.
Hmm, strange.
Well, he is at the perfect age—nothing can be done about that.
Nodding to myself, I prepared to ask another question.
This one’s important.
If he gives an answer opposed to my expectation, it would indicate that Elia isn’t his type at all.
“…Do you like tall women?”
As you know, Elia is quite tall.
In my rough estimation, she’s about 177 cm tall.
If Nameless says he doesn’t like tall women, then I’d have to either abandon the thought of pairing them or take that into account and persist.
For some reason, I felt anxious before hearing Nameless’s response and ended up biting my lip.
…But I shouldn’t be this anxious.
I’m unsure of my own reaction.
As soon as he heard my question, Nameless squinted slightly and let out a small sigh.
Then he pondered for a moment before meeting my gaze.
“I don’t really prefer tall women.”
Hmm, he doesn’t prefer tall women…
…That’s tough for Elia.
For some reason, a small weight lifted off my chest, but a failure is still a failure.
I let out a small sigh.
“…Is that so?”
“Yes, I’d prefer a woman about… well, about two fist widths shorter than the hand of my Master.”
That’s oddly specific.
More importantly, a girl two fist widths shorter than my hand…?
I opened my palm and looked closely.
Hmm, would that be around 13 centimeters per fist?
So that would be 26 cm…
“…”
If Nameless is just over 180 cm, for a girl to be two fists shorter, she couldn’t possibly be taller than the mid-150s.
And considering this world leans toward a medieval fantasy theme, people generally have taller stature.
That’s just how much Nameless’s height, being a little over 180, is average.
I looked at Nameless with a somewhat frozen expression.
“…Nameless, no matter how you look at it, that’s too young.”
“Yes…? What do you mean by that?”
…My disciple has such tastes, huh?
I placed a hand on my forehead, letting out a deep sigh.
“Why in the world are you saying that to me…?”
Why, what?
Why’s he looking at me like that?
