A boy stood before a full-length mirror, his excited grin reflecting his anticipation. At 120 cm tall, he had deep navy blue hair and heterochromatic eyes—his left eye the same calm navy as his hair, while his right eye gleamed a fierce crimson. The contrast should have been unsettling, but strangely, it suited him.

  “Freed, are you ready?” A voice called from outside.

  "Yeah, Sis! Just a moment!”

  Yes, that boy is me—Freed.

  It has been six years since I was born into this world, and today, I was finally going on an adventure!

  Well, technically, I was just going to the nearby town, but still—it was my first time leaving the village!

  【You look far too excited for someone who’s just going to a small town, Master.】

  <”Ugh... Shut up, Aza.”>

  She was Azadia, the so-called "angel" who dwelled within me.

  Why did I call her so-called?

  Because I refuse to acknowledge her as an angel!

  She had completely shattered my ideal image of angels.

  Weren't they supposed to be divine, elegant, and kind? Instead, she was a teasing menace!

  She always called me "Master.” Thus, I should be the one above her!

  Yet somehow, I was the one always losing in our conversations.

  The worst part? I couldn't even tease her back properly!

  I didn’t know much about her aside from the fact that she was a 33 years old angel who worshiped her Goddess like a fanatic. That left me with very little material to counterattack.

  How frustrating.

  “Daisy, is Freed still inside his room?” Another voice queried outside my door.

  "Yes, Sis. Ah, there he is!"

  The moment I stepped outside, two familiar figures were waiting for me.

  To the left stood a 130 cm tall blonde girl with bright crimson eyes, dressed in leather armor and white short pants. A sword, slightly oversized for her slender frame, rested at her hip. That was my second sister—Daisy.

  Or rather—Sissy.

  A G-rank adventurer, loud, energetic, and always full of life.

  On the right was a 135 cm tall girl with navy blue hair and calm ocean-like eyes. She wore a white skirt slightly longer than Sissy’s, with a blue robe draped over her blouse. In her hand, she held a staff about half her height, topped with a clear orb. Unlike Sissy, she had a more refined, composed presence. That was my eldest sister—Celestia.

  Or rather—Sis Celes.

  Another G-rank adventurer, graceful and intelligent, the very definition of an ideal older sister.

  Though according to Aza, her body was already at the level of a perfect middle-high school girl… whatever that meant. I wasn’t sure, but I just decided to trust her judgment.

  "Freed, why did you take so long?! You’re just like Sis Celes, spending way too much time on appearances!”

  "It’s my first day there, Sissy. First impressions matter.”

  "You look really cool today, Freed."

  “Thank you, sis Celes.”

  In truth, I wasn’t wearing anything special, just an ordinary shirt.

  And yet—Sis Celes always said I looked cool or handsome, no matter what I wore.

  【I told you she has a brother complex, Master.】

  Ugh… I refused to acknowledge that.

  Her calm, elegant personality didn’t match the idea of having a brother complex.

  Still… I hoped she was the one with it.

  Because if Sissy had a brother complex, my life would turn into a complete disaster.

  Yeah. Let’s not imagine that.

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  "Celes, Daisy, Freed, breakfast is ready!" A warm voice called from the kitchen.

  "Yes, Mom, we’re coming!"

  "Oh, you three have come. Come sit here."

  As we entered the dining area, we were greeted by my Dad—a towering figure of muscles and strength.

  Despite working as a farmer, his physique could put warriors to shame.

  And then, there was Mom.

  "Here’s the food.”

  She stepped out of the kitchen, wearing an apron, yet her youthful beauty remained unchanged even after six years.

  Honestly, if she stood beside Sissy and Sis Celes, she could easily be mistaken for their older sister rather than their mother.

  "Wow! Is this deer meat!?" Sissy’s eyes sparkled.

  "Yes! Today is a special day for Freed. So, Mom thought a deer would make a fitting breakfast!"

  Mom beamed with pride.

  "You didn’t have to go this far, Mom.” I replied.

  "It’s fine! It’s fine!”

  【Did you miss the food you ate when you were still a baby, Master?】

  <"I never said anything like that.">

  【You seemed far happier to eat that baby food rather than eating this food, Master.】

  <”Shut up, Aza.”>

  Haa… Somehow, the weariness had already set in, even though it was still morning.

  "So, Freed, do you really want to be an adventurer?”

  Dad’s serious gaze met mine. This was the third time he had asked.

  "Yes, Dad.”

  "You’ve asked him so many times already, dear. You promised to support him, didn’t you?” Mom gently reminded him.

  Thanks, Mom.

  "That’s true… But I never expected him to actually want to become an adventurer.”

  "Then how about this, Dad? I have six years before I can officially register. If, by then, I’m not strong enough, I won’t register.”

  "…Haaa. I don’t know where your confidence comes from… Haa… Fine.” Dad finally conceded after two sighs.

  "Thanks, Dad. I know you’re worried. But I don’t want to just be protected by my sisters. I want to protect them too.”

  I smiled and continued,

  "If that doesn’t work out, I’ll consider becoming a merchant. That way, I can at least provide them with the best weapons and armor.”

  "Whoa! You were so cool just now, Freed!"

  "Freed is always cool, Daisy.”

  My sisters showered me with praise as I said that I want to protect them, but—

  【You just uttered an embarrassing line, Master.】

  <"Shut up, Aza.">

  In truth, I had observed Mom and Sis Celes' magic, and Aza had finished analyzing it.

  While I should be capable of learning fire and water elements, my mana and aura capacity were insufficient.

  Both Aza and Mom cautioned against increasing the capacity prematurely, as it could strain the body.

  Our innate status at birth typically represented the maximum our bodies could endure.

  So it would be better to start training at the age of six to increase our status.

  That’s also the reason why my parents accepted me and my sisters to start training at the age of six.

  Thus, from now on, I would travel to the nearby town, Lavender Town, every weekday to train.

  I would return home, Aster Village, every weekend.

  For today, Sis Celes and Sissy would accompany me.

  They would introduce me to the adventurer guild staff and guide me around the town.

  Mom, however, looked… sad,

  "Haa… The house will feel so empty without you here."

  She sighed, "Freed, I hope you make friends there. There aren’t any children your age in our village. Even the youngest is still a year older than Daisy. You must have felt lonely, right?”

  "No, Mom. I was never lonely. I had you, Dad, and my sisters.”

  "Fufu… Glad to hear that.” She chuckled.

  “Take care there, Freed. Don’t stir up any trouble,”

  My Dad advised as we prepared to leave.

  However, I noticed something odd.

  Mom and Dad exchanged glances.

  They seemed… suspiciously eager about me leaving.

  【Master, judging by their expressions, there’s a 60% chance they’re looking forward to your departure.】

  <“Really!? Why!?”>

  【Possibly because it’ll be their first time alone as a couple in six years.】

  <“...”>

  …Ah.

  I see.

  “Mom, dad.”

  ““Hmm?””

  “You know… given my status, protecting my sisters is already difficult enough, right? That’s why I don’t wish for a younger sibling.”

  "W-WHAT!?” Both of them were taken aback simultaneously.

  Bullseye.

  “W-What are you talking about, Freed?” My dad asked, panic evident in his voice.

  “Hmm? Why are you two surprised? Just saying what’s on my mind~"

  "My sisters are enough to bring me all the joy I need, right, Sissy? Sis Celes?” I tilted my head innocently in response to my dad's inquiry, inviting my sisters to join the conversation without fully comprehending its implications.

  “Yes, that’s right! I love Sis Celes and Freed!”

  “Mm, I’m relieved that Freed is different from Daisy. Taking care of Daisy is already challenging for me. But, it doesn’t mean another sibling would be like Freed. I can’t imagine caring for someone similar to Daisy.”

  “Hey, that’s rude, sis!”

  “I-I see.” Mom and Dad exchanged another glance, looking suspiciously guilty.

  Yeah. I caught them.

  We shared a round of laughter before stepping onto the carriage.

  And with that—

  My journey began.