This Is The Kind Of Person I Am! (1)

After sitting blankly on the terrace with Lee Hyo-ju and Merus for a while, the reception room door suddenly flew open and Naruan ran in.

“Captain!!”

“Yes.”

Naruan pittered over and plopped something white down on the table. Then she puffed up with pride, snickering with a smile at the corner of her mouth.

“What’s this…? Huh? It’s a name?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“So what is it a list of?”

“…Huh? Inex said you’d know, Captain…”

When I saw Hugo and Ostum—their names written on the white paper—I immediately understood what it was about.

It meant Hugo and Ostum were holding onto their registration cards without using them.

Just to be sure I asked, and Naruan was the same as always.

“Me? I don’t know?”

“…Hmph. Inex said that. I’ll go check.”

A voice helped Naruan, who was about to turn back with drooped shoulders.

“Could it be a list of representatives who haven’t used their registration cards?”

Naruan spun around and shouted “Right!” at Lee Hyo-ju’s amused voice.

Finding her cute, Lee Hyo-ju smiled softly and beckoned Naruan to sit; Naruan glanced at me, grinned, and sat down.

“Naruan, can a squad leader not know something like that? From now on, knowing the condition of your members is very important. Got it?”

“Yes!”

“Do you really get it?”

“…No, hehe.”

“…Lee Hyo-ju, explain it well until the others arrive.”

“Yes.”

Lee Hyo-ju’s calm explanation to the beaming Naruan sounded plausible even to me.

Especially when she said she’d be disappointed if members made mistakes because of Naruan, her wide-eyed “Really?” made her look like she definitely understood.

“They’re all late?”

While waiting for the other leaders who were later than expected, the reception room door creaked open—but no one entered.

Just as I wondered why, a “gyaa~” sound and something purple nuzzled into someone’s arms.

“Jaryong, where were you until now?”

―Sleepy….

After feeding it most of the leftover Red Dragon Heart pieces that Caelum dropped while resting recently, this one has been dozy all the time.

As I stroked the “gyaa~” creature, I felt someone next to me flinch continuously.

“Why are you like that?”

“…Huh? Eh? Wh-what did I do?”

Merus kept glancing between me and the Jaryong, twitching.

He was half off his chair, gripping the armrest, poised as if ready to flee at any moment.

“Sit.”

“I-I am sitting.”

“Sit properly.”

“Hic!”

The pained look on his face was amusing.

Not only I, but Lee Hyo-ju also stared at him curiously and began to probe.

“What’s wrong?”

“I mean, uh, what do you mean?”

Merus stammered, sweat beading coldly on his face and his body trembling, yet he pretended not to care—ridiculous.

I snorted and glared; Merus, increasingly uneasy, finally let out a weird “Eek!” and leaped up, leaving the terrace.

He backed toward the fountain, took a deep breath, and glared at me—more precisely, at the Jaryong.

Then he pointed at the Jaryong and, for the first time since joining the legion, raised his voice in a frantic outburst.

“Th-that!!”

“Yes, tell me.”

“Th-that dragon! Why is it getting stronger?!”

“Oh…?”

Merus practically screamed, asking why the Jaryong was getting stronger.

At that moment, Lee Hyo-ju gasped.

“Ah… A lizardman, a dragonkin, right? Though a lesser form.”

“Ah… pfft.”

Only then did I understand the situation.

It’s funny in hindsight—this brave man is afraid of such a tiny dragon.

Of course, its true size can be as big as the training ground behind us, but to others it looks like a pocket-sized pet.

“Come here.”

“…Why, why?”

“Quick.”

I told the hesitant Merus to sit in a chair and looked down at the sleeping Jaryong.

“Jaryong.”

“…Gyaa~?”

―…Why?“

I whispered softly to the Jaryong, which was yawning widely, and it seemed to ask if I really meant it.

When I nodded, it leaped off my knee and padded over with its small body toward the chair Merus was sitting in.

The Jaryong stared up at Merus, then hopped into his lap.

“Eek!”

I gave the startled Merus a single glance, and the Jaryong curled up comfortably and fell asleep on his lap.

Just before falling asleep, its cries sounded like “gyaa, gyaa~” to others, but to me…

―Huh? This is cozy. The scales feel somewhat familiar, and it’s like a dedicated bed!

While everyone snickered at the flustered Merus, Hazel and the others gradually gathered on the terrace.

Arun, who arrived last, cocked his head at the petrified Merus and then sat down.

They reported that four people—Hugo, Ostum, Cheong, and Apher—still hadn’t used their registration cards up to the start of the fourth year.

Ostum being a half-orc is understandable, but why the others hadn’t was baffling.

“Anyway, good work. How did it go for everyone?”

Responses came: It was good, not bad, and so on.

Whether lucky or unlucky for Merus, no one asked why he’d been silently frozen.

After everyone finished and consistently reported no major issues with their members, I brought up the main topic.

“That aside, you lot should get your shares too, right?”

First, I produced a thick book and handed it to Lee Hyo-ju. She looked at me puzzled, then took the book.

She flipped the cover as if expecting some effect like when I gave instruction manuals before, but seeing none, she stared blankly at me.

“It’s a very good book. Copy magic doesn’t work on it, so be careful not to lose it. I did barely engrave a retrieval spell, so if it’s lost, tell me immediately. Oh, once you’ve read it enough, pass it to Merus.”

“…Yes.”

It’s like giving someone expecting a luxury bag for their birthday a run-of-the-mill self-help bestseller.

Lee Hyo-ju turned the pages with a strange look, then glanced between me and Hazel in surprise.

“You said it was a good book, right?”

“Uh, um… this…”

“What is it? What is it?”

Naruan couldn’t help herself and leapt over, reading aloud in a clear voice the passage she was looking at.

“‘I, the ruler of the battlefield Spatium wrote this’? Huh? Spatium?! Hazel?”

“Ho! A companion?”

“Spatium—do you mean the god of space?”

“Eek?!”

“…”

Only Mae Young-ryeong remained calm; even Merus started to react, then covered his mouth in shock because the Jaryong was asleep on his lap.

“I told you it’s a good book. When Merus finishes reading it, have him show it to Hazel too.”

“…Thank you.”

Lee Hyo-ju said that and dived back into the book.

Lee Hyo-ju’s status window also shows many changes.

The 5 agents who have been with me since the first year woke up earlier than anyone else in the legion, except for me, and went to sleep the latest.

They spend the most time training and did their best to complete the tasks I assigned them.

Thanks to their efforts, Lee Hyo-ju, whose characteristic is Spirits, showed high results in strength, agility, and stamina. Lee Hyo-ju certainly deserves a reward.

“Take this too, and then you can read your book.”

The group looked puzzled. Lee Hyo-ju also couldn’t hide her ‘why?’ expression, as she already had a magic pouch that she used for throwing weapons.

“Contents.”

“Woah!”

“…Huh.”

Those who were reading the status sheets together each let out exclamations of admiration.

I scrutinized faces in case, but there was no sign of envy or malice.

Only admiration—Naruan was puffing out her chest and lifting her shoulders proudly.

“The book is something every squad leader should read; that’s the real weapon. ‘Transporatio’—I think about lending or passing it to those who need it. Also, you’ll need to practice; I tried it as a test and it’s difficult.”

“…Thank you.”

“But, Lee Hyo-ju.”

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you say to speak casually?”

“…Ah!”

Lee Hyo-ju’s face flushed and she fell silent for a while, simply stroking the beautiful fan where red and blue oddly harmonized.

I left her be and took out the next piece of equipment.

“Arun.”

“Ah, yes!”

Honestly, I’d already given too much to Arun. That foolish guy had two registration cards and I even had Shio teach him a skill separately.

So this time I decided to give him something reasonable, not because Arun was a handsome favorite with women.

Impressive stats. And a stable set of skills, though not outwardly apparent.

At his current level, Arun’s stats were enough to easily handle most mages among the representatives, perhaps even excluding Violentia.

Furthermore, his magic manipulation skills, honed through training under Talis, a master of combat magic, were truly admirable.

“There aren’t materials to make something better than the staff you’re using. I can’t put a tiara or circlet on a guy’s head either; we’ll reconsider after the next achievement expedition.”

“What do you mean? This is amazing. Isn’t this the thing you got from the Myryans’ king?”

“Right.”

“Mr. Kim Han single-handedly defeated it…”

“If you cry I’ll kill you. Don’t say useless things and just take it. I’ll have Ister tear it out if needed.”

“…Thank you. I’ll work harder!”

Arun jumped up and bowed deeply. He’s often, no, frequently foolish, but sometimes he gets serious like that.

Arun carefully took the mana core and tucked it into his chest.

“Eat it now.”

“What? H-here?”

“Yes. Hurry!”

“Yes!”

“Ah, before that, take this with it.”

I tossed him two divine power recovery potions and urged him to drink them at once.

While Arun absorbed the core and mana surged, I took out a pendant and a holy core and handed them to Mae Young-ryeong.