Wealthy Man

Maltea City

After signing the contract and paying full. Sam told Leto that he have to follow the huge breast woman and study hard.

The woman insist that her name is Armie but Sam didn't bother with her.

"Here." A small pouch drop out of Sam's empty palm to Leto's small and rough hand.

Leto looks up.

"It will be your expenses for the next 10 years."
He said. Thinking for a bit. "I invested quite a lot to you." He said without mincing his words.

The administer officer wryly smile.
She knows he is not really the beast kid's father but he is quite prank.

Leto who understand how this man helped him without knowing anything about him nods.
He looks down as he hides the tears in his face.
He doesn't want this man to see him crying.

"From now on, you won't ever see me cry again." Leto said determined.

"A thousand kilometer away from here is the west wasteland. If you'll become someone worthy, come and find me there after 10 years."

Leto wipes his tears and look up.
He is smiling as he look at him with alot of indescribable emotion.

Sam thinks he got really emotional.
Why did he just told him to find him?

'Well, 10 years is a long time. Maybe he will forget it.'
He turn around walking away.
Leto didn't stop him.

Armie pats Leto's shoulder.
"Why don't you say goodbye?"

Leto shakes his head.
"There is no need for goodbye."
-10 years. Its just a short time.

Sam used teleportation.
His stamina instantly went half as he arrives in his room.
He was greeted by the emotionless Sansan.
He drops to the bed and angrily hugs it.

"Your mood is foul." Sansan said.

"Shut up."

"Understand."

"Tsk. Why did I help that brat? I look like a shotacon. I hate myself."

"Shotacon is a term that is not familiar in this world but sounds gross anyways."

Sam sit up in the bed while burying half his face to the pillow.

"Why do you think it is gross?"

"No reason. Gutt feeling."

"Tsk."

Sam stood up.

"I don't like kids. What am I? A nursery teacher? I like guys with huge and thick arms and mouth watering abs! Yes. That's my preference." He said as he cross his arms pouting.

Sansan only nods.

"I will create dolls."

".....good."

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Sam has a crafting skills. What he called doll is the exact same type of golems but with just a smoother doll like appearance.

"Urgh. This is my 10th time." Sam destroys the 10th doll he made.

Sansan who is standing nearby tilts her head.

"Pardon me Master. Can I ask you something?"

Sam nods.
He is getting bored because he failed everytime.

"If you only need dolls. I think the dolls you made are enough. Why are you destroying them?"

Sam blinks.
Then his eyes wide open.