"Excuse me... I don't want to deliver packages, so don't think I'm a courier."
Even though I repeatedly pressed the bell, the gate of this house would not open.
"Is there a human in there?"
But finally, after waiting for 30 minutes, this fence opened slowly as if it was automatic.
"Oh..."
Before this fence was fully opened, a man peeked from inside, looked at me suspiciously, and surprised me quite a bit.
"Who?"
Judging from the hat and collar of his uniform, he was probably the security guard at the house. Although I can estimate that, I'm still not 100% sure about it. Therefore, I will not consider him as the security guard of the house.
"Excuse me..."
I'm polite, I even took off this mask covering my mouth, so he should have greeted me well.
However, seeing him who kept staring at me suspiciously, I wanted to hit his head just once even if it was a small one.
"Oh... hello."
He nodded his head once, but did not want to be shown, continued to hide behind the fence.
"How? Am I cool?"
Cool? What?
I just nodded in response to that.
Honestly, to be honest, his face doesn't look young anymore, I can even see the wrinkles on his face. He is probably 49-59 years old. But oddly enough, he said that he would be cool like that? Oh, are you serious? Honestly, it was the worst for an old man. So if I say he's cool, that's a lie from me.
"Oh, I see. It seems that from the beginning I was very cool. Even for a young person like you, it's very envious of my coolness. Geez."
I should be the one saying "geez", not you, old man.
"Hey, young man."
"Yes?"
"You have cigarettes?"
"I have."
"May I have one?"
"Yeah, sure."
He walked over, and that's when I knew that my guess was right, he was the security guard at the house. He was wearing a security guard uniform so it was clear that he was a security guard.
When he approached me to take this pack of cigarettes in my hand, I could see him walking stoutly, showing that he had muscles hidden under his uniform.
"Thank you," He said, taking a cigarette from the pack and setting the cigarette on fire. "It's good to smoke before going to work."
I was surprised to hear his words.
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
I don't know why he was surprised too.
"What do you mean? You haven't left for work yet? What do you mean? Isn't that home where you work?"
"This house is where I live, so why am I working here?"
"…Then, why are you wearing that security uniform?"
"Oh, this… It's because I'm cosplaying as a security guard. Yeah, cool, right? Tony asked permission yesterday to return to his hometown, so I took his place."
Who is Tony?
When my face was confused as to what he meant, he turned to me as if he knew I was confused by his words.
"Oh. You don't know Tony, do you?"
"Yeah, I don't know him."
Who is Tony?
"Tony is the only security guard in this house. He is the best guard I have ever had. Therefore, to appreciate his services, I took his place and cosplayed as a security guard. Cool, right?"
"Ah... hahaha..."
I responded with a forced laugh, looking as though I didn't want to accept his words.
No wonder this fence took so long to open, it turns out that you...
"By the way, who are you? Why did you come to my house?"
He just asked that, even though I've been talking to him for quite a while. It shows that he is not very suitable to be a security guard. That's very clear from what he's doing here and from what I know.
"Me-"
"Let me guess."
He cut me off when I wanted to convey my purpose here.
"Judging by your feed, who was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans and carrying a backpack, and judging by what you did to your bandaged right arm, you must be a boxer, right?"
"Not, me..."
I couldn't get my words out because he suddenly got ready to fight, displaying a fighting style aimed at me.
"Come on! Even though I'm old, I can still punch well. I am John Cena."
Wasn't John Cena a wrestler? What's with this old man?
"If you don't want to attack, I'll be the one..."
CREEKK!
Before he could launch his punch at me, I heard the sound of bones coming from his back. And after that, he was in pain.
"Shit, I have gout. Tch, you're pretty good too."
"No, I haven't done anything since just now."
"Don't be so humble. When your opponent has acknowledged your ability, you have to accept that."
"..."
Those are pretty good words, but somehow I don't want to think of them. I don't want to think those words are good if he says it.
"Then now, let's start the 2nd round. Prepare yourselves, young man!"
CREEK!
His back rumbled again. It was obvious that his bones were crushed from moving too much. He's old, so he shouldn't move much.
"Oh, dammit… Hey, young man, you're so great, I even lost 2 times to you. But, even if I lose, can you help me to bring me into my house? My body won't move."
It's because of you, old man!
Since it would be troublesome if I didn't help him, I decided to help him into his house.
But, he wouldn't stop talking at all when I took him for a walk.
"Maybe I lost at this, but I wouldn't lose if I had a medical match with you, young man."
He previously said that he was the owner of this house, and I'm sure I didn't get the address wrong, so I'm sure that he is a doctor as well as the owner of a hospital.
I have stored all the information that Sinta gave me in my mind, so I know that the client is the son of a doctor who is quite famous. However, seeing it like this, I think the information provided is wrong.
Look, this old man who is said to be famous, he already looks like an old man whose life will always be in bed. Look at him, he doesn't show that he is a doctor at all.
BREEZE!
I suddenly heard something coming out of his ass.
"Ah, sorry… Because I was too excited earlier, I couldn't hold myself back, so I put too much pressure on myself. Sorry. Sorry."
He farted when I brought him into his house.
"It is okay. After all, it's only natural. Every human being wants to always look cool in the eyes of others, so they sometimes forget that there are limits."
Somehow I can say that in this bad time. The words just came out of my mouth.
"Oh, I see. That means it's the same as the molecules-"
"Can you not bring the medical world to me?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm stupid."
"Oh, well then, I understand. That means you're a boxer who doesn't know anything about medicine, right?"
"I don't know about medical, but I'm not a boxer either."
"You're quite humble, aren't you."
"…What is being humble!?"
It's quite a hassle to deal with this old man. I was almost overwhelmed with him, even though I just helped him walk to his house. It's more troublesome than having to fight over Lord monster. It was so troublesome, I couldn't predict what he was going to say next.
And luckily, before I got to the door of the house, some of the servants and maids came straight to us.
"Mr. Herman, are you all right?"
"Oh, I'm fine."
"Oi, what are you doing?" One of the maids with an annoyed face asked, turning to me.
"He didn't do anything, I was the one who lost to him. So don't blame him!" The old man said.
"Okay, Mr. Herman. Sorry for my impudence."
"All of you, quickly bring this boxer inside. He is my guest."
Boxer?
"Okay. Let's go in!"
A servant quickly grabbed my hand, led me inside, and made me wonder what my real purpose here was to do.
My purpose here is to teach the son of the owner of this house, the son of that old man. I'm not here as a boxer or to make old man gout. Besides, I'm not here to play games but to work. But somehow this has all become chaotic since the old man appeared in front of me.
This is getting messed up, I need to fix this soon.
***
I was led by the servant into a fairly spacious living room. It took me 1 minute to get to this living room from the entrance of this house, and it shows that this house is indeed a house for the rich.
"Please wait for Mr. Herman to be here, sir."
"Oh, thank you."
Even for me, having a servant like that is overkill. I assume that the old man either rents or employs them because this house will be deserted if no one occupies it. Therefore, to fill this large house with life, the old man employed many servants and maids.
And I am sure of one thing, from the information provided by Sinta, if there were no servants in this house, this house would feel lonely and unattractive, because this house is only filled with 4 people; the old man, his wife, daughter, and son.
The house is spacious, you can even see it from the outside. This house is luxurious, with a lot of things that look red. Even for the interior, this house is designed to spoil the eyes of anyone who sees this. Therefore, I assume that this is not a house, but a palace.
"Papa, did you hire anyone else for Andre? I told you not to invite other people in this house, they are just perverts. How many times do I have to tell you, Papa!?"
I heard a woman's voice from there, right on the stairs not far from this living room.
A moment later, a beautiful woman with straight black hair with books in her hand came down from there, down the stairs.
Every time she came down the stairs, I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I don't know why I felt that even though I just watched it go down from there.
"Papa, where are you?"
As she made her way down the last flight of stairs, she turned towards the living room, making eye contact with me who watched her from here.
Since I had the decency, I reflexively lowered my head once and said, "Good morning!" to her.
And spontaneously, she did the same as me.
But then, before she left, she looked back at me with a surprised face.
"Uh, aren't you..."
She was startled, pointed at me, then suddenly ran towards me.
"You… it must be you. You are…"
Before she could finish her refuted sentence, the old man came over to her with some files in his hand.
"Do you know him, Livia? He was the one who would teach Andre later. Yeah, I thought he was a boxer."
"He will teach Andre? This person is…"
"You know him? He is also a boxer, I even lost to him in the first and second rounds. He's great."
"..."
I was just silent, watching those who were not clear; one thought I was a boxer, and the other kept pointing at me and trying to remember something. I was halfway between the father and his daughter.