Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 157: Dragonewts And Yashcherolyud Tribe

To start with, it was a deep bow of apology.

After finishing a conversation with Zima, Damien heard from Lysander, who had gone to check the bedroom, that the lizardmen had woken up.

When he entered the room...

All five of them immediately dropped to their knees in a synchronized bow.

Seeing them dutifully descend from their beds to bow like that, Damien’s first thought was, So, even in this world, deep bows exist.

When he managed to get them to raise their heads, they bombarded him with words of gratitude.

Damien, well-acquainted with the joy of being rescued from despair, listened with a gentle smile, trying to appear as composed as possible. Then, the youngest among them, overcome with emotion, began crying and clung to him.

As Leonide and the others reached for their weapons and the lizardmen tried to pull the child away, Damien stopped them with a hand gesture. He gently patted the crying child’s head.

...This scene felt oddly familiar to him.

"Well," he thought, "I’ll just treat this as if I’m comforting my younger self."

Just as he was thinking that, a second one clung to him.

"Haha, no problem! I’ve got two arms!"

Then a third came.

"Alright, alright, I’m running out of arms here. Let’s take turns."

Meanwhile, the two older lizardmen—Scale and Claw, who seemed to be about the same age—kept bowing their heads repeatedly.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. I understand how you feel," Damien reassured them.

He continued patting the three younger ones until they eventually stopped crying.

...

Once the three of them had calmed down, Damien led everyone to the lounge.

The six of them, including Zima, sat side by side, facing Scale and the others across from them.

Because the lizardmen’s thick tails made the chair backs awkward, Damien had arranged for them to sit sideways on the chairs. He felt a little bad—it didn’t look very comfortable.

Scale sat in the center, with Claw beside him. On their left and right, the younger ones—Fang, Tail, and Thorn—sat with embarrassed, downcast expressions.

"We showed you an unsightly display earlier," Scale said, bowing his head.

Fang and the others shrank back, looking apologetic.

"Don’t worry about it. I understand how you feel," Damien said.

When it was him, things had been far messier. He’d cried so hard that he ruined Theo’s clothes with tears and snot.

"Your gracious words bring us great honor," Scale said with deep gratitude.

Fang and the others looked visibly relieved.

"Once again, we of the Yashcherolyud tribe pledge our lives to serve you, our lord."

With that, Scale stood up and bowed his head deeply. The others also followed suit.

It felt like the most important matter had been settled already. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

...No, there was still a lot to discuss.

"Uh, for now, please raise your heads and take a seat," Damien said.

They obediently sat back down without hesitation.

"Oh... well, it’s good to be obedient," he thought, though their unwavering compliance was a bit intimidating.

It reminded Damien of his younger self—he’d done everything Theo asked back then. ...Actually, if it were now, he’d probably do even more.

"Well, let’s figure that out later," he thought.

"For now, I’d like to know all your names..."

"Dva Yashcherolyud."

"Tri Yashcherolyud."

"Chetyre Yashcherolyud."

"Shest Yashcherolyud."

"Devyat Yashcherolyud."

"Uh... wow," Damien said, a little overwhelmed.

However doesn’t that is the words for number 2,3,4,6, and 9?

"So, about those numbers...?" he asked. Were they actual names?

"They are identification numbers," Scale replied.

Ah... it’s seems it’s a culture differences, they used identification number as name, Damien thought.

"Do you have any names besides the numbers?" he asked.

"We do not," came the response.

"...What should I do?" Damien wondered. Numbers might work, but calling them based on numbers felt off.

"Is something troubling you, my lord?" Leonide asked, noticing Damien’s expression.

"Oh, right," Damien thought, realizing Leonide and the others didn’t understand their language.

"It’s their names," Damien explained.

"I see... In that case, how about giving them names, as you did for Zima?" Leonide suggested.

Zima nodded his head enthusiastically, seemingly pleased with the idea—perhaps happy to gain new companions.

"Alright, let’s ask them first," Damien decided.

"First of all," Damien said to the group, "aside from me and one other person, whom I’ll introduce later, no one here understands your language. Please keep that in mind."

"Understood," Scale said.

"Now, in this country, we don’t use identification numbers as name, so we’re a little unsure how to address you. If you don’t mind, I’d like to give you nicknames. Would that be okay?"

"If you’re against it, feel free to say so, and I’ll stick to your original names," Damien added.

"Oh, you would give us names?" Scale said, his tone almost joyous.

The others exchanged happy glances, clearly pleased.

"Does being given a name hold special meaning for you?" Damien asked cautiously. He didn’t want to trivialize something important.

"Yes. It is a custom among us Dragonewts. Receiving a name from our lord is proof that we’ve become fully-fledged warriors."

"...Is that so?" Damien thought, feeling the weight of responsibility.

Was it really okay for him to give them names?

Also, what exactly were Dragonewts? He’d have to ask Sebas about that later.

"Um, sorry, I didn’t realize how significant this was to you. For now, please think of these names as temporary ones, not as warriors, but as individuals that was taking their first steps into society," Damien explained.

"We understand," Scale and the others replied, nodding their heads obediently, though their once-upright tails drooped sadly.

Damien winced internally. Ah... I’ve upset them...

"Well, let’s come up with names for now," Damien said, trying to move forward. Since they already had something resembling identifiers, he decided to build on that. It would make the temporary nature clearer and leave room for proper names later.

"Alright, then... you’ll be Ithnan," he said to Scale.

"Hah! Thank you, my lord. It is a great honor," Scale responded, straightening his posture.

Scale name was Dva, which meant number two in this world language, so Damien used

Ithnan, the Arabic word for two.

"You will be Thalatha, and you Arba’a, you Sitta, and you Tis’a," Damien continued, assigning names to the others.