Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]-Chapter 235: Tis’a’s Request

His younger siblings nodded, their agreement evident.

"Understood. Aside from that, do you have any specific wishes? Like wanting to spend more time in the city, or returning to your home forest?"

Their home forest...

Damien realized he’d never asked about it. He hadn’t wanted to touch on a potentially sensitive subject. Many of the Dragonewts had suffered mistreatment, and some still had missing family members.

It wasn’t as if they wouldn’t want to return home, but the thought of bringing it up recklessly had always held Damien back.

It was about time Damien faced the situation properly.

As he resolved to talk to Ithnan about it sometime soon, Ithnan, who had been in thought, finally spoke up.

"If I had to say, I am concerned about the scattered members of our tribe. However, I know much is already being done to address that, and for that, I am only filled with gratitude. We will repay this debt someday, without fail."

With those words, Ithnan bowed his head deeply to Theo.

"There’s no need for that," Theo replied calmly. "As Damien’s important family, we’re simply doing what we can. Please don’t let it weigh on you too much."

Ithnan bowed his head again in response to Theo’s gracious comment.

"As for our home, the forest is already devoid of our tribe and has fallen under the control of the Solnobory tribe. We have no interest in it. To us, Master Damien’s side is our home. We would rather remain near him than venture outside. We have no particular complaints or dissatisfaction."

So, they had no desire to reclaim their home forest?

Damien saw no signs of resentment or discontent in their demeanor, but he made a mental note to revisit the topic gradually in the future.

"Ah, if there’s ever anything you need, don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?" Damien urged.

"I’ll always be here to help as well, so don’t hold back," Theo added, echoing Damien’s sentiment.

Their support clearly touched Ithnan, who smiled warmly and bowed his head once more.

"We are deeply grateful."

Damien nodded, hoping they truly wouldn’t hold back if anything arose.

With that, it seemed he had heard everyone’s thoughts for now. Or so he thought—until a small hand shot up high into the air.

"Uh, um... Tis’a, go ahead," Theo said uncertainly, directing her attention to the eager Dragonewt.

Ithnan and Thalatha exchanged anxious glances, while the others looked at Tis’a curiously.

"Yes!" Tis’a exclaimed enthusiastically, standing up with energy radiating from his small frame.

He seemed unusually determined about whatever he was about to say.

"I want everyone to have lots of eggs with Master Damien!"

...Uh.

Damien felt himself freeze for a moment, unsure how to even begin reacting.

Ithnan and the others gasped audibly at Tis’a’s outburst and quickly began whispering frantically to him, trying to calm him down.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group looked on, bewildered, so Damien decided to translate Tis’a’s statement for them.

"Uh... well... I think that’s something that depends on Damien’s own efforts," Theo said with a strained smile, attempting to diffuse the situation.

The others reacted in a mix of ways—some chuckled awkwardly, some burst out laughing, and others turned bright red. The whole room descended into chaos.

Right. Damien sighed inwardly.

Explaining things to Tis’a was going to be... an effort.

It took a while for the room to settle down after Tis’a’s shocking outburst.

Even though Ithnan and Thalatha, the two older Dragonewts, tried to calm him, Tis’a stubbornly refused to sit down. Strangely enough, it was only after hearing something from Zima that he finally took his seat.

Now seated, Tis’a glanced toward Damien repeatedly, his expression slightly bashful. Whatever Zima had said to him must have been effective, although Damien couldn’t help but feel an ominous sense of foreboding.

"What about the rest of you? Does anyone else have a proposal?" Theo asked, his gaze sweeping across the room.

There was no response. No one raised their hand.

The proposals so far were as follows. "Remain as a baron," "Become an adventurer," "Return to the Elven village," "Switch careers to a servant," "Join the Steinholt Trading Company," and "Be supported by everyone."

And finally, Damien’s own idea: "Work hard and earn a living."

Well, that would apply to any of the options, wouldn’t it?

Regardless of the path he chosen, Damien felt a twinge of helplessness at relying on everyone’s goodwill. With no connections or resources in this world, there wasn’t much he could do on his own.

If he learned more about this world, perhaps additional paths would open up. But for now, doing so would mean leaning on others for support, at least for a while.

To Damien, relying on others could also be seen as part of adapting to this world, but he couldn’t shake the desire to put in more visible, tangible effort sooner. Was that selfish of him? He wasn’t sure.

"It seems there are no further suggestions," Theo said. He glanced around the room one last time, as if giving everyone a final opportunity.

When all he received were blank stares in return, Theo nodded and spoke again.

"In that case, I’d like to put forward one last proposal of my own."

Huh? A proposal from Theo?

Hadn’t Theo supported the idea of him remaining a baron?

Theo turned to look directly at Damien, sitting beside her with a bewildered expression.

"Damien, how about attending the academy?"

"An academy?" Damien asked.

"Yes," Theo replied. "The academy I attend—the one for nobles."

Damien vaguely recalled Theo mentioning once that he was technically enrolled in an academy but rarely attended. It was said to be a place where noble children were required to study.

Would such a place be suitable for him? Damien wasn’t sure, but the idea intrigued him.

"Yes, it is the academy I attend, but it isn’t exclusively for nobles," Theo explained. "While most students are from the wealthy elite, including the first-class citizens, the commoners could also attending the academy."