If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

It's pretty simple.

"Well done, Phyllen." Truman patted Phyllen's head as she descended from the sky to his side seeking praise, and he didn't hold back in expressing his high regard for her.

"Thank you, Lord Truman. Did you see that move just now?"

"Of course I saw it! Philon's control over magic is indeed very strong, but to learn this move so quickly, you must have put in a lot of effort."

"No, I was referring to the fact that I was standing on the right."

"……what?"

"If Lord Truman is a spectator, then I'm standing on the right side facing off, so I won't lose!"

Philon said this without any expression.

Truman couldn't tell if she was serious or just being silly. Could she really take his words as gospel? Should he change his parenting style?

He felt that he had inadvertently led Philon's style astray.

What if Philon becomes an idealist magician someday? ...Ah, magic is idealism, then it's alright.

"Materials! Materials! Quick, check what dropped!"

Frillie ran happily toward the spot where the Minotaur had died. There, something dark seemed to have fallen, but Truman didn't look at it or pay much attention to it.

But when Frilian picked it up, Truman felt something was off.

"Strange? What is this long, neither soft nor hard, and with a slightly foul smell? Do minotaurs drop such items?"

"Wait a minute, Frilian, this thing...!"

"What's wrong, Truman? You seem quite concerned about it?"

"Yes, yes..."

How should Truman respond, especially seeing Frillie constantly playing with it? He couldn't bear to watch. Without a word, he snatched it from Frillie's hand and then threw it violently… No, he couldn't bear to. Instead, he put it away, just in case.

Frillie asked疑惑地, "What is that? Truman, why did you put it away?"

She's as innocent as a child!

Not all older people are experienced drivers. While Frilian may have lived from ancient times, she's been far too well protected. She probably've never even seen something this filthy before… it's not some kind of magical material.

"Actually, it's something quite ordinary, nothing worth mentioning."

"That's very suspicious."

"Hmm, that's very suspicious, Lady Frillien."

The two of them didn't believe it at all.

Especially Frillian, who seemed very interested in the item and actually ran over to try and snatch it to examine it closely, but Truman flicked her forehead hard.

"It hurts... Truman, even if you want it, this is going too far. At least tell me what it is!"

"I...I..."

Seeing that she wouldn't give up, Truman had no choice but to lean close to Frillie's ear and whisper something.

"Makka Pakka, not Dixi."

"Hmm, hmm... I see."

Frillie suddenly realized.

Philen quickly asked, "Lady Frilian, what is that?"

"No, Philon. Children shouldn't know these things; it's too early for you."

"Ugh!!"

The rejected mushroom puffed out its cheeks in dissatisfaction.

Frillie didn't seem to find it offensive; perhaps she just saw it as a magical material. But looking at her hands, she said, "Truman, please use water magic. I want to wash my hands."

"……no problem."

She still minds it.

Having cleared the dungeon, they should have left, but for some reason, Frillian insisted on exploring this level thoroughly, saying there might be some lost treasures, and dragged Truman and Philon into the exploration.

To my utter surprise, she actually found it.

It's a treasure chest.

"Oh!!" Frillie exclaimed happily, "See? I told you there would be a treasure chest! How could a dungeon like this not have treasures?"

"Wait a minute, Frilian."

"What's wrong?"

"It's a monster."

Just as Frillie was about to rush over and open the treasure chest, Truman grabbed her shoulder and said, "According to my [Enemy Sense] skill, it's a mimic... It's a pity, and I know you're obsessed with treasure chests, but it's a monster, so—"

"Help! Help me! It's so dark! It's so scary!"

"I'm saying! Are you even listening to me?!"

While Truman was still giving Frillie and Philon a science lesson, Frillie ran over early and tried to open the treasure chest. She was bitten by the mimic, and her buttocks and legs that were left outside kept swinging, while the mimic also trembled violently.

Everyone says this is a monster, how dare she!?

"Lord Frilian!?"

"What are you thinking, Frillie?!"

"That's not important! Lord Truman, please save Lady Frillien!"

Philon quickly stepped forward.

He placed both hands on Frilian's buttocks and then pushed in forcefully.

Yes, it's not about pulling it outwards.

Mimics are monsters with extremely strong bites and are very difficult to deal with; once bitten, it's hard to break free. However, if you push hard enough, the mimic will feel nauseous and vomit you out.

"Truman... sir...! Please come... to help!"

Philon is a little weak.

She pushed hard, and the mimic chest monster didn't find it disgusting at all; instead, it helped the monster digest it.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming right away."

Truman sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Arriving beside the struggling Freyren, whose upper body was being devoured by the mimic, her lower body was swaying back and forth, and her pert little buttocks were visible beneath the stretched-out white fabric.

Truman hesitated for a moment, then raised his hands—

Snapped!

Then it fell hard again.

"It hurts so much!!"

Frillie got a slap on the bottom.

Philon stared blankly, then instinctively asked, "Lord Truman, what's going on...?"

"Punishment." Truman slapped her twice more hard. "It's Frillie's fault for not listening to people; this naughty and willful child must be punished!"

"But using this method..."

"Um?"

"fine."

Phyllen instinctively wiggled her hips and took a step back. She was also afraid that Truman would angrily slap her bottom... although she was also secretly looking forward to it.

He pushed hard on Frillie's buttocks, rescuing her from the mimic's mouth—or rather, being spat out by the mimic.

To prevent her from going back inside, Truman ordered the little golem to destroy the mimic chest on the spot.

Frillie breathed a sigh of relief, having narrowly escaped death.

"He's alive..."

"You really brought this on yourself."

"Truman, how dare you spank me! Even my teacher never did that! I'll remember this! I'll spank you again when I get the chance."

"I'm always ready. Who knows, we might even become inseparable friends."

Truman remained unmoved.