Joint Management

October began, and Allen finally turned twelve. This month marked four years since he had come to the mansion.

Over the past five months or so, the knights had taken over management of the Armored Ant nest Allen had cleared. The mithril mine at the northernmost end of the White Dragon Mountains had only just begun operating around September. They still hadn't gotten around to the nest Allen had claimed.

With Allen having defeated the Queen Armored Ant, they planned to begin mining mithril there next year.

For the time being, they had only sent professional miners to confirm that it was a new mithril mine. Their survey had revealed that it contained a considerable amount of mithril ore.

Since then, Allen had cleared two more Armored Ant nests. Unfortunately, he hadn't found any mithril ore. Even so, he wasn't as disappointed as he might have expected.

Lately, he'd been thinking about something.

He'd gained the Shared Skill, and now had more time for hunting. When the captain of the knights had helped him at the Orc village, Allen had learned just how much freedom he'd been given. Next year, the mining rights would become a source of passive income, and he could live comfortably without wanting for anything.

Thinking about that, he'd recently realized that something was missing.

There had been something missing in Clena Village: social status. He'd hunted Alba Herons desperately so his family could become commoners, and he'd led the Boar hunts. He couldn't leave the village, but his life had been very fulfilling.

What about now? Maybe his current situation was like desperately hunting Slimes around a castle. He'd keep hunting them until his level was maxed out. He had plenty of money and didn't need to worry about enemies. He was simply going through the same routine every day...