Chapter 59: Difference in Status
Don’t panic. I just want to be in a superior position.
I told myself that, trying to keep my mind calm.
Seriously, having an equal relationship is a bad idea.
It’s better for the woman to be a housewife.
Even if both partners work, the marital relationship will go smoother if the husband earns about twice as much.
Human relationships aren’t something that can be solved with pretty words.
In my past life… I got married several times. But they all ended in breakups. Messy divorce mediations.
When I thought about why, the issue of status always came up.
In Japan, there are human rights, and people are educated, aware of their rights, and exercise them. Both men and women.
Japanese men and women both have high status.
That’s why it’s troublesome when they fight. It’s better to lower the status of one of them to prevent conflicts from arising in the first place.
…I’m talking about male chauvinism because I’m a man, but if I were a woman, it would be the opposite. No, even gender doesn’t matter. I’m simply saying that I want to be in a superior position within the family.
Okay? If we’re talking about Japan’s divorce rate, about one in three couples get divorced. Anyone can fall in love and get married, but it’s difficult to stay together as a couple until death…
That’s how it was for me. I’ve had many fights and breakups.
Even with these girls in this world, we might be getting along now, but who knows what the future holds.
That’s why I need to have enough “余裕” to live alone even if I get dumped.
I don’t want to be in a relationship where I’m antagonized by everyone around me if I get dumped…!
Introductions from parents, introductions from friends, I’m sick of all that!
You can call me the worst person, but I can’t be with someone unless they have a lower status than me, someone where it would be “the other party’s fault” if we got divorced…
Sad past…! I muttered, giving Mirei and Rosalinde some water.
“Are you okay?”
“I’ve calmed down, nyaa.”
“I’m okay, yo.”
“I’m really sorry for scaring you. But I can’t live with someone who has different values…”
“Dru, you’re like that, aren’t you? You explain things properly… but you’re not willing to compromise, no?”
Ah, yeah, that’s right.
In the end, I’m going to push my own will, and if you don’t like it, you can disappear.
I don’t chase after those who leave.
Especially in romantic relationships, chasing after someone who leaves never ends well.
I learned that the hard way in my past life.
“I’m sorry, but I want you guys to adapt to me. In return, I promise I’ll never let you want for food, clothes, or a place to live.”
I spoke with old-fashioned values.
Women’s social advancement? You don’t have to do that. I’ll support you and do the housework.
If you become my woman, it’s fine if you just stay home, have children, and play with them.
“Dru, you’re so manly, ne?”
…Well, yeah, I guess so. That’s the right way for a couple to be in this world, so there’s no problem.
“That’s right… Do you want something to eat? I recommend the fruit from the orchard.”
For now, I picked up Rosalinde, who was so shocked she couldn’t stand… Whoa, she’s light?! She doesn’t even weigh 40kg?! Is she really okay?!
Eh…? She’s only about 150cm tall, right?
Her average weight should be around 50kg… Eh?! Not even 40kg?! No way, that’s bad!
“Rosalinde, you’re too light. I’ll pick some fruit for you, so eat. You’re really going to die.”
“But even if I die, Dru can do something about it, desho?”
“It’s not about that. I’m saying I don’t want you to die.”
“…Fufu, I love you ♡”
“…Should I gain weight too, nya?”
“Mirei, you’re fine as you are. You’re healthy enough.”
While talking like that, I took them to the orchard…
The orchard.
It had become a nonsensical area due to magical cultivation efficiency and selective breeding.
Specifically, summer fruits and tropical fruits were next to frigid zone fruits, autumn fruits, and spring fruits… everything was disordered except for the appearance.
However, neither Rosalinde nor Mirei were familiar enough with fruit vegetation to think it was “strange.”
“What are these spiky things?”
“That’s Pineapple. It’s a tropical fruit, sweet and delicious.”
“…Where do you eat?”
“Here.”
I took out a hatchet, roughly cut off a Pineapple, roughly cut off the skin, and offered it.
“Wow, it’s yellow… Hamu… Mmm, oishii.”
“This pink fruit is so cute, nyaa!”
“That’s Peach. It’s popular in the east.”
I peeled it and fed it to her.
“So sweet?! It’s so sweet, nya?! What is this?!”
The food and drink in this world haven’t been selectively bred much, so it’s not very tasty.
When ordinary people eat the fruit that I’ve selectively bred to the extreme using magic, they’ll probably find it incredibly sweet.
Fruit is really popular.
Even if I make Japanese food, no one eats it.
Even if I think, “Japanese food Cheat!” people in this era of this world don’t really try unfamiliar foods.
But sweet fruits are well-received.
Even if they’re slightly unfamiliar, fruits with a sweet scent and visible juiciness seem to be accepted relatively casually.
“Oishii.”
“This is sweet, nyaa~!”
Yeah, yeah, memorize the taste~.
And then, come to rely on me.
If you do, I’ll take care of you until you die.
“Come on, pick some berries. Then I’ll bake them into a tart for you…”