The monsters in the missions were basically all bad monsters.
After all, ordinary people generally wouldn't ask them for help if they were good monsters.
Taking this into account, the old man let his junior brother act as he pleased.
If there were any exceptions, he would step in and stop his junior brother from pressing the matter.
Although he didn't have many good memories of monsters,
he still took a neutral stance toward them.
When he'd first seen a monster as a child, he'd actually been more excited than afraid.
A monster!
A creature from legend had appeared right before his eyes. How could an ordinary little boy not have been thrilled?
Even though he was afraid—after all, all he could see was a dark, blurry shadow, and the sense of menace radiating from it weighed on him—
he still couldn't bring himself to leave.
He'd strained his eyes wide, rubbing them until they were red, trying his hardest to make out the shadow before him.
But he still couldn't see any more than that.
He'd been disappointed.
Later, after meeting his master, he'd asked if there was any way to let him see more.
His master had patted his head when he was still little and smiled as he shook his head.
He'd been very disappointed.
But even a master as powerful as his had said there was nothing to be done, so he'd given up on that wish for good.
A shadow was a shadow.
He'd grown used to it after looking at one long enough.
It was still better than not seeing anything at all.
Being able to see monsters had added a touch of the fantastical and mysterious to his otherwise ordinary life.
It was pretty interesting, wasn't it?
The old man's expression relaxed.