"Look, Roland. Up ahead is our home now.
We used to live by the street near the market. Thanks to Lord Hollis putting us in touch with people, and everyone at the merchants' association helping out, we moved into this mansion. They're all such kindhearted people."
Old Horry, the father of the body's original owner, held Roland's hand and enthusiastically led him home, pointing out the large house ahead as they walked.
"It was only right. Only right."
The others smiled obligingly beside them, chiming in now and then.
Ever since Roland had achieved fame and success, Old Horry's family had enjoyed one stroke of good fortune after another. Everyone they met was a kindhearted soul eager to help.
For just a few gold coins, they had bought extensive farmland around the town, along with a house with street-facing shops in the town center.
After Roland took charge of the East Lainer Mage Tower, his elderly father had casually complained that the street-facing house was a little noisy. Helpful people immediately made arrangements for him to move out of Halls's home and into another, quieter noble mansion.
It was the ancestral residence of a viscount in the Larus Territory.
His family had declined, and his descendants had moved elsewhere, so he had simply taken the opportunity to do them a favor.
Besides that, Roland's elder brother Halls had opened a tavern in town-a business that required connections on both sides of the law to run successfully. He had even acquired an honorary directorship at the local Adventurers' Guild and was now firmly established as a successful member of the local gentry.
The beauty of it all was that someone was always doing good deeds anonymously, asking for nothing in return and quietly taking care of everything. Their kindness seeped in