Some time passed.
The scene was a peaceful village near the royal capital of a certain country.
In a corner of the village stood a mansion, conspicuously different from the surrounding simple houses.
However, it wasn’t a mansion adorned with flashy decorations; rather, it was a solidly built residence that prioritized size and comfort.
Living in this mansion was an incredibly large family.
One father, and many wives.
And even more children.
The children, full of energy today, ran through the house and garden, often getting scolded by their mothers.
One of these children—a boy, around his early teens—was now sneaking into his father’s study.
He peeked around the hallway from inside the study, confirmed no one was watching, and quietly closed the door.
Creaking the wooden floor, he tiptoed towards the bookshelf and reached for a book.
The title of the book was—”Oafish Axe Wielder’s Harem Ero Heroic Tale”.
Taking the thick, leather-bound book, the boy sat on the floor and opened it.
With sparkling eyes, he began to flip through the pages.
But he got too absorbed and lost in the story.
He read page after page, forgetting everything else—
“Oh…? What are you doing sitting there?”
*Jerked!*
Called out to, the boy hastily hid the book behind his back and looked towards the study entrance.
There stood his father, who had opened the study door and entered the room.
Large and powerfully built.
Though already of an age that could be called elderly, he was still a vigorous figure with no sign of decline.
“Ah, um… it’s not what you think, Dad… I, uh… wasn’t doing anything…”
Facing the boy’s flustered attempt to deflect, the father placed a hand on his chin, feigning thought.
He seemed to be pondering the situation.
Just then, another voice could be heard from the hallway.
“Hmm…? Why are you stopping there, is something wrong?”
“Oh, Elen. Perfect timing. You see—”
The father whispered something to one of his wives who had appeared.
The beautiful wife with a black ponytail listened attentively to her husband’s words.
After hearing him out, she thought for a moment and then said cheerfully,
“Why not just let him read it? It’s proof he’s growing up well. Just leave him be?”
“No, I know, but… Ain’s embellishments are pretty wild, aren’t they? It could have a bad influence…”
“You worry too much. He’ll grow up fine without you worrying so much. Or perhaps I should ‘educate’ him on the bed?”
“Please don’t… If I were to receive such ‘education’ from you, who knows what kind of bad influence that would have.”
“What are you saying? Don’t you trust me? Hmph!”
The wife placed her hands on her hips and pouted adorably.
The father grinned wryly at her reaction.
Just then.
The sound of hooves, *paka, paka*, could be heard from outside the house, and with a whinny, they stopped in front of the house.
“Axe Wielder-dono! Is the Axe Wielder-dono here?”
A voice called from outside the house.
It seemed to be a messenger from the royal capital.
“Oh, it looks like I’m being summoned. I’ll be going. I’ll leave this to you.”
“Understood ♪ Have a safe trip. Be careful.”
The father gave his wife a light kiss and headed towards the entrance of the house.
As he strode towards the entrance, he saw a beautiful cat-person woman and a beautiful woman with long silver hair talking to the messenger.
“Ah, my husband is here, nya. —This is a messenger from the royal capital, nya.”
“My dear, I’ve heard there are rumors of demons appearing in the country.”
The two beautiful women—who were also his wives—spoke to him.
Hearing this, the man put on a thoughtful expression.
“Demons, huh… That is indeed a bit troublesome. I suppose I have no choice but to go. Miina, Seraphina, please take care of things here with everyone else.”
“Understood, nya. Leave the castle to Miina and the others, and go save the country, nya.”
“Good luck, my dear. And for a souvenir, please bring some sweets from that new confectionery shop that recently opened in the Royal Capital.”
“Understood. —Lombardia.”
As the man called out, a girl with tan skin who had been observing nearby approached.
“Indeed, my lord. I too have been bored with little to do lately.”
“That’s because you barely do any housework even when you’re wearing a maid outfit!”
“I-It’s not my fault! Don’t expect someone with my power to do chores!”
The girl in the maid outfit, with tan skin, complained but her body began to glow.
In an instant, her form transformed into a magnificent battle axe.
Taking the axe, the man exchanged a light kiss with the two wives at the entrance.
And then—
“Well— I’m off.”
Shouldering the Holy Axe Lombardia, he headed towards the battlefield once more.
—The man’s name was Douglas.
He was an unparalleled hero, an axe wielder in this world.
