[Name] Allen/Shirou

[Age] 4

[Occupation] Summoner

[Level] 6

[Lifeforce] 66 (165) +400

[Magical power] 88 (220)

[Strength] 32 (80) +400

[Durability] 32 (80)

[Agility] 64 (160)

[Intelligence] 92 (230)

[Luck] 4 (10)

[Skill] Summon 4, Create 4, Synthesis 4, Enhance 4, Expansion 3, Delete, Storage, Swordsmanship 1, Archery 1, Carpentry 1, Blacksmithing 2, Magic Item Crafting 1

[EXP] 102/7000


- Create-able beasts

[Insect] EFGH

[Beast] EFGH

[Bird] EFG

[Grass] EF

[Rock] E

- Holder

[Insect] H 0, G 0, F 0, E 0

[Beast] H 0, G 0, F 0, E 40

[Bird] G 0, F 0, E 0

[Grass] F 0, E 0

[Rock] E 0


"Excuse me Miss, I'd like to sell some things." Shirou said as he stood before one of the service desks at the Merchant Guild in Grandvel, the central city of the Barony that they lived in.

"Little boy, I'm sorry but…" The woman who worked the desk started before noticing the massive crate he was carrying, which had been heavy enough to require him to boost his strength with blessing from Animal-type summons and reinforcement magic just to carry.

"I would like to sell 124 steel swords, 5 bows, 7 tanned horned rabbit hides and a few glass statues and magic lights I've made." Shirou said as he put down the extremely heavy crate and popped open the lid so that the person could see inside.

Shirou had been busy these last 15 months. He started small and simple and worked his way up, making money as he went. After making his first 10 gold coins, he purchased his own citizenship, so he wouldn't have to pay the 60% tax and by the end of the first year had made enough money to buy his and Krena's families' citizenship as well.

However, there wasn't a strong market for more expensive things in their nameless little village, so he spoke to a local merchant about allowing him to travel with them into the city to sell his goods.

"You made all this?" The woman asked, looking over the goods.

"Yes ma'am." Shirou said politely.

"Ah, forgive me! I should have realized you were part dark elf. My apologies." The woman said with an apologetic bow of the head.

"It's fine." Shirou said with a small nod.

He wasn't a half dark elf, but apparently, white hair, golden eyes and bronze skin were signs of dark elf blood in this world, and mutts between light and dark elves were said to have patchwork skin colors. So some people believed he might be a half dark elf and half human, and therefore was aging slowly, instead of just being young. Since dark elves age at around a third the rate as humans, Shirou would have been around fifteen, despite looking like a five year old, if he was a dark elf.

Of course, since most people in this country seemed to be racist against elves in general and dark elves especially, being mistaken for a half dark elf wasn't exactly a benefit. Shirou was just too lazy to correct people if they weren't hostile about it.

After a short talk about what kind of expenses there were as a result of working through the Merchant Guild, the woman looked over the things that Shirou brought in and gave him bids for them.

The steel swords were of the highest quality, and valued at 5 gold coins a piece. The bows went for 250 silver each. He was offered 1 silver for the hides, which he decided to keep instead of selling. The glass and magic lights got him an additional 145 gold coins.

After selling it all, buying a large quantity of raw iron, and paying the cost of business, Shirou was making almost 600 gold coins.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" The merchant woman asked.

"Yes. I'd also like to sell these medical herbs." Shirou said, bringing out a large bag containing 100 pieces of 'Grass of Life', what was the rank-E Grass-type summons, after its skill consumed the summons.

Grass of Life required 70 magic power and 5 E-rank magic stones to create, meaning that Shirou could make around 25 pieces a day, if he optimized his magic power and had enough magic stones.

Unfortunately, E-rank magic stones were considered worthless, which paradoxically made them something that money couldn't easily buy. Most people just threw them out whenever they got them.

Even when he offered the village children 20 copper coins for a stone, he didn't get nearly enough. Those herbs represented around 90% of the E-rank magic stones he had managed to gather in the last month, ever since he found out he had needed them.

After reaching E-rank summonings, everything started to require E-rank magic stones. Which likely meant he would need D-rank ones once he advanced again.

The woman looked over the herbs before biting her lip. "Sorry, but I am not sure what kind of herbs they are. Without any guarantee of effectiveness, we can't buy them."

"..." Shirou frowned before reaching into his pocket and drawing out a knife.

The woman screamed, drawing a lot of attention as Shirou stabbed the knife straight through his left hand, twisting it to make a large and horrible wound.

Then, while everyone watched him, he grabbed one of the pieces of the 'Grass of Life' and placed it against the open wound. The leaf dissolved into flakes of green light, and within seconds, there was no sign of any sort of injury at all, not even the smallest scar.

"Is that acceptable?" Shirou asked as he put the knife away.

"...I need to get my manager."


The Grass of Life, or 'Elvish Remedy' as the Merchant Guild insisted on calling it, fetched 20 gold coins a piece, netting Shirou an additional 1782 gold coins from what remained, after his demonstration and the 10% cost of business was subtracted out.

...It was so much more than he got from his other items that he put a lot of work into making. It was actually a little depressing.

After that, Shirou asked about stores that dealt with magic items and bought 2 magic rings that increased the wears magic power by 500 points a piece, costing him 650 gold each. Each ring was worth more than 20 mithril swords.

The magic rings were items that could appear in dungeons and could be used to increase the wear's stats. Their price was high because of the risks involved in obtaining them, but they weren't that rarest of items, a few of them popping up every year across the country. Though even if you had enough money to buy a hundred of them, they seemed to only function in such a way to allow one on each hand.

The highest quality ones were rumored to be able to increase one stat by 1000 each, but those were a little outside of Shirou's immediate price range. Not to mention that they were rare enough that the city's Merchant Guild didn't have any in stock and couldn't point him in the direction of where to find some.

With the rings in his pocket, Shirou placed a request for 10,000 E-rank magic stones to be gathered and delivered to his village for 15 gold coins, and after going through a few bookstores and general goods stores, Shirou was still going home with 400 gold coins in his pocket. Or rather, 20 in his pocket and the rest in the dimensional storage space that existed inside of the Summoner's Spellbook, which could carry a seemingly infinite amount of items, so long as they fit through a 1x1 foot hole.

A limitation that was a lot more limiting than it sounded, as it was a struggle to even fit a horned rabbit into the hole, and an even greater struggle to get the fat thing out again.

The rings of magic power were more than Shirou had dared to hope for, tripling his max magic power, even when he had nothing but Grass-type cards equipped.

At the rate he had been going, he wasn't expecting to grow to the 5th rank of summoning until he was 10 years old, but now, he would hopefully reach it while he was still 6. If he used 5000 units of magic power a day on training, it would take him another 600 days to reach the next rank of summoner level.

It took a whole five days to get back to the village and Shirou arrived after everyone had already gone to work. Even so Shirou's arrival didn't go unnoticed. As he was climbing down from the wagon and unloading his large crate of raw iron, an eight year old boy who had been retrieving water from the well looked up and smiled.

"Everyone, Master Allen has returned!' James shouted into the house.

Moments later, a girl-shaped ballistic missile came flying out of the doorway and slammed into Shirou, knocking him to the ground and sending his luggage flying in all directions.

"Captain! You're back!" Krena shouted happily as she attempted to squeeze the life out of him.

"It's… good to be back." Shirou said with a cough. Krena was still as ridiculously strong as ever.


[Name] Krena

[Age] 4

[Occupation] Sword Saint

[Level] 11

[Lifeforce] 192 (480)

[Magical power] 68 (170)

[Strength] 192 (480)

[Durability] 121 (300)

[Agility] 116 (280)

[Intelligence] 70 (175)

[Luck] 80 (215)

[Skill] Holy Sword 1, Slash 1, Swordsmanship 4

[Extra Skill] LIMIT BREAK

[EXP] 20/200


After inviting her along to hunt with him, Shirou's Spellbook started to be able to track Krena's stats as well, and after hunting a mere 7 albaheron with him, his little sister figure grew to level 11, while Shirou had reached level 6 after killing 160 of them.

…No justice.

Even at the age of four, with the stat decreases that came with it, she was already stronger than her own father, with a physical strength of 192 against what was probably 175.

If she was two years older, she'd already be stronger than Rodan, who was regarded as the strongest in the village with a strength of around 260, which was around human peak levels of strength from Shirou's old world.

She was a hell of a lot stronger than Shirou's 32 base strength.

"Welcome back, Master Allen." Judith said from the door, smiling as she held up a sleeping Mash, Shirou's one year old little brother. The seven year old girl laughed as she saw the position that Shirou once again found himself in.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that." Shirou said with a sigh as he pat Krena's head, as the bubblegum haired monster giggled and climbed off of him.

"Oh, but my brother and I have to call you that. After all, you are our employer."

James and Judith were a pair of ginger orphaned siblings. Their father had died seven years ago, before either of them could remember, during the village's first winter and the first Great Boar hunt. Their mother passed away just two years ago, leaving the pair alone in the world.

They had been surviving mostly off of the kindness of the other Serfs, but the amount of charity that a Serf could give was limited and the pair had it rough, until Shirou stepped forward and offered to hire them to watch after his little brother, Mash, and Krena's little sister, Lily, as Theresia and Matilda returned to the fields to work.

Shirou paid the pair an extremely generous 50 silver a month each and the siblings lived and ate with his family. Shirou had turned their lives around and the pair worshiped him for it.

"How did it go!? Were you able to sell everything!? Did you bring something back!?" Krena asked, grabbing and shaking Shirou's arm as she tried to monopolize his attention, like the four year old girl that she was.

"I was able to sell enough and I did bring back a present for you. But, I think you should at least help me clean up this mess before I give it to you." Shirou said, gesturing to the scattered iron ore and some of the other goods that he had bought.

"'kay!" Krena cheered before putting her unnatural strength to good use.

Within minutes, everything was picked back up and stored away in the family shed, which Shirou had built at one point in the past year.

"So, what did you get me?" Krena asked as soon as the last of the boxes was in storage.

"Just give me a second." Shirou smiled before reaching into a satchel he was carrying and brought out a large leather bound book.

"A book?" Krena said, confused as she received her gift.

"That's right. It's a textbook from the Latash Academy for Talented Youths. It details the kinds of training you have to do in order to train your talent's unique skills, as well as information about monster hunting and dungeons." Shirou explained.

While most people referred to leveling up as 'the trial of god', they weren't ignorant of the existence of things like levels, experience and stats. Science was done on exactly how it all worked and the academy taught that science to its students to help them effectively and safely increase their own levels and train their skills. So when Shirou spotted it in a bookstore, he instantly picked it up, along with a few on this world's magic runes and a few cook books.

But after a few moments passed of Krena just stared at the book blankly, Shirou started to feel awkward. "Do... you not like it?"

Miyu had always been happy whenever Shirou brought her more textbooks. Were they not things that girls normally liked? Miyu and Krena were very different kinds of people, but Shirou had been sure that Krena would still like a good textbook packed full of information.

"Captain… I don't know how to read." Krena said flatly.

"..." Shirou was stunned.

Of course she didn't know how to read! She was only a few weeks shy of being 5!

"Well, you could get your mom or dad to read it to you." Shirou reasoned.

"They don't know how to read either." Krena said with a shake of the head. Shirou could only blink in surprise.

"Master, Serfs don't know how to read. It isn't even that common a skill among Commoners." Judith said, seeing Shirou's confusion.

"... Do… Do they not?" Shirou had never seen his own parents reading and had picked up how to read on his own from signs in the village and city and a few small things here and there. Even as a half baked magus, he had still learned more than a dozen different languages, many of them he learned with Miyu. It made learning the language of this world a walk in the park.

"Captain really doesn't have any common sense." Krena said with a bit of an exasperated expression. Really, she was just imitating the expression her mother used with her father.

"H...Hey." Shirou stammered in embarrassment. Alright, so he really didn't interact with that many people, or even pay much attention to them, but saying he had no common sense was a little harsh. "Anyways. If they can't, then I'll just have to read it to you myself."

"You will?" Krena said, perking up, her pigtails seeming to bounce happily as her usual giant smile once again spread across her face.

"Of course, I can even teach you how to read yourself, if you like." Shirou said.

"Thank you!" Krena said cheerfully before she spotted something far off in the skies and gasped, her already wide smile growing even wider. "Captain, look!"

Shirou turned his head the way the girl was pointing and could see three large bird-like shapes circling about in the sky at a distance. September was coming to an end, and the albaheron had returned from the north.

The children's hunting season was about to begin again.

"Knight Captain Allen, Knight Krena suggests we dispatch right away!" Krena said in her best military voice as she was squirming with excitement.

She didn't even wait for Shirou to reply as she grabbed onto his arm and began to drag him behind her as fast as she could run.