Fantasy Family Simulator

Fireclaw landed, stirring up a cloud of dust. Rhett nimbly leaped off Fireclaw's back and walked toward the caravan.

“Father, I’ve purchased all the goods you requested. They’re in the carriages behind,” Rayleigh said with admiration, seated on Whiteclaw’s back. “I also found a team to construct the castle. Following your instructions, I visited Carlton, the president of the Doton Trading Company. He swiftly introduced me to a group of experienced architects. Many of the castles in the Southwestern Frontier were built by them!”

“Hmm, well done!” Rhett stroked his mustache and nodded. “Since everything is ready, tomorrow we can relocate to our new territory.”

As his words fell, the expressions of the attendants behind him were filled with shock.

They hadn’t heard about the relocation of the territory and had assumed that Rhett’s promotion to Earl would only involve an expansion of the existing borders.

However, upon further thought, they realized that it didn’t matter where they moved; their lives wouldn’t change much. In fact, as the idea settled in, they began to feel a subtle anticipation for the new territory!

“Tomorrow?” Rayleigh’s eyes showed a flash of surprise. “Isn’t that a bit too rushed? What about the Duke of Blue Diamond…”

“He’s already been here, and I am now a legitimate Earl!” Rhett interrupted Rayleigh with a faint smile. “Relocating the territory should happen sooner rather than later. Besides, I’ve already marked the location, right next to the Anwen Eagle Subrange.”

“The Anwen Eagle Subrange?” Rayleigh’s surprise deepened, and he opened his mouth to say more.

However, Rhett noticed his hesitation and waved his hand dismissively. “Let’s head back first. Put the goods in the warehouse, then come with me to the castle.”

“Alright, no problem!” Rayleigh exhaled, nodding in agreement.

He then turned to the still-stunned attendants and waved his hand. “Hurry back to the manor! You’ve all heard that we’re relocating the territory. Once we return, store the goods in the warehouse, then go pack your belongings!”

“Yes, Master Rayleigh!”

Upon returning to the manor, Rhett immediately gathered the relevant personnel. He called Sveta, Tucker, and Tylers to the fifth-floor hall.

Rhett sat in a chair near the fireplace, where a roaring fire dispelled the lingering chill of early spring.

“Father, why have you called us here?” Tucker asked, sitting in a chair while his gaze wandered to Fireclaw and Mog, who were playing near the entrance.

“Quiet!” Rhett commanded sharply.

Instantly, Sveta, Tucker, and Tylers fell silent.

“Fireclaw, stop causing a ruckus, or I’ll throw you out,” Rhett warned before turning to Tucker. “And keep Mog in line. We’re about to discuss important matters, and I don’t want them causing trouble.”

“Got it!” Tucker stood up, grabbed Mog with both arms, and, despite the bird’s loud protests, tossed it out the window.

Fireclaw, having heard Rhett’s order, obediently ran to the window and followed Mog outside.

The hall became much quieter.

Thud, thud, thud.

The sound of footsteps came from the staircase, and Rayleigh appeared on the fifth floor, coming into view of the others.

“It seems everyone’s been waiting for me. My apologies for the delay.” Rayleigh smiled slightly and took the seat Tucker had saved for him.

Rhett nodded, watching Rayleigh sit down before lightly coughing twice. “Ahem, now that everyone is here, let’s get down to business.”

The group turned serious, focusing their attention on Rhett, their eyes reflecting the flames of the fireplace behind him.

Rhett’s powerful voice echoed through the hall:

“The Duke of Blue Diamond visited a couple of days ago, as you all know.

In addition to my promotion to Earl, the new territory has also been designated.”

“Father, where exactly is the new territory?” Tucker asked, his curiosity piqued, his large eyes shining brightly.

Tylers was equally curious, straining to listen.

“It’s near the Anwen Eagle Subrange,” Rayleigh answered, filling in the details.

“Eh? You just returned from a trade trip. How do you know?” Tucker turned to Rayleigh, scratching his head.

“Ahem, I ran into Father on the way back, and he told me.”

Hearing this, Tucker pouted and looked at Rhett with a hint of complaint. “Father, I asked you about the new territory a few days ago, but you didn’t tell me.

Yet you told Rayleigh as soon as he got back. Am I not your real son?”

“Maybe you were picked up from a wolf’s den,” Tylers teased, crossing his arms and smirking.

Tucker turned his head, glaring at Tylers.

“Hehe, it wasn’t the right time before. If you ask me today, I’ll tell you for sure.” Rhett chuckled.

The others didn’t take it seriously, except for Tucker, who, satisfied, nodded his head. Of course, he was his father’s true son—how could he be treated any less than Rayleigh?

“So, Father, where exactly in the Anwen Eagle Subrange is our territory?” Rayleigh asked.

Rhett took out a map from his chest—a gift from Augustus—showing the power distribution and terrain of the entire Southwestern Frontier.

He spread it out on the table, drawing the attention of the four gathered around.

“Cold Crystal Lake? Our territory is near Cold Crystal Lake?” Tylers exclaimed, his gaze fixed on the marked area on the map. Confused, he asked, “But why is our territory so long and narrow, almost surrounding the eastern part of the Anwen Eagle Subrange?”

“Can you guess the reason?” Rhett asked with a faint smile, looking around at their faces.

Rayleigh stared at a point on the map, deep in thought, and said, “Father, you must intend to use the Anwen Eagle Subrange as our long-term hunting ground.

Moreover, you likely have other plans to develop the Anwen Eagle Subrange, which is why you expanded our territory as much as possible to increase its contact with the range.”

A trace of appreciation flashed in Rhett’s eyes as he nodded. “Exactly! Our current location has limited potential—just flat land and more flat land.

But once we move to the Anwen Eagle Subrange, we’ll have a variety of terrains to choose from.

And we’ll have magical beasts in the mountains to train our subordinates!”

Sveta and Rhett’s three sons all nodded in agreement.

After a moment of contemplation, Rhett added:

“By the way, today I’ll also share an idea I’ve had for a long time.

From now on, I want to establish a family tradition!”

A family tradition? Tucker, Rayleigh, and Tylers all looked curious, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“To foster long-term cohesion within the family, subtly influence the habit of unity, and encourage mutual support among members, whenever a family group goes out, the weakest member will be responsible for delivering the final blow to any magical beast hunted.”

Rhett’s gaze swept across their faces as he calmly added, “Think of it as a family rule set by the head of the household.”

At this moment...

Sveta’s smile remained unchanged as he stood by, quietly waiting.

Tucker, Rayleigh, and Tylers exchanged glances. Upon hearing Rhett’s directive, they felt a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Wasn’t this a bit unnecessary?

But after a bit of thought, they realized that, although the reasoning seemed tenuous, it did make some sense. And since it wasn’t a difficult or harmful rule, they nodded in agreement.

“Understood, Father. When Kales and Kazena grow up, I’ll make sure to remind them,” Rayleigh said.

“Same here. In a few years, I’ll tell Dick,” Tucker added.

Tylers shrugged, curling his lips. “Although I’ll tell Abel, I’ll probably be the weakest one for the next few years.”

Hearing this, everyone present couldn’t help but chuckle.

Rhett patted Tylers on the head and said:

“That’s all for today. But the move to the Anwen Eagle Subrange will require careful planning.

Rayleigh, go inform Hank and Unica about the relocation.”

“Understood,” Rayleigh replied seriously.

Rhett turned to Tucker and pointed at him. “You, go inform Tadel, Kurs, Shirin, Frano, Laurine, and the members of the training ground.”

“Got it,” Tucker responded confidently.

“And what about me, Father? What should I do?” Tylers asked, pointing to himself, feeling a strange excitement about the upcoming move.

“You… help Hank organize the alchemy lab equipment and pack up the magical plants in the cultivation fields.”

Relieved by the light workload, Tylers nodded enthusiastically.

“Sveta, your tasks are more varied. You’ll need to visit East Eagle Logging Camp and Green Grass Pasture to inform them about the relocation.

You’ll also need to notify the townsfolk, going door to door, and post a notice in the central square.”

“No problem, my lord. What about Fire Mine Village? Should I go there as well?”

“I’ll handle that. I’ll discuss it with Vides.”

“Understood!”

Rhett stood up from his chair, glanced at everyone, and said:

“Then we’re dismissed. Carry out the tasks I’ve just assigned.”

“Yes, Father/My Lord.”

Rhett called for Fireclaw and quickly headed to Fire Mine Village.

At the edge of the fire mine, on the high ground near a deep pit, Rhett finally found Vides.

“Rhett, what brings you here today?” Vides asked, watching Rhett jump off Fireclaw. Hands on his hips, he smiled and added, “And those two orcs of yours, when will you assign them to the mine?

With their stamina, it would be a waste not to make them work hard.”

“Haha, I knew you were thinking about my two orcs!” Rhett laughed and shook his head before replying helplessly:

“But… it won’t be possible in the short term.

As you know, I’ve been promoted to Earl and will receive a new fief.

I’ve chosen a location near the Anwen Eagle Subrange, and we’ll be moving soon. The two orcs will also be involved in the construction of the new territory.”

“Oh? Relocating the territory?” Vides looked surprised, then his expression turned to concern. “But choosing a location near the Anwen Eagle Subrange… isn’t that too dangerous?

Although you’re a Level 5 Magister and the Anwen Eagle Subrange poses no threat to you, what if a high-level magical beast roams into your territory one day? What will you do then?”

“It’s already decided and can’t be changed,” Rhett shrugged, stating the facts before patting Vides on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Trust me, nothing will happen!”

Vides stared at Rhett for a moment, and seeing the unwavering confidence in his eyes, he felt reassured.

“But…” Vides opened his mouth to speak, then decided against it, shaking his head with a sigh.

“Alright, alright, you’re the lord, so you make the decisions,” Vides said with resignation. “But mark my words—stay safe. I don’t want you dying before I do.”

“Haha, let’s hope neither of us dies!” Rhett said, patting Vides on the shoulder. He was confident! “By the way, I wanted to ask if you plan to come with me to the Anwen Eagle Subrange or stay here?” Rhett looked at Vides and, after thinking for a moment, added to avoid any misunderstanding, “Personally, I’d prefer you to come to the Anwen Eagle Subrange. After all, we’ve developed a good rapport over the years, and I’d feel more at ease.”

“I—” Vides began to speak but then fell silent. After a pause, he said, “I’ll stay here.

This mine is too important, and you don’t have many people who are better suited to guard it than I am.”

“How can you say that? I have Tadel, Kurs, Shirin…” Rhett shrugged. “I have plenty of capable subordinates.”

“They’re not as capable as I am!” Vides replied without expression.

You really don’t hold back, do you… Rhett thought, amused, but he replied, “Alright, alright, you’re the best! But don’t miss me too much after I leave. I’ll find time to visit.”

“You’re so full of yourself…” Vides muttered, his mouth twitching.

Afterward, Rhett made a round of inspections throughout the territory.

He took a good look at Bramble Village and Eagletown before returning to Deep Rock Fortress.

The next day, before the world was fully lit...

Rhett awoke from his meditation and, while walking through the hall and down the stairs, heard the clattering sounds of busy activity.

The servants were extraordinarily busy.

Male and female servants alike were moving various items, some light and some heavy—flower pots, water buckets, thickly stacked tablecloths, and delicate square tables...

They bustled up and down the stairs and through the hall, creating a lively scene that was quite unlike the usual quietness of early morning.

On this special day, even the butler Sveta was frazzled. He had risen early, before dawn, to make a round of inspections in town to check on the residents’ preparations for the move.

After confirming that everything was in order, he returned to Deep Rock Fortress to oversee the servants’ moving tasks.

Wearing his black suit, he stood deep in the hall near a cluttered shelf, pointing forward, “Shal, be careful with that! That flower pot has been in Deep Rock Fortress for ten years, longer than you’ve been here!”

“Understood, Mr. Sveta!” Shal carefully and slowly carried three stacked flower pots toward the outside.

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