In Another World, the Boy Was Spoiled by the Iron Knight!

The boy appeared to be around thirteen years old. He had rare black hair and black eyes. His skin was smooth, pale, and so flawless he could have been mistaken for a girl. His large, dark eyes were round and filled with a mysterious kind of depth—even Louis found himself getting drawn in just looking at them.

But the boy’s expression hardly changed. His gaze was steady, his eyes cold. For someone so young, he was oddly calm. Almost unnaturally so. He was like a doll—quiet and emotionless.

The captain who is still holding the boy in his arms, was now trying to write a request letter with one free hand, stirring through the mess on his desk.

The desk was a complete disaster.

Even Louis as the vice-commander, wasn’t particularly good at keeping things neat—but the captain was no better.

And with all the documents, requests, and formal letters constantly arriving from the royal capital—most of which the captain ignored out of irritation—the paperwork just kept piling up.

At this point, no one could tell where anything was. Not even the captain himself.

They had been so busy with magical beast subjugation that the mess had been left unattended for far too long, and now the office was in complete disarray.

"Ah—"

Louis let out a small sound before he could stop himself.