Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 146: Side Story: Morin in the Republic of Mara (Part

Lately, Morin had been helping out Nabe.

He was in charge of organizing docunts, collecting rent, managing the collected money, tending the garden, and patrolling the apartnt complex.

Surprisingly, he found it all quite enjoyable.

Through rent collections, garden work, and checking up on the property, he began to grow closer with the residents.

Since most of them lived alone, Morin had beco sothing of a local favorite.

"You really are a good kid, Morin. Very capable," Nabe said with a satisfied smile.

Morin had compiled a report covering projected maintenance expenses, contractor options, cost estimates, and reputation comparisons.

Nabe looked it over, clearly pleased.

Morin rather liked being praised by him.

Nabe was strict and had a sharp tongue when it ca to work, but when Morin did well, he didn’t hold back on the complints.

Most importantly, when Nabe trusted him, he entrusted him with serious responsibilities—like this maintenance project.

"This is an exterior wall restoration, so it needs to be done thoroughly. Let’s go with this contractor. They’re a bit pricey, but proper maintenance builds value. We need soone reliable to handle it."

Nabe handed him a file with the selected contractor’s information—it was one of the ones Morin had personally visited and spoken to, and it had left the best impression.

"Contact them and arrange a proper eting to discuss the details and get a formal quote. Let them know that’s what we’re looking for."

"Understood," Morin replied.

He decided he’d go as early as tomorrow, smiling as he made up his mind.

"Still," Nabe continued, "Morin, once you get more experience, I think you could even contribute to national affairs."

"Huh?"

Morin had been happily checking his calendar with the docunts in hand when the unexpected comnt caught him off guard.

He looked up at Nabe in surprise.

"What? Why that face?"

"It’s just... no one’s ever said sothing like that to before. I’ve always been the spoiled youngest kid in my family, I’m never involved in politics or administration."

"I wouldn’t have trusted you before," Nabe said frankly. "You were emotionally unstable, irresponsible, and coddled."

Oof. That hit a little hard.

But he couldn’t argue, so Morin just smiled awkwardly.

"Now, though, you’re quite reliable. You take responsibility for your work. You’ve always been smart and kind—it just needed ti. If you keep at it, you could very well take part in managing the nation."

"Sothing that big... I don’t think I could handle it."

"Not to worry. The scale may differ, but the fundantals are the sa. Do your research carefully, talk with the relevant people, evaluate the options. It’s the king who makes decisions, but it’s the retainers who prepare the choices. You’ve been supporting very well."

It had been a while since he’d been praised like this, and Morin smiled bashfully.

Just then, a knock echoed through the room, and Malvis peeked his head in.

He looks like just co back from work.

When his eyes t Morin’s, he gave a complicated expression.

Lately, Malvis had been doing that a lot.

Even when he was close by, he wore a troubled smile.

If Morin gave him space thinking it was what he wanted, Malvis would look hurt.

When Morin chatted with others, Malvis seed bothered, but when asked about it, he’d say nothing.

The whole thing was... weird.

"You’re back, Malvis," Nabe greeted.

"Yes, I’ve returned, Nabe," Malvis replied, stepping inside and settling into the sofa.

Morin brewed so tea and placed it on the table.

Then he brought out the financiers he’d been saving to share with Malvis—plain, cocoa, and a more unusual pumpkin flavor.

He’d recently realized Malvis had a fondness for baked sweets.

Nabe, on the other hand, preferred soft, jiggly desserts like pudding or bavarois—an unexpectedly cute side of him.

His eyes sparkled when his favorites were lined up in front of him.

Malvis, sipping tea and nibbling on a financier, smiled with a soft, kind expression.

Morin quite liked seeing that look of him.

"Say, Morin," Nabe suddenly spoke.

"Yes?" Morin replied.

"I’m thinking of hosting a garden party here soon. Would you be willing to make so cakes and baked treats for the event?"

"Huh?"

The request took Morin completely by surprise.

A garden party?

"It’s sothing we do occasionally. I would invite all the residents over for drinks and socializing. Since many of them live alone, it’s a nice opportunity to connect with each other. And now that you’re here, it’s a good ti to introduce you officially."

So this was basically a welco party for Morin.

Just thinking about it made him squirm a little—part happiness, part embarrassnt.

Still, he was glad.

"What do you think, Morin?"

"I’ll do it!"

"Good, that’s the spirit," Nabe laughed warmly.

Morin couldn’t help but smile too, he was getting excited just thinking about it.

But only Malvis seed a little downcast.

That night, Morin found himself heading to Malvis’s room.

He didn’t really want to leave things as they were.

He hesitated a few tis, but finally knocked the door.

"Morin?" Malvis opened the door, looking puzzled.

Morin looked up, then casually stuck his foot in the doorway.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Let’s talk."

"Talk about what?"

"You know what."

Malvis averted his gaze, clearly unsure.

With Morin’s foot in the doorway, he couldn’t close the door anyway—so eventually, he let him in.

Morin gNabed around the neatly kept room before sitting down on the sofa.

"Hey, Malvis."

"What?"

"Do you... not like anymore?"

"What?" Malvis’s violet eyes widened in shock, as if Morin had just said sothing completely unexpected.

But from Morin’s perspective, that was the only explanation that made sense.

It had all started back when Malvis abruptly ran off into town like he was trying to get away from him—and ended up getting into trouble with so evil people.

Ever since that day, there’d been a distance between them.

A wall.

Malvis acted normal, but every ti Morin tried to get close to him, sothing always stopped it.