I Change The Genre From Romance To Fantasy
Episodes 10

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! THEY SENT THE STUFF A LONG TIME AGO AND NOW ASK ME TO COME STRAIGHT AWAY?." The loud sound of people shouting was heard from inside the wooden house.

BRACKET.

The door opened violently.

"DON'T YOU!- HOW DARE YOU-."

"...." - ".I looked at the big man who was also looking at me from the front door.

"You!-you!."

He is Djordan Del Podo, aged 45 years old, a man with a sturdy body like a wrestling athlete with a long beard on the face and bald in the middle of the head. Her hair was blonde like copper and wavy but not too curly. No matter how I look at this Father and Son, they look like they have no blood relation, my inner being.

The man who has just appeared is one of the side characters in the novel that has an important role as a supply of horses for future warfare in the novel.

"When did you come?!." Djordan ignored the horseman and came to me immediately with a pale face.

"I just arrived along with this good uncle" I replied briefly.

"Huh??? Heinz you didn't do anything to ask?."

"Of course not, what kind of man do you think I am?" grumbled the horseman. "Where I pay, I have to drop off a lot of your stuff again so give me my money right away!," he said impatiently.

"This bastard...." Djordan glanced at Ira for a moment.

"Bright... I'll get you some money, wait here."

"Uncle, how much does it cost for this wheat and all the grain to be delivered?" I asked before the coachman spoke.

"Your moneys don't need-."

"One piece of Silver coin and Four Bronze coins Miss," replied the horseman.

"HEY YOU-!."

"Early so...." I reached into my pants pocket to take out a small thin wallet containing millions of coins; gold coins, Silver coins, Silver coins, Bronze coins, and also a few thousand gold seeds such as corn grain seeds with a very low value.

"I'll give you three gold coins for driving me safely."

"really?!! I am very grateful Missaaa.!," he said happily.

"Miss is mostly."

"My money is what you're worried about" I said exasperatedly.

"Yes... I'm sorry," he said.

Seeing that I sighed. "Huh... Aren't you going to offer me entry?" I asked.

"ah! I'm sorry!, Carlos! Quickly Bring Miss Ira In" she said in a panic at her son.

"Haha... Relax, I can go in by myself. Then see you again uncle," I said politely to the horseman who was still amazed to see 3 pieces of gold coins in his hand.

"... Then I go in first." Exasperated at being ignored, I went straight into the house, passed the ranch owner and his son, and sat down on a soft sofa near the window that led directly to the stables next to him.

It was not long before Djordan and his son Carlos entered simultaneously. Djordan sat in front of the sofa carrying documents he had taken at his desk. "I didn't know you were coming so I haven't finished all the reports I'm sorry for!," he said regretfully.

"Luck it off, I'm wrong to come here without saying anything before."

Djordan took a deep breath, his nervousness slowly starting to crumble after getting a definite answer.

"Whose father is this young lady?" asked Carlos.

"What! You don't know him?!."

Carlos shakes his head. "I don't know, who is Dad?."

"Pppft-your son is still the same as before, he's insensitive" I said.

"Son... You can forget many things but!... Forgetting Miss Who Already Gave You a Magic Academy Entrance Letter Is A Very Disrespectful Action!!!," she said firmly and lowered her head on the floor towards me. "I'm sorry for my son's impudence Miss Ira Emersyn" he said, echoing Ira's last name.

"!!!!!!!!"

Carlos who heard the name Emersyn became goosebumps all over the body. He followed his father to bow his head on the floor while saying. "PLEASE FORGIVE MY STUPIDITY... I WAS SO STUPID FOR FORGETTING SUCH A NICE PERSON ON ME!!!," HE CRIED.

"You're too much" I said casually, then leaned back. "It's not your fault you don't recognize me because my disguise is always fickle."

"But still -."

"Forget that and just relax... I'm here for a vacation."

"Interminated?." Djordan lifted his head and knelt to see Ira. "Are you going to be here long enough?."

"That's how.., there's something I have to do... Holidays are my only reason to come here and... Quickly stand up and sit normally, it's very uncomfortable to see you two like that."

Djordan and his son Carlos stood and sat on the sofa side by side. "Dad... I'm nervous!" whispered Carlos. "I'm the same kid."

"What about your school" I asked Carlos.

"Ahhhh! I am fine...! I work so hard that I won't embarrass you and the Emersyn family!."

".... Goody... Then what about you, do you do a good job?" I asked Djordan. "I did my best!," he answered briefly as I expected.

"What about Croco?."

"Croco???."

"Croco?."

"Well, what about Crocoku?."

"Empp... Croco....?."

"Huh... Crocodile in front of your house."

"OOOHH!, SO THAT'S CROCOO... The crocodile's fine, but I got a little trouble because of him."

"What problem?."

"The crocodile often preys on my chickens and attacks some people who want to take fish, he even almost pounced on my feet while bathing the horse." There was a sense of pressure and anger in Djordan's expression as he said that.

"Hmmm... From the beginning he is not a crocodile that is tame on you so it is only natural that he will attack other humans including you."

"So so...." Djordan recalls how things turned 180 degrees upside down when he first met Ira Elyse Emersyn.