That’s Right, We’re Perverts prologue

Let’s look back upon the head of the 15th generation Leonhart family, a man by the name of Heinrich was the king of some ancient kingdom…

Taking a look back at the head of the 10th generation Leonhart family, a man by the name of Kaiser was the hero who overthrew the Demon King…

Tracing back to the head of the 5th generation Leonhart family, a man by the name of Kain was a rich merchant with enough wealth to match a country…

Now, let’s look at the head of this generation’s Leonhart family…

An ordinary man by the name of Johann; a bald head, with a plain and sloppy appearance who gave off the feeling that if he were to be sent to the frontlines, he’d be the first to die—the feeling of cannon fodder.

The head of the previous generation’s Leonhart family, and the head the generation before that, were both extremely unfortunate people. No wait, directly calling them scoundrels would be more appropriate. They were practically monsters who consumed gold; squandering the immense wealth acc.u.mulated by over ten generations of the Leonhart family in merely two generations.

But, even if it’s Johann, he does have his own specialty. He has extremely fine craftsmans.h.i.+p as a blacksmith.

Although Old Johann, who could never become prosperous because of all the debt, would always sigh in despair whenever he looked at his magnificent family tree book, it was meaningless now to resent the dead.

Naturally, this did not represent that he completely didn’t have feelings of resentment. He frequently couldn’t help but stick his middle finger up at the portraits of the two playboy princes inside the family tree book.

But generally speaking, Old Johann’s life wasn’t too bad.

His playboy father died before he was born, so as a child, while he lived in poverty, he wasn’t completely unfortunate.

And as a youth, Johann’s blacksmithing talents were noticed by a famous blacksmith, who he followed to learn the trade. His craftsmans.h.i.+p became accomplished when he became middle-aged, and the old blacksmith not only left him a large smithy, but also his own daughter.

Sure, it was a bit forced, but she was a wife who was otherwise perfect in every way. In addition, a few years back, she had given birth to Johann’s son.

Thinking about his own son, a smile floated on Johann’s face. His son was like what the prophecies had stated, completely inheriting the bloodline of the hero. No matter what he did, he could only be described a genius.

Johann thought about it, in this era where there was no Demon King, his son who had the talents of a hero should at least be able to become a general in a large kingdom.

(c.r.a.p, no good, no good. Reminiscing about life out of the blue is how you raise death flags. To begin with, my appearance is that of a cannonfodder’s.)

Having thought that, Johann started to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

The strange actions of Johann after having picked up the family tree book was reflected in the eyes of a young figure in the shadow.

“Papa, what are you doing? One moment you look like you want to cry, the next moment you’re sticking up your middle finger, the next moment you’re smiling, and the next moment your face gets all pale. Did you swallow your blacksmith hammer by accident when you were working?”

The young figure naively asked as he walked out from the shadow.

“Oi, how can you speak to your father like that? You need to respect me!”

Although those were the words that came out of Johann’s mouth, the expression on his face was incomparably loving. Looking at the boy whose outline resembled himself, but had facial features several times more exquisite than his own, Johann couldn’t help but stretch his hand out to stroke his son’s head.

“Papa, can I go play in the forest with my friends?”

“Forest? It’s fine… no wait, you can’t. I recall that recently there’s been a golden slime roaming about at that place, and that a lot of people have already been injured. A subjugation request has already been posted on the village’s request board.”

“Ah? If you’re talking about that golden slime, I already beat it up yesterday.”

Johann’s son took out a dazzling, golden-coloured crystal from behind his back.

Placing the crystal on his hand and observing it for a moment, Johann took in a sharp breath of cold air.

“Are you serious…it’s a monster that’s even troublesome for adult guard groups”

The crystal that Johann’s son brought out was no doubt the magic crystal formed after the death of a golden slime.

He wasn’t sure when his son had become a warrior capable of taking down monsters. As a father, Johann truly had an indescribably weird feeling.

(Just 6 years old and he can already take down a golden slime. What else can possibly threaten this child in the forest near the village?)

“Alright fine, go on. Remember to come back in the evening.”

“Yes!”

Little Leonhart happily nodded his head as he ran towards to the door.

“Wait, wait, you come back!”

“Eh?”

“Put on your pants!”

“Ah…”

Little Leonhart, who had his lower-half bare, mumbled softly.

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