Ishgar Continent.
Fiore Kingdom.
Year X778, in the forest outside a certain village.
“Phew~” “Finally done.” A boy of about fifteen or sixteen, with short jet-black hair and wearing rough linen clothes, stood atop a tree as tall as a grown man.
He swung a short knife, cutting down a large number of branches.
Once he judged he had enough, he leapt down and landed on the muddy ground.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, rested for a moment, then bound the pile of branches together.
After testing the weight, he hoisted the bundle onto his back and set off toward the village.
After walking for about thirty minutes, he finally stopped in front of a three-story building standing at the edge of the village.
“Big Brother Igor is back!
Big Brother Igor is home!” The moment the boy halted before the small house, the previously closed door suddenly flew open.
A girl with snow-white short hair styled like a mushroom burst out and threw herself into his arms.
“Sigh.” The girl’s reckless charge only made things worse for the boy already carrying a heavy load of firewood.
His expression shifted slightly.
“Lisanna, please help me a little.” Overwhelmed, the boy gave a bitter smile.
He first gently stroked the head of the white-haired mushroom-headed girl, soothing her, then carefully pushed her away and set the heavy bundle of firewood down behind him with a thud.
“They’re back.” After putting the firewood down, the boy immediately broke into a bright smile.
“Huh?” Once everything was settled, he unconsciously looked around the room and noticed that only the adorable white-haired mushroom-headed girl was present.
Puzzled, he asked, “Lisanna, aren’t Elfman and Mirajane home?” “Big Brother Igor, Big Sister Mira, and Big Brother Elfman went to the village to sell the firewood.
They probably won’t be back for a while.” The girl clasped her hands behind her back.
She wore a cute floral-patterned one-piece dress and beamed with a full smile.
Her two dimples were so adorable they could melt anyone’s heart.
The girl’s name was Lisanna Strauss—one of the people who had saved the boy’s life.
As for the boy… His name was Igor.
Before his reincarnation, he had been nineteen years old.
He was a transmigrator.
Igor calculated that exactly three months had passed since he was born into this world.
All he remembered was spending his summer vacation binge-reading the manga, Chainsaw Man.
He had gotten so excited while reading that he suddenly lost consciousness.
When Igor came to, he found himself transported to another world… The fundamental reason he became certain he had time-traveled was the three white-haired siblings who had saved his life in the forest.
Yes—the very polite and clingy little girl standing in front of him was named Lisanna Strauss.
She had an older brother named Elfman Strauss and an older sister named Mirajane Strauss.
Anyone familiar with the manga Fairy Tail would understand the situation the moment they saw the three siblings standing before them.
Fortunately, as a veteran manga fan who had read countless series, Igor had also read the classic shōnen manga Fairy Tail.
The instant he recognized the familiar three siblings and learned their names, he wasted no time focusing his consciousness on the world into which he had been reincarnated.
What surprised Igor was that he was supposed to be reading Chainsaw Man—so how had he ended up in the world of Fairy Tail?
Had the god of time travel gotten confused?
Cough cough.
But after spending several months in this world, Igor gradually accepted the fact of his reincarnation and began striving to live as best he could.
Yes—even if he had arrived in another world, he should still live life to the fullest.
“I’ll cook.” After stacking the firewood in the yard, Igor noticed that it was getting late.
Since Mirajane and Elfman were out, he decided to prepare dinner.
“That’s wonderful!
Lisanna loves Igor’s cooking the most!” Hearing that Igor would cook for her, Lisanna jumped up from the ground in pure joy and shouted excitedly.
“Hehe.” “I’ll definitely treat you to a luxurious meal later.” Igor smiled.
It was fortunate that he had honed excellent cooking skills before his reincarnation.
Otherwise, he probably would not have been able to survive in this other world.
Thanks to his outstanding cooking ability, Igor had been allowed to stay in the home of the Strauss.
Mirajane and Elfman were not incapable of cooking, but there was a huge gap between them and Igor—because Igor had learned by watching tutorials from world-class chefs on TikTok.
“Igor, Igor…!” Just as Igor finished washing his hands, preparing ingredients in the kitchen, and tidying the dishes, a boy with side-parted white hair, dressed in a shirt, jacket, and sweater—looking every bit like the young master of a certain family—rushed into the villa, gasping for breath.
“Elfman, what’s wrong?” “First drink some water, then talk slowly…” Seeing the panicked Elfman, Igor handed him a glass of water, smiled, and gently patted his back while asking the question.
“Haa-haa-haa.” Under Igor’s warm, spring-like smile, Elfman’s expression gradually calmed.
He took a deep breath and said with a serious face, “I-Igor, something terrible has happened!
A demon has appeared at the church!” “What?” “Where is Mirajane?” Igor’s expression changed.
He stood up and continued questioning Elfman while scanning the room for any sign of Mirajane.
“I heard that children had been captured by a demon inside the church, so Sister Mirajane rushed over…” The moment Elfman finished speaking, Igor grabbed the firewood-splitting knife he usually used and dashed toward the village church he remembered.
“Igor?!” Elfman stared at Igor’s retreating figure and suddenly changed expression.
“Elfman, your mission is to protect Lisanna!
You’re the older brother—don’t forget that.” Igor glanced back, briefly explaining the “mission” to Elfman, then charged straight toward the church in the center of the village like a cheetah that had spotted its prey.
… Outside the church.
“Waaaah, my child!” “You damned demon!
Get out of our village…!” “Who will save our children…?” Hundreds of villagers had gathered outside the gate, holding torches and farming tools, yet not a single one dared to enter the church.
Perhaps the demon’s reputation was simply too terrifying.
Even the villagers who had rushed over upon hearing the news could not act rashly.
“Out of the way!” While the villagers stood helpless, a black-haired boy holding a knife burst out of the crowd, smashed through the church door, and charged inside.
“Igor, wait!
It’s dangerous ahead…!” The adults of the village immediately tried to stop him, but it was useless.
Inside the church.
“Hehehe.” “Foolish humans.
To think you would walk right up to the front door of my house.
Perfect timing for a delicious meal.” A demon with jet-black wings, resembling the incarnation of a bat, pinned Mirajane—who was swinging a wooden stick—beneath it.
Its fanged mouth opened wide, eyes filled with mockery.
“You bastard!!” Mirajane was shaken.
The demon looked small, yet its power far exceeded her expectations.
She was certain she had severely underestimated it.
“Die!” At this critical moment, a sudden gust of wind accompanied Igor as he descended from above, firewood knife in hand, and struck the demon’s head with precise and powerful force.