Upon receiving the report from the attendant in charge of the reception room that "there's a signal on the bell," Norgaar sent messengers to the Queen and King again and headed to the reception room first.

  After giving a brief word of appreciation—"Well done"—to the waiting attendant, he entered the room to find Amashiro taking various things out of his bag.

  "What's that?"

  "Oh, you're here, Norgaar. Last week—no, yesterday here. I brought different flavored treats from yesterday, and also prepared some for dogs... I mean, Canisade.

  I don't know if they'll suit their tastes though."

  "Does 'trial' include that too?"

  Yesterday, Amashiro had briefly mentioned it before returning to Earth, but Norgaar seemed concerned.

  "Well, you can never have too much preparation for emergencies.

  What, worried about your father?"

  "Not really... whoa, what the—"

  Norgaar, who'd been answering curtly while looking away, was startled when Amashiro suddenly approached and gave him a back hug.

  "Thank you for being healthy."

  "Dad?"

  "I don't know if you remember this yourself, but... you over there have gotten quite old and don't have much energy.

  I don't know when you'll come over here, but... thank you so much for being such a healthy young man."

  "Cut it out, that's creepy."

  Even while complaining, Norgaar couldn't help the purring that leaked from his throat.

  "My my, what a heartwarming scene."

  At Isha's voice—she'd entered without him noticing—Norgaar panicked in surprise.

  "Ah, Sister-in-law! Let go, Dad!"

  "Really, Brother-in-law, isn't that Father's expression of love?

  There's no need to be so embarrassed.

  Asha and I got hugs yesterday too, and as for His Majesty..."

  FLINCH.

  Though he couldn't see Amashiro's face, Norgaar felt the arms embracing him suddenly tense.

  "When I asked His Majesty, he said that in his arms at their reunion, Father cried and cried so much...

  Really, Father, you're quite emotional, aren't you?"

  "You traaaaitor!"

  "Hey, let go! I know it's embarrassing but don't strangle me!"

  Norgaar trying to escape from Amashiro's arms, and Amashiro tightening his grip to hide his face.

  Isha giggling at the sight.

  This was the heartwarming—or perhaps comical—scene that greeted Rashion when he entered the reception room.

  "So, what are you planning to do?"

  He'd told Isha and the others "I want to try something, so I'm going to prepare," but hadn't given details, so Rashion had no idea what Amashiro intended to do today.

  "Well... ah, are there still treats left from yesterday? Even if there are some, there's the matter of absolute quantity, and I thought there might not be enough..."

  "Oh my, Father. No matter how much we like them, we can exercise restraint. Right, Your Majesty?"

  "W-well, yes... that's right..."

  Remembering how he'd been caught and scolded by Isha after trying to secretly enjoy chu-ru for dessert after yesterday's dinner, Rashion made a slightly bitter face.

  "...You tried to sneak some alone calling it dessert, didn't you?"

  "Father? How did you...?"

  Caught off guard, Rashion panicked.

  Though his face was covered in fur and his nose was black, making it hard to tell, he must be blushing.

  "Knowing you, you're still a big eater with a weakness for treats, right?

  Well, at least instead of getting fat, it all went to your height and muscles, which is good."

  Rashion in his previous life had loved eating too, but it had resulted in obesity.

  As a result, he'd suffered from pancreatitis, but even so, Amashiro was still grateful that he'd lived relatively healthily until passing away at 22.

  "What's with this gloomy atmosphere?

  Don't worry about Big Brother's body, Dad.

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  If he shows even the slightest sign of gaining weight, Sister-in-law mercilessly condemns him."

  Norgaar's single comment completely shattered the room's atmosphere, which had been growing heavy due to Amashiro's reminiscing.

  "...Condemns?"

  "Sword practice, running laps at the knights' training grounds, muscle training.

  He became that muscle-bound thanks to Sister-in-law."

  "Mus..."

  Amashiro almost burst out laughing but barely held it in.

  "Isha?"

  "Yes?"

  "Good job!"

  Giving a thumbs up, Amashiro received Isha's smile in return.

  "Well, managing my husband's health is a wife's duty."

  "Wait, what are you two saying? That was pretty rough for me, you know?"

  "If you don't like it, don't get fat.

  In your previous life you didn't understand the concept of dieting so you got fat, but now you're just right, aren't you? And you have such an excellent instructor."

  "Indeed, exactly as Father says~"

  "No, listen to what I'm..."

  Pat. Norgaar tapped Rashion's shoulder.

  "Give it up, Big Brother. You couldn't even beat Sister-in-law alone."

  "Norgaar, you too!"

  Contrary to the despairing Rashion, the three of them ultimately couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

  "Well, trivial matters aside—"

  "Don't call them trivial! I'll have you know I'm the king of this country!"

  "Yes, yes. This king has a delicious proposition.

  Well, not about food... or is it?

  That said, it's not about getting fat... or maybe it is?"

  "Is this a riddle, Father?"

  "I didn't intend it that way, but it turned out like one."

  BANG. Amashiro slapped the table where the chu-ru sat.

  "Behold, here we have treats from another world, most precious and favored by the royal family."

  The royal family members looked at Amashiro with puzzled eyes as he suddenly adopted a formal tone.

  "Father?"

  "No no, though I may be a father in a previous life, in the present I am but a mere otherworlder."

  The three thought, well, that's not wrong, but... suddenly?

  But sensing he had something to say, Rashion decided to play along.

  "So, what dost thou wish to say? Speak."

  "Humbly, I am honored."

  Amashiro bowed his head deeply with theatrical gestures and pointed at the chu-ru on the table.

  "If I may be so bold, regarding these 'otherworldly treats'...

  There are limits to the quantity one such as I can transport."

  "Indeed. Both to the quantity thou canst carry alone, and to what thy finances can afford."

  "Most lamentable, but as you say, Your Majesty.

  However, if those limits were to disappear... nay, if the upper limit were to increase dramatically, what then?"

  Rashion's eyes, which had looked ready to ask 'what is this father trying to say,' instantly sharpened.

  "Let's end this charade. Father, surely you don't mean..."

  "Did it look like a charade? I thought I did rather well.

  Well, I'll need it later so I was practicing in advance.

  More importantly... look at this."

  While saying this, Amashiro reached his hand over the table where the chu-ru sat.

  And when he moved his hand as if tracing something above it—

  "What?"

  "Oh my!"

  The King's Brother and Queen exclaimed in surprise.

  King Rashion's eyes widened silently.

  Two, four, eight, sixteen...

  The treats that had been just one kept doubling each time Amashiro moved his hand.

  "...An interesting magic trick, but a bit too stimulating, I think, Father."

  "Indeed, it might look like a trick.

  But this is real, you know? Want to verify it? All three of you."

  Though he smiled lightly, Amashiro's eyes were serious.

  Taking the treat sticks handed to them, the three each tore open the seal.

  "What is this..."

  "It's... real."

  "Dad? Just to be sure, this really isn't a trick, right?"

  "I still find it hard to believe myself, but it's true.

  Along with the ability to travel between Earth and here, how should I put it...

  I seem to have gained the ability to copy matter."

  It started with yesterday's chu-ru box multiplication.

  Amashiro remembered the moment when, after feeling a prick like static electricity at his fingertips, another box appeared.

  The instant he felt there wouldn't be enough of what he'd brought, another box appeared.

  Perhaps, just like being able to summon doors, he'd awakened to some ability? He wanted to verify it.

  That's why he'd returned to Earth, saying he needed to care for the cats—he wanted to confirm it before revealing it to Rashion and the others.

  As expected, nothing happened on Earth.

  At this point, he thought he had no choice but to go to Tusita and try again, but wanting to keep it from Rashion and the others until he was certain, he calculated when it would be late at night on Tusita and summoned a door to that interrogation room. Surely no one would be interrogating criminals in the middle of the night.

  There, he brought in several items and while concentrating on copying them, chanted "Copy"—and successfully duplicated them.

  "...Wait, isn't this an insane ability...?"

  When the robot plastic model he'd brought from his collection duplicated box and all, he'd been ecstatic thinking, "Now I can mass-produce those mass-production types they won't re-release!"—they'd been in short supply lately...

  But when he tried to bring it back to Earth, it vanished the moment he crossed through the door.

  Apparently, things created by this Tusita-exclusive cheat ability could only exist on Tusita.

  "That was really disappointing... sigh"

  "Father?"

  "Ah, sorry. That's about... Earth.

  Anyway. I seem to have gained the ability to 'copy' things as they are.

  Why this happened is, like the door ability, completely unknown."

  "Is your body alright? Do you feel drained, or is your life force being consumed?"

  "Don't say scary things. I don't know how it works, but even trying it quite a bit, I didn't get tired."

  It wasn't a lie to reassure them. Truly, aside from that prickling sensation during the first duplication, there was no particular feel or sensation. He didn't get tired, and there wasn't even that "sensation of magical power flowing" mentioned in fantasy novels.

  The ability to copy without handicaps, along with the transfer ability, could become tremendously powerful depending on how it was used—but if he'd gained these abilities anyway, he'd use them in a good direction, Amashiro thought.

  "When I realized this ability, I thought something.

  From your behavior since yesterday, I've been thinking... in this world, or rather for Antero, there aren't many luxury goods, are there?"

  Though he'd only seen part of the royal palace, the civilization level felt like Earth's early modern period—18th to 19th century. Rashion's statement that "industrial production capacity doesn't match Earth's" seemed to be true.

  Then, what was the level of luxury goods in this world?

  Alcohol... probably exists. When he'd said "drink the night away together," Rashion hadn't found it strange.

  Tobacco... who knows. With their keen sense of smell, it probably wouldn't suit Antero.

  Other things, sweets and snacks... probably exist, but at least for Felinoid taste buds, nothing could surpass chu-ru.

  If such a thing existed, the royalty—who should be gourmands—wouldn't be so obsessed with those treats.

  'Then, this will work.'

  That was Amashiro's judgment.

  "Yes. Embarrassingly, there aren't many.

  So, Father...

  Are you thinking the same thing as me?"

  "Ho, so you're not just playing at being king?"

  "Oh my, Father, I noticed too."

  Isha interjected with giggles, but her blue eyes already belonged to a "Queen."

  "Sorry to interrupt while you three are getting excited with those villainous faces, but weren't there other things to test?"

  "Hey, 'villainous faces' sounds terrible.

  But... right, let's firmly grasp not just the Felinoid stomachs but the Canisade ones too. Hehehehe... huh?"

  Having denied being called villainous, Amashiro had been laughing like a real villain while making a 'grasping stomachs' gesture when he noticed the three staring at him with frightened faces.

  "Father... what did you just do?"

  "Do you hold a grudge against Canisade?"

  "D-Dad...? Why the stomachs?"

  "What?

  ...No no no no! That's a figure of speech! I wouldn't do that! I can't!

  Heyyy! Don't be scared!"

  Apparently, "grasping stomachs" was an expression that didn't exist on Tusita.