Becoming an Accidental God in a New World

"I feel like I am forgetting something. Fenrir, do you know what I am forgetting?"

I asked, and the puppy gave me a look of surprise.

"You are forgetting the second serving of my dinner. And also the third… and maybe those vegetables you put in the attic… and the fourth serving of my dinner… master, are you alright?"

My body jerked as soon as I recalled the vegetables. I was supposed to bring them back down hours ago.

'Tsk, darn it! I was supposed to have them pickled by now. Oh well, better late than never, I guess.'

I stood up, and Fenrir followed me as I walked out.

"Oh—! Are we leaving for something? Where are we going? The stairs?"

The puppy questioned, and he was far too hyper. Even normal kids were not this vocal… most of the time. Not that I knew any that were like this… outside of some of my extreme sessions.

'Block the memory. Otherwise, you'll get more of a headache.'

I reminded myself as I covered the flight of stairs to reach the attic. The inside was warm, and I headed toward the space where I had put my vegetables to dry.

Only… there were no vegetables there anymore. The only thing left behind were the crumbs of the vegetables.

"Someone seems to have cleaned this place up. Should I take a look around… surely there are no mice here?"

I asked, recalling the almost epidemic that happened. But I had taken swift action to prevent rodents from entering my house, so that should not be the case, right?

"What a mess. Just thinking about it is giving me a headache here."

I spoke as I clutched my head. Fenrir growled as he looked at a corner where a few boxes were, and he looked tense.

"Master, there is something in here. Do you want me to take care of the intruders?"

Fenrir asked with a growl in his voice, and he did not wait for me before he barked and went behind the boxes.

A few lights ran toward me and tried to grab on to me as they got away from Fenrir. And by a few, I meant a few dozen.

I was covered in more light than a house on Christmas.

"D-Don't let it get to us—!"

"You need to protect us."

"You are the current shopkeeper, right? We are contracted workers of this shop. You need to make sure we are safe."

"Food! We need more food!"

"Just save us first."

A lot of voices spoke at the same time, and I felt my headache intensify. I stood still as I allowed those lights to settle down before I opened my mouth.

"What are you all? And can you get off me? You are too bright. Fenrir, please stand down and don't chase them anymore."

I told the puppy, and Fenrir calmed down instantly.

But the lights were not sure whether they were safe or not… which was understandable. They just had a brush with death, after all.

Once it was sure that Fenrir wouldn't chase them anymore, the lights nervously fluttered around me before the brightest one stepped out.

"Master, we are light fairies. We are responsible for imbuing magic in objects and creating the strongest artefacts… however, we have not gotten any work to do and hence, were starving."

The leader told me in an almost sad voice.

I somehow got the sense that it was my fault these fairies were starving. They were locked in the attic.

"You say you are contracted workers of the shop, right? Then, do you have any proof?"

As far as I recalled, any supernatural creature was not to be trusted. They often tried to lure humans and other creatures to become their food.

I had no intention of believing the fairies just because they told me they were 'contracted workers' of the shop.

The fairies fluttered around me, almost at a loss for what to do. No one had asked them this question before.

Only the leader seemed to know what to say.

"About that… the previous master told us that his recordkeeping place had a list of all the active contracts and any you might make in the future. You can check there…"

The leader seemed to have no idea what the recordkeeping place was either. But I had a feeling she meant the system.

I opened the system and had to look deep to find the setting.

'Fucking hell—! Why is this thing as difficult to operate as a real modern phone? It tells you nothing till you search for it.'

And no, it was not the older person in me talking. I was very much part of the generation that saw technology blossom.

I was just… not as up-to-date with things as the newest generation for some things.

As for the list of active contracts, there were… more than two dozen active contracts. But most of them did not have a lit-up icon like the fairies and Fenrir did.

The small note at their side told me that I needed to meet the other side of the contract to re-activate it.

'I'll get to it later. For now, I need to see what to do with these fairies.'

"Alright, I can see that we have a contract. Now, do you need me to provide anything for you except food?"

I asked the fairies, and they looked at me with hesitation.

"The previous shopkeeper preferred to have us in the attic, but we do prefer to be outdoors. If it is not too much to ask for, can we have some space in the back garden for our own use? We are friendly and will also take care of it. As long as you provide us with food, we will work as hard as you want us to."

Those words sounded so sweet to the blooming businessman inside me.

If the conditions were just to provide the garden and food, it was basically free labour. However, what surprised me even more was something else.

"Huh—! This place has a back garden… I mean, I have not gotten the chance to explore the place yet. We can go check up on its condition tomorrow."

I told the fairies, and they looked hopeful.

For the first time, I had a feeling that the previous shopkeeper was not as good of a person as he pretended to be.

Or maybe there was a reason these fairies were imprisoned here? Whatever it was, I had no time to think about it for now.

"Of course, master. We will do as you asked us to. May we ask you to get us some food for now?"

The fairies told me, and I went back down to check.

From what I had seen, the fairies seemed capable of eating anything. But my instincts also told me that ordinary food wouldn't help them much.

The fact that they had eaten up all the vegetables despite their small size told me that I likely needed to give them something special.

"Hmm, should I look it up in the system? Maybe I'll be able to find some information."

There was one thing that caught my eye, and it was a book on my table labeled 'Creatures and I'. I found myself reaching for it and opening it to read.