The Lord Just Wants to Have Fun

Mau was dumbfounded.
Wasting points on something so useless—what a waste!

But Philip remained unfazed.

“You think golf clubs are a joke? If you hit someone properly with one, they’re done for.”

“And weren’t you the one who told me to live however I wanted? To enjoy a luxurious noble life? This is part of that, so what’s the problem?”

“Then I’ll make it popular.”

Spreading golf and making money at the same time—two birds with one stone.

But the real reason he made a golf club wasn’t for luxury.
When he was young, Kang Hyunsoo had learned golf.

‘Back then, I used to go to golf courses with my dad all the time…’

Taught by his father, Hyunsoo was once considered a golf prodigy.
But after his parents passed away and the family fell into financial ruin, he had to quit.
Still, he never completely let go of it. Even after moving to the countryside, he would occasionally go to a small driving range and practice his swings.

“This is amazing, though. I just made it instantly like that.”

It didn’t have stainless steel or carbon like a proper golf club from Earth, but there was no need for complicated forging, processing, or heat treatment.
There was no better cheat skill than this.

It might just be the perfect skill for his hobbies.

“The original Philip never used this even once?”

Since this world had strict class distinctions, nobles who received the blessing of the blacksmith god Eldir were often scorned by their peers.
They were seen as people who were meant to be born as commoners but somehow ended up as nobles.

“Tsk, he should’ve just accepted his fate.”

Philip clicked his tongue.

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Mau clapped his front paws together.

“What? Are you crazy? I already hate that I got dragged here. Why would I do something so exhausting?”

“You do it, then.”

He had no interest in being like the protagonists in cliché fantasy novels who established their own kingdoms.
However, now that he had accepted life as a lord, he didn’t want his territory to be wiped out by war or monster invasions either.

That was why he had wanted to arm his soldiers with modern weapons.

‘If I can’t get the best, I’ll settle for the next best thing. I’ll make flintlocks or muskets later.’

Even just that would drastically increase the military strength of his domain.

That was a task for later, though. For now, since he had a golf club, he might as well play a round.

Philip summoned his steward and instructed him to prepare a golf course in an unused field or empty pasture.
Not a full-fledged course, but a simple layout where the ground was leveled and holes were made for easier play.

Meanwhile, he practiced his swings indoors.

Philip nodded without hesitation.

“Nope, not doing it.”

“Hey, isn’t Eldir the god of blacksmiths? Why should I do something only the god of war would like?”

The war god, Valian, had a vast following, backed by nobles and knights.

Moreover, according to Laterran’s mythology, Valian frequently took weapons crafted by Eldir under the pretext of fighting the demon gods.
And despite all that, he never even bothered to thank him. Worse still, he even stole the goddess Eldir had loved.

In short, Eldir was Valian’s pushover.

“If I were Eldir, I wouldn’t do a damn thing to help that war-mongering bully.”

The moment Philip finished speaking, a new translucent scroll appeared before his eyes.

[Eldir is deeply moved by your understanding of his heart.]
[You have been granted 500 points.]

Philip smirked and flaunted the message in Mau’s face.

“See? Even Eldir agrees with me.”

Mau had no counterargument.

But then, another scroll appeared.

Unlike the first one, this one was a different color.

[Valian is displeased by your blasphemous remarks.]

[If you do not quickly offer an apology and tribute, calamity will befall those around you.]

“Wow… he’s really a bully. So he threatens people just for talking back?”

That was a relief.

Philip decided then and there that no matter what Valian said, he would just ignore him and focus on his swing practice.

*****

A Few Days Later – East of the Lord’s Manor

Near the border with the neighboring Viscounty of Mirabeau, there was a pasture covered with low shrubs and grass.
Normally, this was a grazing area where hundreds of sheep from a nearby ranch roamed.
But today, a group of unfamiliar visitors had taken over the space.

Among them was none other than Lord Philip and his attendants.

“My lord, what brings you here?”

The one who spoke was Terry, a knight serving as Philip’s escort.
Terry was the eldest son of Carpenter. Unlike his burly father, he had a rather handsome face.
Despite being only 21, he was already at the Expert Beginner level and capable of wielding aura.

“Just here to get some exercise.”

“If that’s the case, I could give you some sword training instead.”

When nobles felt restless, they usually practiced martial arts or went hunting.
But the original Philip had disliked both, preferring magic instead.

Hyunsoo, as a history and military enthusiast, had some interest in medieval combat styles, but he was content just watching—he had no intention of learning them himself.

“Sir Terry, are you suggesting sword training as an excuse to wear me out?”

“…That is not my intention, my lord.”

“Either way, I have no plans to train in swordsmanship, so just keep that in mind.”

Terry had never been fond of Philip.
The former lord had been timid and easily manipulated by the head administrator, Robert.
But lately, Philip had changed—he had boldly dismissed Robert and had started engaging in more outdoor activities.

‘Still, who knows when he’ll go back to his old self? I should keep watching for now…’

Philip, oblivious to Terry’s thoughts, set up a tee at a good location and placed a handcrafted wooden golf ball on top.

Normally, golf balls were made from rubber and plastic, but those materials didn’t exist in this world.
So Philip had a carpenter craft balls from the most elastic wood available.

TWHACK!

Swinging the club, Philip struck the ball with a satisfying sound.

However, it didn’t travel as far as he expected.

‘Well, of course. The materials for both the club and the ball are different from Earth. I can’t expect the same distance.’

Still, just being able to play golf in a fantasy world was already a win.

“Nice shot, my lord!”

Helen clapped her hands in praise.
Philip had briefly explained golf etiquette to her the day before, and she hadn’t forgotten it.

Philip shrugged smugly.

After hitting a few more balls, he noticed Terry watching him intently.

He handed the knight the club.

“Want to give it a try?”

“Me? I wouldn’t dare…”

“It’s fine. This kind of game is more fun when played together.”

After some hesitation, Terry accepted the club and mimicked Philip’s stance.

TWHAAAAACK!

A massive sound rang out, making Philip wonder if the ball had shattered.
Instead, it flew much farther than any of his shots.

‘Of course… muscle monster.’

A knight who had trained in swordsmanship and endurance every day since childhood was naturally going to be strong.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Terry’s ball rolled straight into the hole.

“Oh! Hole-in-one!”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Of course! The fewer shots it takes to sink the ball, the better.”

“I see. It’s similar to Pagnica.”

“Pagnica? What’s that?”

“An elven game where you hit a leather ball with a stick and try to land it in a box.”

It seemed this world had its own version of golf.

Having completed the first round, Philip moved to the next location.

Without a golf cart, they had to ride horses, but that wasn’t a problem—Philip’s original body had learned horseback riding.

At the new location, they began the second round.

This time, Terry went first.

TWHACK!

As they watched the ball soar through the air, Philip and Helen’s eyes widened in shock.

“Wow, my lord! Sir Terry got another hole-in-one!”

“Lucky guy. Two in a row, huh? But Helen, why are you so excited? You’re not the one who hit it.”

Helen blushed, which was unusual for her, and stammered a reply.

“W-well, it’s because Sir Terry is doing so well…”

Philip clicked his tongue.

“It’s all luck. Beginner’s streak, I’m telling you.”

But it wasn’t just luck.

In the third round, Terry landed yet another hole-in-one.

Philip was speechless.

“D-damn, Sir Terry, you’re good.”

“I just applied the same technique I use for archery—judging the distance and calculating the wind.”

‘That’s even more impressive for a beginner!’

Philip, once a golf prodigy on Earth, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

“By the way, my lord, where did you learn this game of golf?”

“Uh… it’s an ancient imperial game. I once saw the headmaster of the academy try to recreate it.”

Philip smoothly lied, passing golf off as an ancient sport from a lost civilization.

Wanting to shake things up, he invited Helen to join, making it a three-way match.

Unfortunately, Helen had no talent for golf.

She sent the ball flying in the wrong direction.

“Ah! My ball landed in the pond!”

“Haha, that’s a penalty. You just take a stroke and continue.”

After explaining the rule, Philip took his shot. His ball soared over a nearby hill.

When he climbed over for his second shot, his face contorted in disgust.

Unlike the lush grass elsewhere, this field was patchy, with animal droppings scattered all over.

And right in the middle of it—Philip’s golf ball.

“No, I didn’t—”

Squish!

Mau had suddenly popped out to mock him, making Philip take a step back—right into a fresh pile.

“Shut up! Get lost, you stupid furball!”

Philip swung his golf club at Mau, who fled, cackling.

With his mood thoroughly ruined, he turned to his companions with a frown.

“Wasn’t this field supposed to be unused? And why are the pastures in such bad shape? Didn’t the shepherds manage the grazing properly?”

“I’ll find out right away.”

Terry rode off to the ranch and soon returned with the head shepherd.

The shepherd immediately kneeled, looking distressed.

“My lord, we are not the ones who ruined the pasture.”

“Then who did?”

“The shepherds from the neighboring Mirabeau Viscounty have been driving their flocks onto our land…”

Apparently, the Viscount of Mirabeau had recently increased his number of sheep.

The problem was that he didn’t have enough pasture to support them.

“So they’re letting their sheep graze on our land, eating the grass down to the roots, and leaving behind a mess?”

“Yes, my lord. We’ve complained multiple times, but they won’t listen. They even claim this land is theirs…”

Hearing that, Philip frowned.

It reminded him of a certain island dispute back on Earth—where some island-nation politicians kept insisting another country’s land belonged to them.

The shepherd pleaded.

“Please, my lord, settle this boundary issue with Mirabeau. If this continues, our own sheep will starve.”

Philip nodded.

“Understood. I’ll take care of it.”

He immediately mounted his horse and headed back to the manor.

His mood was already ruined, but more importantly, he wasn’t about to let them steal his land.

Especially not when that land was supposed to become his golf course.

‘…Oh-ho. You dare interfere with my golf plans?’