290. Ugly Parents
“hahahahaha! “I’m back!”
Even with her cage in front of him, Goben immediately goes to Iluania and hugs her.
She was Illuania, who looked embarrassed by the fierce yet active greeting, but he seemed to have read her mood and hugged her carefully.
“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”
Darius looks a bit displeased when he sees Goben, who doesn’t even say hello to him, who can be said to be the master of North Sweden.
“It’s a reunion in a way. “Just look.”
“Hmm.”
Fortunately, thanks to Deia’s help, she just cleared her throat and moved on.
After saying hello to Iluania, Goben came to us and bowed his head.
“I’m back. Thank you for taking charge of Iluania.”
Thank you for taking charge of it.
That one word informed Goben and Iluania’s future plans.
“Yes, you had a hard time.”
“Yes! This time, I was lucky enough to receive another request on my way back! “This is rare, but thanks to this, I made more money than I expected!”
If it were in the past.
If it had been before he left for the Clark Republic, it would have sounded like he meant to make Iluania happy.
I don’t know why, but now he just looks like a rich guy who wants to show off the little money he has earned.
[…] ….]
Also.
Disgustingly, the souls clinging to Goben and the carriage. They were clinging to each other against their will, longing for something.
[It’s like a zombie. This is how low-level corpse magicians handle corpses.]
I also agreed with the dark spirit’s words. A product of violence that does not think like a zombie but acts based on instinct and desire.
Even though they are souls, they are all haggard and their tongues seem stiff, unable to speak properly and only let out faint moans.
[Ah, what on earth happened.]
Stella, with tears in her eyes, carefully folds her hands together and prays.
However, it was not prayer or the gospel of God that could satisfy their thirst.
While I was looking at the souls clinging to the carriage, Darius invited Iluania and Goben to a meal.
He said he would prepare a small celebration party for Iluania, who would now be retiring as her maid.
“It’s lunch time now, so spend the day at the mansion. “I will prepare a nice meal for you in the evening.”
“Thank you.”
Goben straightens his shoulders and smiles. A lot of people have changed in just one week.
Everyone leaves and I am the last to walk.
Stella stayed behind, saying she wanted to offer her prayers.
[What are you going to do with that?]
A dark spirit sneakily approaches and asks. It seemed like she didn’t really know what state those souls were in.
[Simple black magic cannot destroy it that much. I think that something like mental magic or the devil may have been involved.]
It was quite reasonable.
Although he is a necromancer, he is a dark spirit who could not see all souls during his lifetime, so he probably does not know such types.
“No, it’s not like that.”
However, I have encountered such spirits once in the Clark Republic. They gather together in one place and move around together.
“You too have seen people like that. “It’s just that there were so many souls at that time that we couldn’t find them.”
[Yes?]
The Clark Republic at the time was a place where an enormous number of dead people roamed around.
“Huh.”
A deep sigh is exhaled.
Iluania and Seville.
I know that I get a bit sensitive when it comes to things related to these two people.
Maybe that’s why, beyond disappointment, a bit of despair weighs on my shoulders.
I hoped that the man named Goben would not let go of the changes that had come to him.
Iluani Awa Sebiara wanted to pour all her love and affection into her mother and daughter.
Even if the meeting and beginning were not desirable.
I wanted it to be my goal in life.
But only a week.
In just one week, Goben’s goal changed. He got a new opportunity and changed again.
“Those souls… ….”
You can see the back of Goben’s head, who is walking with Iluania behind Darius.
I spoke in a voice dripping with mixed emotions.
“These are people whose souls have been contaminated by certain drugs.”
To put it simply, a drug addict.
Medicine monsters that have been damaged to the point where even their souls are polluted.
They mistakenly believe that they are experiencing withdrawal symptoms.
Even though that disappears when you become a soul, because you lived a life so drugged, that time continues even after death.
[Wait a minute. I have also seen the souls of people addicted to drugs. But it doesn’t break like that, does it?]
“Yeah, if it’s a regular drug, that’s true.”
You can look at Deius Verdi right now. He was a drug-addled man, but he did not seek drugs when he was in spirit.
“That’s not ordinary medicine. “It is a product made with great effort even in the Clark Republic, which produced its own drugs.”
When I visited the Clark Republic, I saw numerous souls while confronting Magan.
Among the countless secrets they whispered to me, this one was quite vicious.
“Golden flowers made at Flower Garden.”
A drug that destroys a person’s soul, made in a drug manufacturing village.
“An item that was believed to have disappeared into history with Magan’s death…… “I think I entered the front yard of the mansion.”
The reason why souls who died from addiction to golden flowers cling to the carriage and visit.
It was predictable without difficulty.
* * *
“Whoa, I’m tired.”
Entering the room given to him by the Verdi family, Goben relaxes his shoulders and sighs.
The relaxed expression contained a strange arrogance.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
When Iluania spoke, lowering her head, he smiled and nodded.
“Things went very well this time. Not only did I create a trading company, but I also created a new business partner. “I was very lucky.”
“I see, I’m glad.”
It wasn’t difficult to listen to the bragging. Because it was something she always did when Iluania stayed in her coffin.
Thinking like that, I suddenly wondered if this was really a family atmosphere.
A prostitute who provides services to paying customers.
Only the atmosphere in the room changed from then, but the behavior was similar.
“hahahaha, only a flowery path remains ahead. “My family, let’s go and live in a better city instead of North Wales.”
Iluania keeps her mouth shut. She personally did not want to leave North Whedon.
But she had a hard time resisting his offer, smiling brightly and saying that we were family.
“Oh my.”
Goben asked as he slammed down on the sofa he was sitting on without even noticing those feelings.
“Is there anyone in Colton’s gang that you can contact?”
“…… Yes?”
For a moment he thought he had heard wrong.
Colton.
When Iluania worked at Changgwan, wasn’t she the leader of a gang that ruled the area?
He was a man who did anything to make money, and mainly sold women and drugs.
Iluania was in charge of the women among them.
Illuania tried to ask what on earth that meant.
aaa!
Sebia’s cries resonate deeply. As if the child had woken up, Iluania approached her child with her quick steps.
“It’s okay. Are you okay.”
The crying is worse than usual and shows no signs of stopping.
“Why is he like this today?”
“Shall I watch?”
Goben stands up and approaches Sebia. He feels awkward, so he adds her explanation.
“As a father, I have to do at least these things.”
But the moment Goben hugs her, Sevilla starts crying even more violently.
Sebia cries for the room to leave. His panicked hands didn’t know what to do, and eventually Illuania took Seville again.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s awkward to hold someone at first.”
I felt a faint sense of friendliness from the sight of her holding Sebia as she hesitated.
She remembers that she was confused at first about how to hug Sebia like that.
In fact.
Illuania did not have much interest in Goben. To begin with, she was a prostitute.
She had long ago lost track of how to love a man, but she wanted to love endlessly and in her heart, she wanted a child.
“I’ll do my best from now on.”
Goben scratches the back of his head and speaks awkwardly. But there was sincerity in his eyes.
“The funeral director said so. “No matter what, I will make you and Seville happy.”
Rather, because of that.
She was uncomfortable with it to the extent that it was strange to know.
After excluding her own mind, there was nothing better than this.
In the end, Sevilla had a devoted father.
What else is important other than that?
* * *
“Whoa.”
After seeing Iluania and Goben enter the room, I returned to my room.
Darius and Deia are busy, saying they will throw a grand celebration party.
I, who was supposed to congratulate and help them the most, could not hide my mixed feelings.
“It’s sad.”
Yes, it was sad.
If I could shed tears, I felt like I wanted to.
Iluania and Seville.
I hoped that a happy future would come to her mother and daughter, for whom I was responsible.
Life wasn’t that easy.
The hope that came into my hands.
Is it because I witnessed a fleeting moment that turned into despair?
My heart became more bitter.
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[Just go and stop him!]
The dark spirit swung his fist around and expressed his opinion. Soho, who was lying next to her, is startled and turns her head to look at us.
[If you tell Iluania the truth, it’s obvious she won’t accept it!]
“Yes, that is correct.”
I think that’s good too.
It is not a good thing that the coachman who worked at Wellingson Company turned into a drug dealer.
[I agree.]
Stella also mourned the tragedy that would come to her with her hands clasped together.
She thought a family was created.
After her miraculous encounter, she was happy that it was time for everyone to be satisfied.
“Iluania must be having a hard time.”
She presses her itchy forehead and sighs.
In fact, Iluania knows that she does not love Goben very much.
But she hoped that Seville had a father for her.
A strong and trustworthy father who will always be by the girl’s side.
She needed a father like that.
“There is a possibility that Iluania will not accept it.”
Even if I tell her the whole truth, she might endure it for Seville’s sake.
Even if we say that it is not right, there is a possibility that our voices will not be heard.
Because she was a mother.
In any case, the justification for protecting the child had the potential to paralyze Iluania’s rational thinking.
“This is especially true if Goben is faithful to his family.”
[…] ….]
[That could be possible.]
She could have answered self-deprecatingly, saying that she was a woman who worked at a store anyway.
“Even if she is a bad father, she can think that what she has is better… ….”
But then.
“Nonsense!”
Jump up!
A voice rang from somewhere other than the three of us. In the center of the room, a monster girl whose tail had already grown to six was glaring at us.
“Soho?”
[Look, Boksil!]
Boksil?
Stella and I look at the Dark Spirit Temple at the same time. She told me not to give her a name, so why did she bother to give me a name?
Is that Boksil too?
“Don’t call me Bok-sil!”
Hearing Soho’s shout, the dark spirit covers his mouth with his hand with a shocked expression.
[Look, double vision!]
I look at Soho with half-crying eyes.
Soho glared at me and shouted.
“Is that right? She gives the kid such parents? “A drug smuggler who destroys people’s souls?”
“Are you finished acting as a monster?”
“… ….”
Soho purses his lips.
Looking at her appearance, she could tell why she couldn’t bear it.
To the extent that she even defeated the resolve of a girl who had decided to live as a youkai.
“Yes, it’s over.”
Soho said while brushing her hair.
“Seville? “She never really saw him.”
As much as she was hurting her own hurt, she also did not want anyone else to be hurt as much as her own.
“In the hands of poor parents…… “You shouldn’t leave your child in charge.”
One word mixed with tears contained sincerity.
A girl who has lived her whole life with parents called monsters.
He was hoping that no more victims like him would come forward.