108. No, maybe yesterday.
Today, the mother left. No, maybe yesterday. I do not know.
Vargo hid the storybook he managed to find in the ruined house so that the monsters behind him could not see it. To him, it was smaller than a fingernail. It is so fragile that if you give it strength, it will break at any moment.
However, that was the only memory left for Vargo. He didn’t even know how to read, and an old children’s book that he couldn’t even open because it was afraid it would be torn apart by the giant’s clumsy hands.
[Are you doing directions correctly? If you are wrong, know that the rest of your eyes will be plucked out.]
“Why do you keep scaring the poor kid!”
I heard the voices of the monsters chattering happily behind my back. Virgo was hesitant even as he moved with heavy steps. Is it really okay to be like this?
However, I wanted to believe in another small person who resembles a small but big person. Vargo was clueless, but he knew that once a mother abandoned her calf, she would never pick it up again.
He couldn’t think of anything else. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t find a small but big guy, except he hopes another little guy like him will find a clue.
“uuu, put it right and don’t lie….”
So, despite being harshly abused and ridiculed, Vargo quietly moved on. As a child, he headed towards the iron nest in which he grew up.
I had almost no memories of my days as a monster. He only vaguely recalls his brothers who had more eyes than other Cyclops and the back of his mother who felt threatened and abandoned her.
While wandering aimlessly in the woods, he accidentally encountered a small man with white fur. Starving Vargo attacked the girl, but was horribly overpowered.
‘Well, good. It’s sturdy, I like it.’
‘Wow? Wow?’
However, instead of killing Vargo, the white man captured him and took him to a strange place. In a nest that people made of steel, located underground under the forest.
I didn’t know that the place was an underground facility of the Dark Church. People planted something black in the eyes of the young Vargo, who was imprisoned behind bars, and with the dark stigma, the seed of intellect awoke.
However, accepting the memories of the dead inevitably had several side effects. The monster’s demonic nature and still fragile personality were mixed, and Vargo had nightmares every night.
‘Guu, guuu…
‘Oh, why is this young cyclops like this?’
‘Ah, my queen. It is a natural phenomenon that occurs in the process of establishing the stigma of darkness. If you leave it alone, it will gradually get better.’
‘Oh, I feel sorry for him even though he seems young.’
From that day on, at night, when he suffered from nightmares, there was a shadow cast over the iron bars.
Since the size was originally made for giants, a small person could easily pass through the gap between the bars. Jumping lightly and climbing on his head, the little one would read a story to him.
I found out that it was reading the story in the book after Vargo’s intellect settled down a little more. But even when his monster instincts were strong, Vargo loved to be told.
‘Today is the same story. Are you fine?’
‘Gwu?’
‘Well, I don’t seem to be able to understand.’
Even now, when his intelligence as a human being was fully established, Vargo could not understand the story the little man was telling him. However, the voice that read something softly was just as good.
Occasionally, a hand thumps his hair while reading a book. Even though it is much smaller than him, it is also a powerful force that can easily subdue him. The person taking care of Vargo was small but big.
When he listened to the story of a small but big man with his hundred eyes closed, he would think of his mother who abandoned him when he was a child. And just like his mother did.
‘Burgo, you are now free.’
‘What is it? A small but big man, where are you going?’
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A small but big man also abandoned him.
‘······Well, you may not understand, but I will explain. This project turned out to be a failure. It’s good to have increased stability, but because of that, even the runaway code doesn’t work properly. Well, what can I do?’
Of course, Vargo couldn’t understand what the other person was muttering. However, the meaning was conveyed to the bone. He is abandoned again.
‘Go.’
‘Let’s go together…’
‘Quickly. I decided to scrap the project’s failure now?’
A small but large man tied a bundle around his forearm and hung it. It was full of his belongings. Things that don’t really matter.
It’s not necessary, but I’ve started to cover it up, and the hardened bird droppings that have flown from outside the bars. A pretty stone gift from one of the little ones. And an old children’s book.
‘But, even those guys will turn a blind eye to this level of whim. Go now Before I change my mind.’
Small but tall, she was still small, but the power she radiated was greater than that of Vargo, who had grown into a full-grown adult. Eventually, Vargo, pushed by the force, hesitated, then turned and ran away into the woods.
A lot of time has passed since then. Seeing that the steel nest stopped being popular and weeds started to grow little by little, Vargo gave up, but he still stayed there.
The territorial instincts of top predators. When memories fade and waiting becomes a habit. One day, Vargo felt his dark stigma weeping.
‘A small but big man… Has returned?’
There was no basis or logic, but the longing clearly came back. Vargo broke his long life in the realm and started wandering aimlessly in search of a small but big man.
Without even dreaming that it was an accident that happened when the ‘baptized one’ who had control over the stigma of darkness was killed by a party of warriors.
*
Vargo was horribly slow. No, what However, since it has a basic size, it moves quite quickly just by taking a big step.
Compared to the original speed of cream or chocolate, it was frustrating. However, no matter how creamy it is, I can’t run with a big thing like that, so I have to match the speed.
So until late at night, we couldn’t reach our destination that Vargo was guiding us to. He said it was a place where he lived with a small but big man.
“Heo Eok, Heo Eok…. How about taking a break for a while?”
[What is it, are you tired already?]
“Have you been running non-stop for hours already!”
[What? Are you mad at me now?]
“Oh, no.”
It’s nice to see the look of bewilderment on Fieren’s skinny face. While I was feeling proud for no reason, Vargo, who had been staggering along, collapsed.
“Apply and die….”
If Whiren or the Bishop of the Moon was whining, she was going to just throw it away, but it was inevitable because it spread to the guide. Eventually we stopped and set up camp.
Of course, it was only Whiren and the Bishop of the Moon who prepared the camp. Cream has a movable bed called Choco, and although she made a house after putting it on, she was basically a monster, so it didn’t matter where she slept.
So we tried to sleep, but…
[What.]
I couldn’t sleep because Vargo glanced at us, more precisely at the cream. No matter how indifferent Cream is, he can’t be calm with dozens of blinking eyes looking at him.
Before the uneasy Cream went mad, I quickly put a stop to it. Vargo hesitated when I sent a mental wave, showing a lot of discomfort.
“Small but big, he always read children’s books.”
What can I say? I wanted to spit it out like a chimney, but as a benevolent and gentle person, I spoke kindly to him.
[Stop talking bullsh*t.]
[Could it be that the monster asked me to read a storybook?]
The Holy Sword also showed an absurd reaction. It’s not a baby monster, and judging from its size, it’s already grown up a long time ago. At our reaction, the giant’s bald head turned red with shame.
“Yes.”
And Cream nodded without hesitation. No, what is it?
When I think about it, it seems that Cream did not refuse any small requests and did everything. What is it, was our warrior actually a good person?
While I was causing cognitive dissonance, Vargo, whose face brightened at Cream’s words, carefully rummaged through the product and pulled out an old, scruffy book. That’s another deal I brought.
Jjijik.
“·······.”
And, the moment Cream received the book from the giant, the old book was torn as it was. The yellowed pages fluttered, and the giant’s scream rang through them.
“uuu! My last memory is dead! Dead!”
When he started to rampage, Cream panicked and hit Vargo with a punch. Even if it wasn’t so, it hadn’t been long since Cream had ripped out his eye, so how would it be to shock it with the power of a hero?
Of course, the cream healed, but since Virgo’s eyes were also used as ritual sacrifices, natural recovery was impossible. He fainted, foaming at the indescribable pain.
“What, what is it?”
[No big deal.]
Vargo shouted so much that it was enough to wake the sleeping Bishop of Firen and Moon. I shook my hand roughly at them and turned my head.
Hmm, I canceled what I thought was a nice person for a moment. To subdue an opponent by giving a series of shocks to the mind and body. It was vicious like our master… No, it was a great skill.
“It’s unfair.”
For some reason, Cream muttered with a grinier face than usual, but the truth that it was Cream who committed all these atrocities did not change.
Still, since I passed out, I don’t need to read a fairy tale anyway, right? Besides, when I sneaked a peek at the cream, the outer cover was intact, but the inside was already rotten and unrecognizable.
[Still, wouldn’t it be nice if I could help you a little?]
[What, are you serious?]
It was Muffin, not anyone else, who said that. As I vomited her consternation, she tilted her head as if there was something wrong with her.
······It’s not something I’m going to say, but I want you to refrain from sending such gestures to the mind. Occasionally a misinterpretation can lead to catastrophe, but Muffin’s mental waves were particularly difficult to accept.
[Think of it as helping a poor child.]
[The child I know isn’t this big, and doesn’t even have a hundred eyes?]
[Is appearance important to anything? If you’re lost and wandering, you’re all children.]
[Yeah, even if you put that dog sh*t philosophy in, the book looks like that, so how?]
The only thing recognizable is the outer cover, presumably taken care of by a giant. White stranger. It was a very unintuitive title for a fairy tale.
[Don’t worry. I know the contents.]
[What?]
[It doesn’t matter if I tell you directly, but it seems that the child wants to hear directly from Cream.]
Is it because the ‘small but big person’ that Vargo was talking about resembles Cream? The reason why I have such pure white hair is that I have only seen cream in hundreds of years.
[Are you crazy? Why do we…
“Read it, I’ll give it to you.”
No, really! When I looked at Cream, Cream, feeling my gaze, tilted its head and opened its mouth.
“Why. Carvaldo, do you read a children’s book?”
That’s not it! Who do you see as a child with a big body like that white-eyed person? Tired of arguing, I mumbled exhausted.
Cream tends to do what I ask of her, but once she’s stuck with something, no persuasion works. I don’t know what I was hooked on this time again.
[Ehh, yes. Do whatever you want.]
Because you are stubborn.