109. The White Stranger
On the first day, Cream solved the problem by putting Vargo to sleep by force, but he couldn’t do that on the second day either.
Vargo started begging her to read the storybook again, as if she hadn’t learned anything from yesterday’s pain. Under the inexplicable support of Cream and Muffin, she started reading her storybook.
“Once upon a time, a very long time ago. There was a small town whose name was even forgotten.”
Then, Cream picked up a half-dead storybook and started reading it with Muffin’s support. It wasn’t just me. The holy sword, the chocolate, and other trash.
Everyone looked at Cream in amazement. No, that’ll be too.
[What is it? Who are you!]
“Huh?”
[There’s no way our cream could speak so perfectly!]
Cream’s way of speaking calmly starts to read a storybook, or more precisely, the way she speaks, exhaling the radio waves that Muffin shot at her in place of the torn storybook!
It’s too ordinary, too ordinary! What the heck i’m scared It was more like reading a Korean book than reading a fairy tale to a child, but it was the most normal of all Cream’s words I’ve ever seen.
“What?”
[No, that. Would you like to read the fairy tale again?]
“Once upon a time, very, very long, ago, forgotten, small, world, one, there was, was there?”
But Cream herself didn’t seem to notice the difference. It’s different, it’s so different! It seems that the way of speaking and the contents have changed slightly.
Although her pronunciation is usually straight, and her voice is not very noticeable because she has a sweet voice, Cream’s tone is quite clumsy. It should be said that the words do not connect from word to word and are cut off.
But the moment before was so natural! Except for being overly emotionless, I thought it was something the voice actor said. Certainly, even if it was a voice I had always heard, it was new again to hear it like this.
[Will you not disturb me while reading the children’s book?]
[No, am I the only one who feels strange? ······Eh, I knew it once.]
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“Continue reading? Huh. There lived a black wolf with a very bad temper in that little town.”
Seeing that I couldn’t hear Muffin’s words, she must have sent a personal mental wave. Cream recited fairy tales in a clear voice that made it hard to remember her usual stutter.
Come to think of it, that guy was surprisingly fluent in languages. I am not a citizen of the empire, but I speak the standard imperial language that does not mix with any local dialect, and I have even interpreted an ancient language that I do not know.
What is he really like? It is also the case that he freely uses divine techniques while claiming that he has not received any training in the Great War. Actually, that has nothing to do with the hero’s ability.
A long time ago, a long time ago. There was a small town whose name was even forgotten.
In that small town there lived a black wolf with a very bad temper.
Anyway, Cream didn’t care what I was thinking and was reading the fairy tale clearly. Choco, you seem to have no idea whatsoever.
The Holy Sword seemed to have doubts like me, but he wasn’t as brazen as I was, so he chose to keep his mouth shut. Vargo and the rest were excitedly listening to Cream’s story.
No, Vargo. Even if you think of them as small children with big bodies, they are all grown up noblemen… Say it, say it.
The black wolf always harassed the villagers.
But the black wolf’s power was so strong that people couldn’t resist him.
Then one day, a white stranger appeared who claimed to be a friend of the black wolf.
With the contents of the fairy tale flowing in one ear, I was lost in thought.
Cream was speaking normally. However, to be precise, that’s not what she’s actually saying. It just follows the mental waves that Muffin sends.
When I asked her to read the same part of her again, her cream stuttered as usual. Come to think of it, it was like that last time too. Even at that time, she fluently copied the spirit wave of the Cream Silver Holy Sword.
The white stranger went around saying that the black wolf wasn’t as bad as he thought, and that he would be able to make friends with him. Her villagers, of course, ignored her.
However, the white stranger never lost his smile. Her smile made people open their hearts one by one.
There is no problem with Cream’s ability to speak the language itself. Rather, she even accumulated quite extensive knowledge in her language. What’s the problem.
Not the ability to speak, but the ability to create words. It’s just that her values and judgment of good and evil are overly pure, but she is on the clever side of cream. As you can see from the fact that she mastered all three skills at such a young age.
However, only three of the villagers did not change her mind at the white stranger’s smile.
They always went around gossip where the black wolf wasn’t there, and they still ignored the white stranger. Then one day.
Late at night, three brothers came to the white stranger’s house to avoid the eyes of the black wolf.
But Cream found it difficult to speak. It’s not that she’s shy about talking, and it’s not that she can’t figure out what to say, she just.
The three brothers said to the white stranger.
I think we’ve been too mean to you all this time. The same goes for black wolves. As an apology, I want to give him a present. Can you help?
The pure white stranger smiled and nodded at their words.
As if the situation itself was still unfamiliar to her that she was not a listener but a speaker.
Pargo was dozing off. Just like the old legend that only stories and songs can make Argos’s hundred eyes closed, he, with the spirit of a child, could not overcome the Suma.
Firen and the Bishop of the Moon, who had been listening together, had already returned to their sleeping bags to sleep. Choco is by his side, but he doesn’t seem interested in the story itself.
The three brothers gave the white stranger a present.
This is a gift for our peace, why don’t you leave it in the black wolf’s lair? Oh, it’s a surprise, so make sure to visit him while he’s gone.
The white stranger took the white stake and headed for the black wolf’s lair.
The story continues even without a listener.
When the white stranger left the stake in the black wolf’s lair and came down, a scream echoed through the village.
Then the three brothers shouted. Wolf is dead! We defeated the evil black wolf!
People were delighted. They made the three brothers who defeated the black wolf that harassed the village their masters, and they all lived happily ever after.
A long time ago, everyone forgot about the white stranger who talked about peace.
The fairy tale came to an end with quite unpleasant results. By then, Choco, who had finished transforming into a beast with Vargo, was already asleep. After all, who was this fairy tale for?
Even though there was no way she would feel tired after sitting that long, Cream got up and stretched out. She placed the muffin she was holding lightly on the back of Choco’s sleeping nose.
“How was it?”
Quietly, Cream asked. It’s Muffin. After telling all the contents of the fairy tale, he was silent as usual, and the holy sword was also asleep.
[Huh? A fairy tale?]
I was the only one left. At my words, Cream nodded.
[Is it okay? Rather than usual…]
“Carbal, silver, fairy tales, yes, do, yes.”
The conclusion is strange. Cream, who returned to his usual somewhat stammering tone, reached out his hand to pull me out and hugged me as it was. I was terrified and cried out.
[Hey! Hey! Sheath!]
“Yes.”
And then, Cream lay flat on top of the already asleep Choco. It was fortunate that there were no scars because it felt like I was hugging her just slightly, rather than hugging her tightly like last time.
“As expected, I like to talk rather than to listen. Therefore.”
But Cream ignored all of my nagging and started talking nonsense.
“Listen to me later.”
[What?]
“Carbal, world, story. Interesting, there are a lot of things.”
[Okay. Well, because I like talking.]
Me and Cream are both my way, but I enjoyed influencing others while Cream was indifferent to those around her and only acted on her own will.
If Cream is a celadon, then I am a speaker. But, well, changing roles from time to time.
[Not bad.]
“Yes.”
Cream, unable to overcome my nagging, eventually wrapped herself in a sheath and hugged me. Of course, all I could feel was the feel of the scabbard, and sleeping while hugging a piece of metal would of course be uncomfortable.
Cream only tossed and turned for a moment, then smiled and closed her eyes.
“Good night.”
[Yes, sleep well.]
Thinking back, this is the first time I’ve exchanged good night with Cream.
I watched Cream’s breathing grow quiet. ‘Cause I don’t sleep As always, I have no choice but to quietly wait for the morning by myself.
The night when I couldn’t hear any voices anymore was somehow lonely.