(EP.441)# 2
441 – Heredity #2
“Is your forehead too hot? Not like my son.”
The nymph Trish’s hands were very cool and soft.
It felt so similar to the feeling I remembered that what had been tangled in the corner of my heart was melting away.
Of course, he didn’t show it outwardly.
silkygoat was the goat. cry
Now is the time to make up your mind.
You can’t do anything with a soft heart.
So I pulled my face back before the nymph Trish made me like a hard-boiled egg.
Those slender fingers eventually moved away from me.
said Trish.
“You seem to have suffered a lot.”
“How do you know that?”
It was the words that came out of my mouth, but it was a rude tone that surprised even myself. Do children who have entered the rebellion period feel this way?
It’s not like puberty came too late. But I couldn’t help it.
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Can I summarize the many things I’ve done so far in one word, ‘You seem to have gone through a lot of hardship’?
on a topic I am not familiar with.
Of course, I knew that thinking like this was wild and uncool.
I’ve tried many ways to calm my heart, but Bael, who has grown into a huge one, is exhausted and doesn’t eat my emotions.
ㅡHyo… .
I must be tired of chasing grasshoppers. I can’t help it.
Thanks to this, I had to accept and organize my feelings on my own. What comes to mind in me is a sense of loss and longing, as well as dishonest mischief and mischief.
Other than that, the emotions I was experiencing for the first time in my life came up like bubbles rising from the deep sea, but I turned my head away and turned away.
Then Trish said.
“You don’t have a mother?”
“No, what?”
It felt like my hair was standing on end.
Do you usually ask questions like this so straight forward? Am embarrassed. I’m not sure if I should answer this question or not.
Were you trying to insult me?
I said more bluntly.
“Who in the world does not have a mother? I must have been born because someone gave birth to me. I don’t understand why you’re asking such a rude question.”
Then Trish, the nymph, lightly picked her little finger through her short, pointed ears and spoke as if nothing had happened.
“Just giving birth doesn’t make you a mother.”
“… … .”
“That’s my mother. It was a very big centipede. Believe it? Did I grow up in the hands of a centipede as big as a tree?”
“centipede?”
“Yeah, that’s a lot of legs and a disgusting centipede! Because that was my mom! Of course, if I said it was creepy, I would be very scolded. But how do you do something disgusting?”
big centipede… . There was something flashing through my mind. It is Angala, a giant spirit creature that I met in the witch forest.
Was Trish the nymph also related to the centipede Angala?
I remembered the story of a time when Solomon was still called a great wizard before becoming a demon king, and he brought the body of a dead nymph to visit the centipede Angala.
But even Angala, who was called the Goddess, said that the dead could not be brought back to life.
Solomon was told that he thought Angala was deceiving him, attacked her and wounded her, and then fled.
That centipede Angala is the mother of the nymph Trish-Beatrice.
How the hell did this happen?
I had a lot of questions. However, without me even asking questions, Trish the nymph puts out things that I didn’t even ask.
“by the way. am i a nymph Mom is a big centipede. No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think she’s actually my real mother.”
sound natural. I wanted to say that, but I was just silent.
Trish continued his words, whether he was hoping for my answer or not.
“So I was a little crooked. I thought my real mother was somewhere in the world other than the big and scary centipede. Thinking of me back then… .”
Blue eyes stare into the air. I could easily notice that the nymph was recalling her past in the air.
“I was just like you. Anything you can see is arguing with you. without mom or dad. I thought I was the only one in the world to trust.”
* * *
The nymph Trish quickly realized that she was a little different from the rest.
Because she and her mother, Angala, are not very similar. Even if it wasn’t, Trish kept falling apart because she was a nymph with sensitive sensibility.
-I’m going to find my real mother… !
After such harsh words, Trish chose to live alone. Of course, there were many difficult and difficult things that made me want to go back again.
I will never go back until I find my real mother. With that in mind, I spent days, months, and years outside.
She knew that the wool Angala was looking for her, but well, it was a bit like going back. I don’t know what kind of face I should face when I go back.
Because we’ve been away for quite some time, my feelings for my mother are mixed up. I don’t know if that’s why, but life was getting better and better, but it was empty.
Somewhere, a corner of my heart is not filled. No matter how wonderful a waterfall, seeing flowers in spring or picking fruits in autumn. Even after several winters passed and spring returned, the hunger was not satisfied at all.
I met him just when I was at my most uptight.
– Hey, there you are.
For a moment, I thought my ears were wrong. There is a guy who talks freely to Trish, a nymph who has become the owner of the forest because of his violence here and there.
– Are you talking about me?
-Yes, you. Nymph sitting on a tree. I didn’t expect to see nymphs in a place like this, but it’s amazing. So, there’s something I want to ask you.
– Is there anything you want to ask me?
-I am a traveler. Where do I have to go to get to the city of Gargata?
The guy was a man. Age is… I do not know.
Trish, who lived in a forest full of spiders, centipedes, ogres, wolves, and terrible monsters, was a very strange person.
he was human
It seems that the humans Trish had seen were mostly the types of humans with thick beards and haggard faces that were dirtier and dirtier than the beasts, called ‘Exiles’ or ‘Fugitives’.
However, the man in front of him was a little different. He’s tall and has a splendid appearance.
And above all, it looked pretty strong. The nymph Trish decided to be grumpy as always, thinking that it would be a good way to unwind the enemy and emptiness.
-City Gargata? can you tell me If you win against me! Nymph reigns!
-What… !?
After all, all the guys who came from over that big wall were dumbfounded. This guy shouldn’t be bored for an hour or so. I thought so.
However, contrary to the expectations of the nymph Trish, the battle with the man lasted from one hour to two hours. From half day to half day. It got longer and longer from one to two days, and even after a week, we couldn’t see the match.
A fist that breaks rocks.
Kicking up the waterfall doesn’t work either. The man was stronger than expected, and he used a strange magic called ‘magic’ to avoid Trish’s attack.
eventually a draw.
-Even if I only wrote dictation. I wouldn’t have been able to compete with someone like you… !
Trish collapsed in exhaustion and shouted. The man – Then why didn’t he use it? asks calmly. Trish called out.
-You don’t know!
Although the skills learned from Angala were not used at all with long tenacity and rebellion. There was no need to explain that to the man.
‘Now is the time I miss… .’
Trish escaped from the flashback.
It’s a long forgotten memory.
It has been several years since the man left him.
When I think of those memories, I suddenly miss the happiest time in my life, so these are the memories I deliberately buried deep inside.
the days of that time.
Why do memories that even you have forgotten come to mind so suddenly? Trish asked herself. The answer is probably because the name was called.
Beatrice.
His real name, which only one person in the world had known. When it was called from this half-elf, the nymph Trish was faced with a bitter longing.
‘What the hell is this guy? How did you know my name?’
I feel like I’ve known him for a very long time. Tao Gospel. It’s the first time I’ve heard the name, but the face seems somehow familiar.
‘This guy also resembles that guy. Have you ever had a lover beyond the wall? So you were talking about me?’
silkygoat was the goat. cry
No, he wouldn’t have been that kind of person.
On the one hand, it reminded me of myself, who had a fight with my mother Angala a long time ago and vomited. That’s why we even talk about useless things for nothing.
Is it because the blood of the same fairy flows?
Or is it because he is a half-elf like his son?
“Hey… !”
Then I heard my son scream.
Turning his head, he saw his son trembling, surrounded by several girls. I don’t know what was going on, but I was about to turn my head, thinking that I should go quickly.
“there.”
* * *
“Hey… !”
A familiar scream was heard from the little half-elf. Soon, Mirna, very angry, can be heard screaming.
“Liiones, what do you do if you pinch the cheeks of a sleeping child!”
“No, stop like a habit… .”
Did Elgar pinch the half-elf’s cheek? It’s my mood, but I feel like my cheeks are tingling for nothing. Trish, the nymph, shook his head as if the scream had reached his ear.
He’s probably going to visit his son.
“there.”
Then my mouth opened and I let out a random sound. I thought it would be nice to say something to her. Even I was surprised by the fact that my mouth was making noises at will.
I didn’t think Trish would stop hearing my son’s screams. Surprisingly, Trish stopped walking and looked at me.
“… … .”
He didn’t say anything, but if he had something to say, it was as if he had to do it quickly. A short chance to tell her anything. I opened my mouth slowly.
“What would you do?”
“me?”
“If, in order to save that child. What would you do if a lot of people might be sacrificed?”
“If it’s my country, do it. Because it’s someone else. It’s not part time. The feeling of having to watch a sick child. The feeling of not being able to do anything is terrifying.”
“… … .”
“But, a man I knew wouldn’t do it. Because he has a surprisingly savvy side.”
With those words, Trish went to her young son. I looked at her back as she moved away and pondered for a moment.
Then, after contemplating a brief but eternity of time, he finally came to a conclusion.
“Everyone, I want you to listen to me.”