At the Northern Fort

I don't know the face of my father in this world.

It's a little vague right after I was born, but I remembered something from my previous life at a week or two old, and the personality "I" was formed, and I have a solid memory.

But my mother was the only one who was always by my side, raising and protecting me. Until I went down the mountain and met the knights of the ship's eyes, my world consisted mainly of my mother and snow.

I've never wondered about my father before. Because my mother didn't touch the subject at all.

Or it didn't seem like it was a mine that I wouldn't touch because I didn't want to talk about it, and I really didn't care at all, or it felt like there was no such thing as such.

So I decided to throw away my human thoughts, too. In other words, the common sense that 'there are men and women, and as a result of doing that, children can do it' does not apply to the creation of a child of the Spirit.

The Spirit can give birth to one child. That was the conclusion I made when I lived a year and a bit as a spirit.

I don't remember the moment I was born, but I had such a fantastic image of the snow falling from the sky into my mother's hands, where my mother gave me her powers and the presence of me was made.

But it is.

”That statement" by the Spirit of Fire when I went to the King's Capital with my mother the other day.

Is that the kid with the "water”? You refused to have kids with me!

He did say that, and Mother never denied it.

Does ”water” mean water spirits? Is my father the Spirit of Water?

"Yes, after me, who?

When I sleep, I never ask my mother about my intentions in my dwelling. My mother now looks like a beautiful fox of silver. Hair is not as moffy and sassy as I am.

My mother looked harsh at me as I nodded at Sarah's chest hair.

"My parents were concubines. No father."

"... but he said one of the cheeks. A child with Mizu."

"Did you remember that?"

Mumbling like that a little surprised, my mother taught me quite a bit.

"If you go all the way from here to the southeast, you'll find water spirits living there. Indeed, the concubine gave birth to him."

Then Mother told me stories of spiritual child building and parenting, answering my questions. As for what toddlers hear before they fall asleep, it's a question of whether or not it's a bit.

To sum it up for me, it still seems I need to follow the same steps as a human being for the Spirit to make a child. They can't produce it alone.

So, my mother, who wanted a child, said it was her turn and that of the Spirit of the Water, which matches the self and nature of the snow - in this case, 'the turn' didn't mean to be a couple or anything, but just to spend the night together - and lodged me in my stomach.

So I was the half of the snow and water spirits? I thought so, but thank goodness that doesn't seem the same.

Human children are born by inheriting the genes of both father and mother, but the Spirit inherits only one nature. I happened to inherit the nature of snow on my mother, but she also said it was possible that she was born with the nature of water.

And if that were the case, I would have been taken to the Spirit of Water and raised as his heir. Break up with your mother as soon as you were born.

So, in this case, it was the mother who wanted the child, so if I, the first child, was ”water," she said she had another child and inherited the child. Because it seems that the second child is always born of a different nature than the first.

By the way, if the already bequeathed Spirit and Mother turn, a child seems to be born who inherited the nature of a hundred percent snow. The Spirit can only have one child.

Listening to your mother, she seems to have no romantic feelings at all with the Spirit of Water. Of course I don't even seem to hate it.

I wonder if the Spirit doesn't have the concept of husband and wife?

"I want to see you at home."

I looked up at my mother and said so.

It's not like I want to see you or anything. I don't want the Spirit of Water to do anything like a father, or to be adorable. I'm just wondering what he's like. Just curiosity.

My mother looked kind of anxious, so I explained the area well, albeit in awkward terms. I'm not leaving my mother.

As a result, there was vague permission from the mother.

"If you say you care, you can let me see you once or so... Anyway, after tomorrow. Sleep well today."

When my mother licked my head, my sleeper attacked me funny and easy. Kuah, and opened his mouth wide enough that his jaw was about to come off, and he yawned one. Because you're a toddler, suddenly drowsiness comes. And once you start thinking "sleepy," you can't think of anything else. Close your eyes and you'll sleep in three seconds. Three, two, one...

"Okay, I'm coming. You're a good girl and you're leaving a message."

The next day, when the sun rose high, her mother left the cave of her residence, dressed in foxes. They're going to patrol the mountains around here, including Mount Snowlea. Thank you for your hard work on the Spirit.

"You can go to the knights of the fort, but be sure to come back before sundown."

"Yes."

Give a good reply and drop off your mother's hindsight as she leaves.

My mother said I could let her see my father last night, but when I talked about it today, I was relaxed. I guess, in all seriousness, I don't really want you to see me. You seem worried about me nostalgic for my father. These days, I've seen a rival eye for eye knights, Mother.

Around tonight, I need to keep my mother safe by being sticky and sweet. Children are also concerned.

Tired of leaving messages after a while, I tried to travel to visit the fort. The trick is to think strongly of the knight in the eye.

My mother seems to be able to travel for 'place', but I can only fly for 'people'. I mean, so far, I've only been able to get to my mother with the knight with the eye of a ship.

Although I have never tried it, I may be able to travel to the Spirit of Fire or Kugarg. Because I am a Spirit, the presence of the same Spirit is easy to feel. "Big carnivore child adorable!" and so much so that when I think of the tiny black leopard Kugarg, I'm likely to inadvertently move as it is.

By the way, when my mother had a blizzard because she thought I had been caught, why didn't my mother come to me using travel techniques, she was interrupted by the fire in the hot spring in the fort and couldn't feel my presence.

When I go to the ship's eye knight in the fort, I can feel its presence if I look, but I guess that's because he's a normal person. Because its nature is not very influenced by fire.

Knight of the Eye, Knight of the Eye...

My mobility technique is imperfect. If we don't concentrate and think about the target, we won't succeed.

But today I was distracted.

Like the knight of the eye, the knight of the eye, the father, the knight of the eye... I don't really care about my father, I can't concentrate. Even when I think of the knight with the eye of a ship, my father, who doesn't even know what he looks like, breaks in.

Don't think about your father now.

But yes, the more I told myself, the more counterproductive it was, and my brain was taken over by my father.

Knight of the eye, father, father, father of the eye... father, father, father, father...

If you noticed, I was standing on the shore of a beautiful lake. Obviously the scenery is not the same as the snow mountain residence I was just in. There is also a smaller lake on Mount Snowlea, but it seems different there as well.

Temperatures are probably cold enough for humans, but a little warm for me. There was no snow, surrounded by woods, and their trees were full of dark green leaves. I can't see so many greens in Snow Mountain.

The lake in front of me is very large, sometimes foggy, and I can't see the opposite shore. The clear water is glowing and mysterious in emerald green, but its color also darkens as the water deepens, fuelling anxiety that you don't know what's lurking. This is the only big lake. It's not weird to have a nessy monster.

I suddenly moved to strange places, and I often fell short. but when I calmly explored her presence, I was able to discover that she was a long way from home. I feel a little relieved to think that it is possible to get back to my mother immediately with mobility.

In the meantime, I'll calm down and observe the surroundings. Lake before, forest to the right, forest to the left, and naturally behind --

……

Forest —— was not.

No, I did have a vast forest spread out behind me, but there was another right behind me. When I looked back, my vision filled with "it”.

At first glance, I didn't know who it was. It looks like a rounded wall, but when the color does, it's beautiful and eye-catching. It was as pale as a mixture of white in blue-green, lustrous and glossy. Where the sun is hitting, it shines like a gem and makes me want to watch it forever.

I gently approached the wall and smelled it. When I was a human, I valued the information I get from my sight, but since I became this figure, I have also relied on my sense of smell.

The smell is surprisingly thin, so close to odorless that I wonder if it's a clear mass of water.

But what I learned when I got closer was that there was a scale on the wall. Not that of the fish, but similar to 'snake'...

"Heh, snake......!?!?

The moment that the creature's name came to my mind, I screamed of confusion and retreated to roll.

Because the wall is big enough to look up. If that identity was a snake wrapped around a tuna, how can I be eaten in one bite?

…………

Apparently it's true to say that I don't have a voice when I'm too surprised.

I swelled my body like a cat, didn't leave my freaking shoulders slightly motionless, and couldn't move my gaze from that giant snake.

Let's get out of here before the snake wakes up like this.

I thought so, but the plan scattered in vain. He was a snake who slept with his tummy wrapped around him, but he suddenly woke up with a sleigh and a head, feeling the aura of fear I was emitting.

……

……

We stare at each other, silently.

But this one is thoughtfully freaking out and eye-opening, whereas that one just looks at Bo with his sleeping eyes.

I thought it might strike you as soon as you recognized me, but I won't try to move for long, and maybe I'm not hungry. My survival rate has increased a bit.

Let's keep our eyes open while we gradually retreat. I feel like running back on my heels in the dash are mountains, but if this giant snake from behind shrugs me and chases me at high speeds, etc., I'm confident I'll be incontinent on my way out. It's frightening to show your back.

But the snake behaved unexpectedly to me as I began to shrink.

When he opened his mouth slowly, he spoke in a low voice.

"Snowlea, huh? Seems a little... smaller"

Can you talk to this snake?

I put my strength into my feet, which were rattling and trembling. When you know the words make sense, you feel a little relieved that your opponent is even a giant snake. It's not just a beast, it's reason. You seem to know about your mother, and you must be a spirit.

And, thinking so far, my heart started pounding in a different way.

I probably came here unintentionally using mobility, but what the hell was I thinking before I moved? I'm sure the identity of this snake--

"Of which?

My whining was too small and probably didn't sound like the other guy.

The big, beautiful snake looks at this one surprisingly with his sleepy eyes as usual and says:

"My body... shrunk? Something strange... something."

Father's —— let's call him Father on his own now, Father's talk is very slow tempo. That low voice goes hand in hand, and when I hear it, I get drowsy.

I talked to him about it.

"I'm not Snowlea. That, yeah."

"Hmm?... Oh well. So, then... Snowlea's got a kid in her... it's you. Already... were you born"

Father lifts his eyelids very slightly and opens his eyes, as he was a little surprised.

"Um, you, my” of "?"

I packed the distance from the beautiful snake and looked up at him and said: I get excited and my tail shakes patterned. It's a bit of a shock that his father was a snake, but I'm glad to see him.

I thought it would be an inspiring first meeting, but in my former human being, me and the pure Spirit seemed to perceive the relationship differently: 'parent and child', and I was returned with a very sober word.

"Father, or... That sounds a little... uncomfortable. You don't inherit the nature of water."

Listen to that, the tail hangs all at once.

Apparently, I, Mr. Spirit of Fire, in a tense like, "Oh, you're my boy! I missed you!" What a welcome he unconsciously expected.

Though I was sad, I tried to stick with my father because I could see him.

"But but...! I was born because we were connected, right? is not just that, I will not be born... Therefore I have said that I am also my son."

"Really...? That's what they say... maybe it is, yeah. You're Snowlea's child... even my child... there is."

The tail starts to shake again.

All right! I made you admit you're a parent and a child!

He said it was just curiosity to see his father, but when his parents told him something "you're not my child," he was still sad and accidentally devoured it.

But I wonder if it was annoying, what an admission you make and then I regret it. Father suddenly said, "You're a father! It would be troublesome to be forced to theorize.

Well, I'm pretty sure he's a biological father, but the Spirit doesn't think like a human being.

I don't like it if they think it's depressing. So anxious, and then when I was unable to talk about anything,

"If you've come this far... you should take your time..."

I couldn't think of it and got the word out like that. Happy and overshaken tail is about to cut a thousand.

But Father seems good at flirting with this one. He wasn't really willing to do my opponent while saying, "You should slow down," and he put it back inside the wrapped head he was lifting and closed his eyelids.

Oh, you're going to bed?

"Um, of which...?

Speaking as I odood, my big eyelids lifted up and I said, "What's up?" and the bass voice returns.

"Yeah, nothing"

"Right..."

Oh, I closed my eyes again.

I stood alone on the spot in silence, often bewildered. I don't really understand your father's character.

But I'm free to do this forever, so why don't we take a little stroll around? Father's right, you've come this far because of it.

I first approached a beautiful lake that stretched out in front of me. It's not like there's a sandy beach like the sea, but it feels like the tall, grassy, bushy ground is cut off along the way, and the lake is suddenly starting from there. Just because it's close to shore doesn't seem shallow. If I were a human, I might be to the point of soaking up to my knees, but little me could sink to my head. We need to be careful not to fall.

There will be waves in the lake, but now that the wind is not blowing, the water surface is tight. As soon as I dipped my forelegs properly, the ripples spread. It's funny, but I was uncomfortable getting my leg hair wet, so I'll stop right away.

I shook my wet forelegs peppery and now I decided to look for fish. Make sure you peek into the water and put your face close to the lake.

"... it's dangerous."

And I turned from behind to a voice that suddenly rang. My father is still wrapped around me, only one eye open and looking at me. I wasn't asleep.

……

……

After two silent stares at each other for a few seconds, I walked a few steps away from the lake. But I couldn't give up looking for fish, so after turning my untrained gaze to the lake, I look at my father again and say.

"I want to see something small."

"... don't... don't... don't... come here"

I reluctantly went back near my father and sat on the ground leaning against that big head. I know you can't eat it, but don't be a little harrassed that your huge mouth is right around the corner.

And I looked up at my father, and I saw with one eye that I sat next to him, and then I closed my eyelids again.

Even then, Father has opened his eyes at some point when I try to head back to the lake or sneak into the woods again in my spare time, and he calls me back by saying, "Stay still" or "Come back".

That's how I repeatedly close my eyes when I make sure I'm back next door. More than eight meters away from your father seems to trigger a 'callback'.

He seems to be worried about me moving around a little bit, but his surveillance is tougher and finer than my mother's.

I thought it was lethargic, surprisingly not? Or, conversely, overprotective?

You stroke your head, you hug, you say, "Cute!" Though I never make a parental silly statement...

I had no choice but to crush my time by observing ant nests next to my father or trying to figure out how close I could get to the little birds resting on my father's body. —— For the record, I don't think even if my mother fell asleep looking like a fox, there would ever be a bird resting on that body. My mother feels awed while being honored by the animals of Snow Mountain, but my father feels recognized as part of nature.

And around the end, we challenged the invisible eight-meter boundary. Stay away from your father while he doesn't get angry and enjoy a critical eight meters.

Looking back about 7 meters, Father, I'm staring at you.

And then I also found it useless to go around behind him to keep him out of my father's sight. Slowly lift your head and be chased with your gaze.

But he wandered a little too far, eventually trapped in the ”center of the tuna”. What is this method of incarceration?

"Walking around alone is... when it's bigger, is... Children should not... stay away from their parents"

"Yes......"

I'm not sure if Father is too loving or thick.

Were you at your father's place after all for about three hours? We barely had a conversational conversation, and we were just napping together after they put us inside, but we had a lot of fun. When I woke up from a short nap, my father was peeking at my sleeping face from above and I was pretty freaked out though.

When I asked him to let me out of the tunnel, I looked up at my father and said:

"Well, it's time to stay back."

We still have time until the sun sets, but we'd better get back early so we don't worry about your mother. If I smell it, I can't hide seeing my father, so if I knew I'd stayed here long enough, I might be stubborn.

"Well... then I'll see you tomorrow... you can come and see me"

"Oh, tomorrow?

"Yes, tomorrow..."

Decisions? Father. Surprisingly pushy.

No, I'm glad, though. Because I thought it was depressing at first.

"Well, I'll come back tomorrow"

We'll be at the knights of the ship's eye around lunch, so we'll come over before or after that. I need to make some time for you and your mother and child to get out of the water, and you have quite a few plans for a one-year-old. Me.

"Oh... it's tomorrow... you're bound to come. Must..."

"Wow, okay."

Thus the first meeting between father and daughter closed the curtain, and then somehow —— or so my father kept telling me, "Come again tomorrow…" —— I was to meet my father as every day.

By the way.

When Father turned to look like a person, he had long, watery hair sturdy. The outfit feels like a Greek mythical god with a fine white piece of cloth wrapped around his body.

Spirits don't feel united in the clothing genre, do they?