It Is A Different World And Yet I Am Cultivating Monsters

"Diseases of the mind...?

I murmur at the words that Draghe-chan said.

What the hell does that mean...?

"I don't know much about it either, but this kid doesn't seem to have the energy to live. Because of this, my body's function has been reduced so that it can be pulled by my mind. This is not a physical illness, so I can't cure it."

In other words, what this child is in this state is what he wants to do.

When I heard that fact, I looked at the face of this boy who looked like Singh again, and then turned to Manticore who stood behind me.

"... you're right, Mr. Manticore."

Manticore does not answer my call.

Nevertheless, I will ask further questions.

"The monster I raised won't help me save this child. If you want to save this child, perhaps there is one way. Tell me everything you know about this child. Tell me where you met, why you live here, and why you're in this situation."

I asked Manticore if that would be the only way to save her.

After a period of silence, Manticore speaks quietly.

"... it was a few years ago that I and my wife accidentally found her."

Manticore's mouth tells of his first encounter with this boy.

It seems that this Manticore's wife was the first to find her.

They found this boy in the desert, walking tirelessly and collapsing.

My wife was as manticore as he was, but at that time a child born between them was sick and died of debilitation.

It is said that this was the reason why my wife's manticore protected her child while she was down.

The boy was saved by monsters and would live with them, but he was still vigilant at first.

Rather, before they picked him up, he had an attitude of saying he couldn't believe others because of something.

Still, my wife Manticore fed the boy many times and waited for him to do it.

Eventually, a few days later, the tension threads that had been stretched between each other were resolved when the boy put his hands on the meal he was offered.

Thereafter, the boy gradually developed a childish smile and attitude, often riding on Manticore's back or falling asleep holding him together.

It was as if the boy who had lost his mother had been able to reunite with her mother again, with such a smile.

And so was Manticore, his wife.

A boy who had lost his newborn child and was about to lose his goal of life.

Even though the race was different, I could not leave the child, who was dying alone without a parent.

The manticore was raised personally to pour thoughts on the lost child into the boy, and the manticore was also saved.

However, the relationship lasted only a few years.

About a month ago, his wife, Manticore, lost her life in an unexplained debilitation.

It is unclear whether it was the same disease that took their children once.

But that's not the problem. The important thing is that Manticore, the mother who supported the boy, has passed away.

Thereafter, the boy's body weakened day by day, following his mother, Manticore, who eventually fell ill.

It would be natural to think that Manticore, who has seen his child and his wife's condition so far, suffered the same illness.

I heard a rumor about me being a monster grower and was waiting for me to come to the desert territory.

She didn't tell me in detail where she heard my information the most.

"... I see. Is that what this is about?"

I nodded honestly after swallowing most of the circumstances.

And I was filled with some sort of conviction.

If we combine what Manticore said earlier with what Singh told us, this child is probably Singh's fruit brother.

One of the rightful heirs to the throne, drawing royal blood.

However, a few years ago, this child, who was about to be assassinated with his mother, fell from the terrace into a lake that existed directly below. I saved my life there.

Perhaps afterwards, he knew he was being targeted and fled from the royal palace to the desert with one of his own.

I was still young, and I saw my mother killed right in front of me.

Confused, trying to escape far is like instinct.

This manticore picked me up when I was about to run out of energy.

Then, as he said, the boy would have lived here, but Manticore, the mother who raised him, died.

That's the second time a boy has lost his mother.

A monster who reached out to him, even though no one could believe it and he was supposed to be scared every day.

It is undoubtedly nothing more than a mother to a boy.

If the mother dies again in front of her eyes, the boy's hope for life will be lost.

In the environment that has been raised by monsters until now, it is no wonder that the boy's mental structure was stopped as it was when it was picked up.

Therefore, perhaps the boy decided to die of his own volition.

To go to heaven where the two mothers waited.

Because it's not as stressful as taking a child and letting his beloved mother die.

"... this could be a really troubling cause."

I murmured heavily.

Because, as Draghe-chan said earlier, this is completely caused by the weakness of the boy's mind.

Then to undo it, we must give the boy hope and meaning of life.

I can cure any difficulty now. However, there is still only one thing that cannot be cured. That is the disease of the heart.

It is nothing but irony that Mandragora, a pandemic medicine, was able to produce a monster with no problems even when collected, but the only disease that cannot be cured is in front of my eyes.

But what do we do?

Having come this far, I want to cure this child.

Above all, if this child is Sin's brother, do something for Sin to cure him....

"- That's right!

There it is. The hope of life for this child. Or it could be the reason.

Indeed, for this child, his mother is dead.

The monster who became my second mother also died.

Still, it's just one person, a relative to this boy. If only Sister Singh had remembered her brother's existence and cherished it.

"Mr. Manticore. I have a favor to ask you. Would you hand this child over to me?"

Manticore just kept silent in response to my wish.

"Of course, I'm not just asking you to hand it over. This child has a sister. There are still relatives who cherish this child's existence. Meet her and she will be able to reunite with her lost family, which may lead to hope for life. So please. Hand this child over to me, please. That way, we can save her!

That's what I tell Manticore, convinced that this is the best.

But the answer from Manticore was unexpected.

"- No."

Huh?

"I'm not giving this kid away. I can't give her back."