"So, Hark Doc, did it work?
"Whoa, even if I can't change my mind about wanting to see you, I've made sure you recognize that amateurs aren't the right people to see you, right?
Based on the condition of the Hark Dock, it looks like you've done the right thing. It was worth discussing closely.
"Well, thank God."
"You're sure you're gonna be okay, aren't you?
The voice of 'Ethereal' hiding behind the room for the Hark Dock sounds. I would be very grateful to be able to have a conversation without even looking directly at it.
"Oh, don't worry. But Mr. Natra, he was trying to make contact with Lachra, right?
"Will it come...... so how did you deal with it?
"Me and Morgana don't have a twat. No, well, I have you. The Yuglas are registered as adventurers there, so I threw a round to find the right guy to sign up for Morgana and meet him."
"Really? I didn't do my job as a Morgana in the first place."
Lachra and Wolfe joined the Alliance to find out the qualities of the Jestuffs who were working with Larheit and the others. The strength of the two makes it possible to take that equivalent request, but so far I wouldn't be willing to make a living as an adventurer.
"With that said, lackluster. Someone you know said he wanted to see your face."
"Well, who is it?
"Uh oh, I forgot. Wow."
"Don't you forget!?
"Mezis told me you were in a position to arrange it. It's just that your husband and I both know each other, right?
"Ha, someone with ties to the script...... I think it will be quite limited...... is it Master Ukka?
Lachra from Mejs would know his face somewhat well in this Mejs. But there is a good chance that you will be involved with your countrymen. If Pope Euparo or Yokus, the head of the Order of the Holy Knights, there would be no reason for Girista to forget his name.
and the sound of knocking on the door just then. At the same time I heard a woman.
"Lachra, are you there?
"Oh? There's a familiar voice... oh, that's him. Yes, I'm here. I'll open it now."
"Hmm? Something familiar... that? But that's... oh, wait a minute -"
Lachra opens the door. There's a woman in the clothes of a Yugra priest and a single villager feminine... no, this face... Lachra, the hark dock is stunningly solidified.
"To Mr. Massetta - Mother."
"Lachra...... right?
A dull sound echoed from the rear. Probably a 'pale' sound. It sounds as if he punched himself in the wall pillar, and then stabbed himself in the corner.
"... Yes. Yes, sir."
"And... a little over there... Ekdoyk?
It is impossible to disappear at this time on a boulder. Naturally, my vision captures me, too.
The big approximate development was understandable. Perhaps the priest in front of you, Masetta, is the woman I know in Lachra who made contact with Girista. And with whom Harkdock appropriately looked after......
Turning his gaze to Hark Dock, he's trying to sneak away into the back room. I see he understood everything, too. But he was grabbed by the 'pale' hand that had stretched out on the way out, and dragged snugly into the back of the room with his sad voice.
Now, you can try to deceive me with a lie, but that face is probably the eye I'm sure of. For whatever reason, I can guess.
- That's right.
"Oh, my God... I can't believe you're really, really alive..."
There are slight tears in the mother's eyes. I've never seen people cry... but it makes me feel indescribable. But the first move in this was lackluster. Ignore Masetta and her mother and try to get out.
"Then I'm going out for a little while"
"Hey, hey lackluster!? Your mother visited, didn't she? As much as we talk-"
"Even if they say so. I don't really want to talk about it."
"Wait, I want to talk to you!
"Because I don't want them to apologize. Bye."
Lachra left the scene without changing her expression. Don't make me say yes or no, it's close to ignoring this sight. Instead of acting like the usual lackluster would take, Massetta couldn't even seem to stop trying to see if she felt anything about its heterogeneity. Probably hard to persuade. I have to do more than this.
"... my mother. This is why. Both Lachra and I were told I had a mother, but they decided not to see each other. That's why Harkdock and" Ether "had me deluded for that. I apologize for that."
"Ecdoik......"
"But I can't help it more than this happened. Let's just talk about it."
Invite the mother to the living room and sit down. Masetta said she was going to go find Lachra and left the place. Gillista was also disappearing when she noticed. All that remained were me and my mother, and the three "pales" who looked casual. Harkdock is probably rolling into some room.
Sometimes I feel the silence is heavy, but it's the first feeling I'm at the center of it. Let's just say you can talk from me.
"Was it my father's shadow that made me realize I was my son?"
"Yeah, you look just like your father, especially."
"Is my father alive?
"... the day they took you away, the devil killed you."
"... right"
I had a feeling about that. If the birth father is alive, he can cooperate even in somewhat harsh circumstances. I wouldn't have thought to leave Lachra in an orphanage.
I can't feel anything about this compared to when they killed my raised parent, Beglagud. Thin Love...... No, considering the hatred for humans planted from Vegragud, maybe it's just better not to have feelings of joy.
"You're an adventurer now, aren't you?
"Yes, I would say, but now I'm acting with my compatriots"
"Brothers?"
"I'm not in Mezis right now. We are searching for ways to counter the army of the Scarlet Demon King in Ghane."
"Really... it's a dangerous job, isn't it?
"I don't know. Enemy encounters are lower than those of soldiers who still hold enemies on the front lines. Fight when you have to."
It goes without saying that it would be better to send us to the front and defeat more enemies if we fought alone. But my countrymen will never imitate treating us like consumables.
"Well... I heard the devil took me away and raised me by the devil..."
"Oh, raised by Beglagud, the great demon that unites the demons who attacked the village. An offering offered as a sacrifice to our loveliness, thus as a tool to resent and kill humans. I also believed that the name Ekdoyk was given by Beglagud."
"That's not true! Your father gave me your name!
"I already know you've been blown into lies. But it is true that it was conceived that way not long ago. But the Beglagud was defeated, and I dived into the human world."
Briefly explain how you came to be your compatriot. I guess Marya already told me the big story. It hardly looked surprising. I was just amazed at the fact that we killed each other with Lachra.
"Oh... I can't believe we killed each other with brothers and sisters... terrible"
"Lachra didn't want to kill me at the time. I was just unilaterally willing to kill him. But thanks to our loss, this is how Lachra and I live."
"Lachra too... you've gotten so strong... but I don't want you two to have a dangerous fight"
"I'm sorry, but that can't happen. Even if my life is cruel and miserable, I've lived through it. I have nurtured strength. If I don't do what I can now, I'm gonna lose all my life worth. I can't stand that."
Even if my countrymen said the same thing, I would walk the path of accepting the battle. I have the skills and experience that I have been polishing. We cannot abandon its foundations if we are to aim for further heights.
"Strong... you grew up"
"No, until a while ago, I was being pursued by obsessive notions to avoid losing my own value. Thanks to my compatriots leading me through it, I have me now. I want to live up to it. And I want to move on."
"... If you were satisfied with your return, could you come back?
Will it come? I felt 'pale' trembling without my heart. But as far as I'm concerned, I can't get on with that suggestion.
"I can't promise that. Me and Lachra are grown up now. We have our own lives."
"Right... really... I hate the devil... and the demon king..."
Now I could definitely feel the 'pale' agitation on my skin. He also looks pale. But it's not like I don't understand my mother's anger either. Because the devil took my husband's life and my son, and because they chased me through the village, I was also going to lose Lachra. I feel my hatred for my precious child, and the devil who took my husband, the demon king who created it, gushing out from under his sad expression.
"The Demon King is also a human being. Flesh changes, men's hearts have."
"I can't believe that! The Demon King is a monster!?
This reaction was predictable. Because even I, raised by the devil, thought the Demon King was not a man. But this is good. It also came with a stomp.
"Right. Then I can't live with my mother."
"... why?
"I'm fighting with my countrymen now. Because even the Demon King admits to being one of them. Mezis would have previously published it. The people of Yugra's birth star suppressed the demon king and made him neutral. My people are the man."
"... Huh?
"Some of them created the purple demon king, the Mezis Demon Realm, and created the devil. I'm fighting with the Purple Demon King."
Even if the facts of the demon king's resurrection were widespread, I guess they hadn't even spread the details of what we were like in this war. If you spread the word in the dark, someone with personal grievances could show up to interfere.
The devil who killed his husband, took his son, and forced his daughter to let go, the one who created it. I can't tell my mother to forgive the purple demon king. It is therefore inevitable that it is an incompatible relationship.
"Oh no... no! Ekdoyk, you stay where you are."
"I'm the one who can stay. And I'm not human anymore."
"What does that mean?"
I hold my 'pale' shoulder and look at my mother. Smaller and thinner body than a man. The slight tremor can also be felt on the skin.
"I became a demon clan. To this demon clan of the Ethereal Demon King."
"Ethereal...... Demon King......!?
"I swore I'd live with this guy. To live together and seek value in life. This is the way I thought about it myself, I chose it myself, I went my own way. Mother, I am not going to tell you to forgive the Demon King. You should hate it. But that's why I can't live with my mother. I was by this demon king until the end of time, and I'm on my side."
My mother then left this house without saying anything. There was no anger or hatred in that expression, it was just vain.
See the 'Pale' beside you. Tremors seem to have stopped, but what a word to hang......
"The... what. You ended up revealing everything."
"of…"
"... what?
"... this, stupid!
Sudden head thrust, no, should I say that one way or another, I was slapped in the corner of my forehead from the top? The shock is quite something, but it doesn't mean it hurts that much. You remain pale, but you are understandably angry.
"No, but you are. It's better than keeping it hidden halfway."
"How could you be!? My life, my real family, imitate truncating without hesitation! So why are you flat out?
"... then it's easy. I chose my life to walk with you. 'Cause that's the top priority for me, and I need to protect it."
"You think I'm worth it!? You're a monster, like your mother said, by abandoning yourself, stopping people, making the world a mess, killing so many people, even humiliating their souls!?
"- Speaking of which, I'm already a fine monster, too. I lived only to kill people, and I threw even being a person away for my own greed. But I have no regrets. At least I believe it's all worth it to you."
"There's no way..."
"You can produce it without it. No, I want you to produce it. Not right now, but we have all the time we need."
If I'd never met "Pale," I might have been reunited with my mother as a human being and embraced her. But at that time, I knew from the bottom of my heart that I didn't want 'Pale' to die. So I am happy with the results now.
"Honey, there's nothing you can do about it. You don't have a view!
"... right, sorry. If you want me to improve, give me some time. Do good."
"You can't fix that personality! Stay put for the rest of your life!
That's what he said, and 'Pale' walked to the back room. I still promised to hide it, but shouldn't I have broken it? You broke your promise, it must be natural to be angry.
I'm also somewhat concerned about my mother, but if I don't follow up well in the future on the fact that I pissed off 'Ethereal'... will I talk to my compatriots on the boulder?
"First and foremost, we must win this war."