I have lived reading people's minds since I was young.
No, I haven't been wanting to read it. At an uncontrollable young age, it resonated in the brain on its own.
Originally a high elf with too low a birth rate. In that I was born of my mother with my sister. They call me a twin, but I don't care much. But I have heard that the birth mother died because of it.
Always crying because of a headache. He said I was a hands-on baby. Meanwhile, my sister Martinel Sheila has been a dear and less handy child since she was a baby.
Later, until I found out that the cause of my headache was due to my special physique, I had been assumed not to be strange whenever I died of a sick baby. Thanks to this, people are constantly in sickness and cause extra headaches because of thoughts that flow on their own. It's a vicious cycle.
And when I finally understood it, I started living my life pulling into the room. I remember being so relieved that I had not yet tasted the peace I had finally visited.
"Shell, I think I can solve your problem."
Mara told me that one day. Anything, Mara's special physique allows her to fulfill only one wish. What an irregular physique. My jealous heart attacked me. But it's available.
Spending time away from people had lessened it, but headaches never go away in the thoughts that really flow. I wanted to be relieved of this headache.
"I want to freely use this special body of my own free will"
"Okay."
From this day on, I read people's thoughts whenever I wanted, and when I didn't want to, I didn't have to ask. about 300 years old.
By the time another 500 years had passed since then, the townsfolk had also begun to acquire the art of not being read by me. Not everyone, and not always, but I wasn't amused by it for some reason. Strange stuff. It's a shame to have to be unreadable, even though it's an ability I hated so much. From that time on, I decided to strike my hand at not coming in disobedience for the sake of becoming a chief one day.
Around the same time I began to question the fact that there were non-high elves. Why isn't the world just high elves? That's probably because only high elves are honorable beings, closer to God than anyone else. That's why the numbers are small. Then we are the greatest of all races. God does not bring us back to God because surely no other race has followed us. Because there is not enough faith in us. Must be. I was possessed by that idea.
Yet.
Why do you live free in the outside world except for the high elves?
Why do other races have merit or those who are worshipped as kings exist?
We're supposed to be great, why?
The more I thought about it, the more hateful I was.
I have been permanently stained with such thoughts and acted upon. A conveniently present child I found one day doing so. Blood muscles were dirty, but I thought high elves with the talent to unify demons could be used. I wanted to keep it in my hands at all costs.
You said you'd get it in a little while, but that didn't come true. by that defective high elf child who is no other. A toddler who preaches greatly. Turn your face bright red and protest this me looked hilarious as well.
But when I read the child's thoughts, I was struck by strange emotions for the first time.
'I don't want to fight.' Cause he's my grandpa......!
Stupid, it was content that made me laugh. I was also frightened that this girl really thought so from the bottom of her heart. He said he was being scattered, terrible, dangerous, and abusive, but he said he was stupid everywhere.
Yes. Very stupid.
I don't care about everything anymore. Touching the heart of a foolish toddler filled me with what might have happened. But I don't want to admit it. What is it, Grandpa? Ridiculous.
But I don't have to admit that the confectionery I bring to Yennarieal's grave every year is delicious.
"Oh, Shell. That's unusual. I can't believe you walked outside."
"... sometimes enough to breathe outside air"
Very rarely do I walk alone in the woods, but today I went out with it because there were signs of Mara coming. But I won't tell you that. It's only a coincidence that we met here.
"... how's the guild?"
Yes. I dared to shake the subject because I think it's odd to keep quiet. Thank you, Mara.
"Hehe, right. There's no big problem. Although the small problem is everyday tea and rice."
Although the premium guild I ran, Namo, was crushed, it seems Mara now runs the Nemo-based guild primarily. The members have remained almost the same and the system is the only new guild that has changed dramatically. I've only been able to do it for about 20 years, but I've already heard that the advanced title is close. They say it's terrible speed, but it's run by Mara. Let's take it for granted. You'll soon get a special title in the not-too-distant future.
"With that tone of mouth, you don't seem to be getting enough of a small problem"
"Right. Mostly because Razzie will take care of it. She's a good girl. It's always helping."
Radield. He worships someone who once recognized his strength with depression. The ghost tribe is barbaric and crude, but it's easy to handle as long as you lay low with force. Well, that's usually not going to be easy, but if we get high elves, there's no making. Mara is a woman who does it when she looks like this.
"One day, look at Shell, too. I think we'll all be happy."
"... it must be a mistake not to like"
I understand what I am being thought of from around me. Therefore, I don't want to get involved anymore. Stubborn, Mara swells her cheeks, but it has nothing to do with it.
But, well.
Shall we continue as a hobby to gather information at all times?
Just finishing my conversation with Mara, I just walk back to my territory. I don't care that Mara's thoughts, which I've read a little bit about, were like dealing with even toddlers if she was a helpless brother.
Damn, it's about Mara treating children all the time. Having a depressed sister struggles. Let's just relax and drink herbal tea when we get home.