Chapter 1029 – [Abduction] How Master Chuck Cheok Lives (22)
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“Did you get that life science knowledge because of Veronica?”
Loki, who came to me after I finished rooting, immediately asked such a question after completing the situation report. I carefully took the rune stone as if I didn’t know what it was.
“What?”
“Don’t pretend. Didn’t you see Diarmuid, who was said to have been born between Angus and a human, and believe that there was nothing that Veronica and you couldn’t have a child with?”
“How do you know that?”
“Because you could have finished it more neatly by yourself without taking this roundabout method. You said you were thinking about getting that rune stone.”
I chuckled, but thinking about it, Loki couldn’t have noticed that much.
Odin’s successor, me, and his own descendant, Veronica.
This hollow-looking god couldn’t be mean enough to not care about their family affairs.
I shrugged.
“I heard that Angus is also the god of love? Because Veronica and I come from very different backgrounds. Based on this technology, if it is the theory that Veronica researched and the power of the God of Love, doesn’t it seem possible?”
“Aigoo, is that so? Look at the very supreme and pure love,”
“Would only you, the very person who desires Odin, do it?”
We giggled and bumped our fists, and Satis, with the missing adventurers in the back, sighed as if watching a scam by fools and idiots.
He handed over the churros to Loki and looked after the adventurers.
“How is their health? He seemed to be very distressed.”
“There may be some aftereffects, but it’s okay. He probably didn’t know where this place was, so it seemed like there wouldn’t be much problem if we sent him back home once the treatment was over.”
“OK. Then you transform into me and call Edlyn instead of me saying it’s over. It bothers me to return.”
“What?! Why me!”
“If you don’t like it, don’t. I’ll go later… Kut! The heart stabbed by Henir Takari… !”
“I’ll do it. I’m sorry. I was wrong!”
Crying Loki hanging from a man’s leg. What you do is exactly the same level as Ralilura.
“… Sniff I’ll send it to his wives. See you later.”
“Thank you. And if you ever need my help, call me.”
“… Really? If you said such a thing, would you be Loki-sama, who would really depend on you without hesitation?”
“Really really. Bet Odin.”
“My sister, why do you walk the way you want! … But what, can you trust me?”
Loki stopped crying, smiled, waved his hand, and sent me back to Neverland.
Wow aaaaa
A parade was in full swing in Neverland. Row after row of characters and actors marched in carriages and trains, playing music and boasting acrobatics.
I watched the march from a slightly taller building.
There were crowds around the parade, and of course, our wives were among them. Because I sent a message that it was already over.
“It is gorgeous. The glitter is dazzling, like a tattoo that my mother glows when she uses her magic.”
“Dana unnie has dried up her sensitivity! It’s just cool, isn’t it?”
Dana drank the drink she had prepared and chased after the procession called Lalilu with her eyes shining.
“In this world, every day is so much fun. After all, if you are by my master’s side, I will never get tired of it.”
“Really. It was less than a week, but it was a really impressive trip.”
“Premonition that it will become a good memory.”
Veronica spotted me and winked intelligently, Tyrsi laughed beside her family, and Nefertiti was shyly taking pictures of the family having fun.
I found Frank sitting alone in a good position to watch the parade, and sat next to him.
“I’m back, Fran.”
“Yes, Nor. You’ve been through a lot.”
Neither Fran nor I dared to look at each other’s faces. Still, the distance between our hearts was close enough to not be awkward.
“Was it hard? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Of course. Does my child cry when Daddy is sick?”
“It’s fun. In the meantime, we haven’t cried, so Nor is he always hurt?”
“I am very sorry, Countess. I really won’t do that again.”
“… Ehehe. Okay, I’ll forgive you.”
Wrapping my hand in her dainty hand, Fran looked at the otherworldly sky as I had before.
“I’m a little sorry. Today is almost half a month.”
“Like the day we first met? I am better.”
“Ah, since I said that too, I don’t feel much regret. After all, she speaks pretty words.”
“It sounds like people who know me will suffocate from laughter if they hear it.”
Should I restrain myself in front of my children?
It was a headache, but I was happy to think that even these troubles were the happiness I had achieved through hard work.
Fran took my arm and said.
“Yes, Nor. Nor’s real name meant ‘north’ and ‘peace’, right?”
“If you interpret the meaning of the name, it will be like that.”
At least that’s what my grandfather’s name was.
Aside from ideologies and systems, beyond differences in ideas and cultures that we may not know or sympathize with.
The name contains the meaning of not rejecting the unknown and wishing to become close.
May there be no fighting, no hatred, even against opponents who are difficult to understand.
Unlike the bloody generation he went through, it was a name that I wanted only peace and love in my generation.
… Yeah, if you think about it, that’s what my name meant.
How gentle and broad-minded was the grandfather who gave me a name, compared to me who, just a few months ago, had asserted that ‘those who do not understand do not need to try to understand’.
The mindset of a scholar who admits that he does not understand others and tries to find out what he does not know.
It’s a realization I gained after saving other people’s worlds several times, but my grandfather realized it right away and left the legacy to his ugly grandson.
It’s hard for a grandson who can’t properly keep his name’s meaning to raise his head.
“Understanding and loving each other, peace and friendship.”
Fran, who woke me up with a soft voice, hugged my arm.
“Nidavellir and Germania speak, Friðr and Vinskap.”
Fran smiled as she looked at my family, whose origins and past were a mess, and at me.
“Friedrich Binskoff Wolfheddin. Let’s build it like that.”
Friedrich.
That name, which means strength for peace, was derived from my husband’s name——and it was also the origin and variation of the name Francesca.
Child of Fran and Nord. So, Friedrich.
Not only the meaning, but also the pronunciation was exactly the same.
“I’ve been thinking really hard… How about it?”
“Good. It’s so nice that it’s more aristocratic than us.”
“Better than Francesca Eitrinen?”
“Better than Nord von Wolfheddin.”
Isn’t it a name with a good meaning as Kang Buk-ho? I stroked her slightly swollen belly while admiring Fran’s naming sense. Fran laughed, as if it was itchy.
“Ehehe. It’s a boy’s name, but what if Norr’s wisdom goes wrong and he’s born as a girl?”
“Then shall we do Francesca II? Hehe, it won’t be too late to worry about it by then.”
When I saw the future, it was a boy, but who knows?
When a person’s future comes to his senses, he finds himself on a completely different path, or even going down a different path than he initially expected.
Even the eyes that can see through the backyard operations of those who are plotting notable schemes do not tell us the troubles and happiness in trivial and peaceful daily life.
Just like everything that happened in these days.
But, what about it?
Knowing what you don’t know is a scholar’s job.
No matter where you do what you do or what name you use, the essence of my macho is a scholar and professor slayer.
Jiying-.
As I was watching her parade shoulder to shoulder with Fran, the vibrating bell suddenly rang. Upon checking, she saw a message in English from an unfamiliar number.
Fran nodded, not even showing her displeasure.
“Who is it? Mother?”
“No, Mr. Christopher. I must have stopped by 【middle branch】 for a while. The president wants to see you for a moment.”
“Mr. Asherard? Why all of a sudden?”
I smiled at my lovely wife who opened her eyes wide.
“The Cheonik Award, they said to prepare for the award?”
The night was dark, but the moonlight of the half moon was bright.
The bright half-moon of Chuseok was the end of a long road trip. The stars that filled the starry sky must be asleep tonight as if they were hoping someone would find them.
It is said that the light of the stars is their history from thousands of years ago.
Then, sooner or later, our star would be placed somewhere in the Milky Way.
Then I just wish.
On the day we embroider the constellation, I hope we can laugh at the fact that we have lived without regrets.
Even if the stars are forgotten in the future, the people who will excavate the starlight will surely appear again.
Looking at the wives who now shine more lovingly than the stars, I leaned my head on Fran’s warm shoulder.
