Chapter 122 – Awareness
On a desk lined with unknown reagents that make a bubbling sound.
A girl was making something there, moving her fern-like hands around.
“Profit… This or what the hell is it?”
If you see him frowning and whining, it seems that there is no improvement unfortunately.
She had already failed dozens of times, but still, what she was trying to do without giving up.
“Ha, it is not a matter of materials. That means… We have to approach it in a completely different way from the homunculus.”
In the hand of the girl who buried herself in her chair and mumbled, there was a piece of paper on which things that were difficult to understand were written.
What was written there was an artificial womb.
―Sophia, as long as it’s okay with you.
Sophia Drin trembled slightly as she remembered the conversation she had had with Ed.
Seeing the redness at the nape of her neck was a rather shy reaction for her years.
“I don’t know if he’s coming back with a girl again.”
Sophia Drinn said she thought there was something special about Ed.
Because she made her own heart like her girl.
She made him feel this way, and Ed had to take responsibility for it.
That’s her artificial womb, but she was the one that didn’t work out very well.
“Huh… I have to give you some food and finish it.”
Her tiny mouth opened and she yawned and grabbed a chunk of her nutritious jelly she had made.
She then went over to Leah to feed it as she always did.
“Leah. Good morning… ?”
Approaching the slime, she froze for a moment.
Lia had been suffering from an immortal monster for quite a while, but Sophia Drin had judged that she would recover soon.
But she didn’t know it would be today.
“Are you okay now?”
Leah still had the blue light.
What was different about her was that she was mimicked in a human form, not her original self.
“Yes.”
Her appearance is in contrast to the dying Lia when she first saw it.
Sophia Drinne felt a strange sense of deja vu and stroked her hair.
“Great job. Are you very sick?”
“Little.”
Raising her expressionless body, Leah sat still, staring at the jelly in Sophia Drin’s hand, then narrowed her eyes.
“That, tastes strange.”
“Originally tasteless is good for the body. You have to eat this to be able to go out with Ed?”
As Lia said, this jelly was tasteless because it focused only on nutrition.
“Ah.”
But at Sophia Drinn’s words, Leah quickly opened her mouth.
As soon as the jelly came into her mouth, Lia wrinkled her eyebrows on rare occasions.
She swallowed it without chewing it, and judging by the fact that she was still opening her mouth, she seemed to be thinking of taking some more jelly.
“You only need to eat three times a day. More than that, Leah.”
“Yes.”
“Is there any uncomfortable place? Like a sore spot.”
Leah looked down at her own body at her words.
She then gave her confirmation by procrastinating her arms and legs.
There was no discomfort or pain anywhere.
[…….]
There was something odd about someone’s memories replaying in her head, but Leah glared at her eyes.
More important than this
“Ed, where are you?”
To find her own dear friend.
“You’re not really good either. Ed… I’ll come back here when I’m done with my work. Clearly.”
“Yes.”
She didn’t expect anything to take care of Leah, but her attitude without saying thank you made Sophia Drin a little upset.
She pursed her lips for a moment, and when Lia woke up from before she had something she had been trying to ask, she asked.
“I’ve only seen another slime before, just once.”
The days before she became a witch, yet.
She once encountered a slime of blue light.
Of course, I only found out after a while that it was slime.
“And Lia is a slime, right?”
“Yes.”
Did you understand what I meant?
The bewildered expression was cute, but it was ambiguous.
“There is something I want to ask you. Lia, who is she wearing now?”
In the process, she also learned about slime’s peculiarity, mimicry.
Leah didn’t answer for a moment.
Her answer came after a while.
“Ed, friend.”
“Okay. I know you’re Ed’s friend. What I’m asking is who Leah is now in her mimicry.”
Leah shook her head.
As if she were explaining that her version of herself is Ed’s friend.
“Mimesis.”
Is the word mimicry difficult?
Thought so, Sophia Drin tried to explain again, but
“Nope.”
“Isn’t it imitation?”
“Yes.”
Sophia Drinne closed her eyes for a moment.
The slime she met in her childhood was identical to Lia’s true form.
A round, soft, bluish lump that does not mimic.
―Slimes have the characteristic of mimicking what they ate. Although extremely rare, a human corpse….
Previously, the mass had turned into a dismembered corpse in an instant before Sophia Drin’s eyes.
Things engraved as trauma to her when she was young.
So Sophia Drin knew the details of her slime.
If it wasn’t for mimicking, Lia had to take the form of a slime.
Because slime is slime.
“Friend.”
So, Leah means she ate a girl that looked like that at some point.
Maybe a living human.
“Well… If it is Leah, then it must be so.”
Sophia Drin thought nothing of it and stroked her hair.
As long as it didn’t harm Ed, it didn’t matter.
She had no intention of scratching and scalding something she wasn’t sure about.
* * *
In front of the cave.
As Osiel started roasting the legs of the wild boar he had caught, I rolled my protection.
‘It’s easier than I thought.’
Of the 45% protection, she has already embodied nearly half of it in her body.
The rest are still concentrated in the cock, but this amount of protection was enough to protect me now.
Okay.
It should be my one body.
“Osiel. Surprisingly, your punches are fierce.”
Thinking of her crushing a wild boar earthen pot with one blow of her fist a while ago, I felt a little intimidated.
To the extent that I automatically thought that I should not go against Osiel’s planting in the future if possible.
… Even if it had been me, not the boar, my head would have been broken without being able to resist.
“Yes? Nope, Changmuk. I am not good at that.”
O Ciel smiled bashfully, as if taking it as a compliment, and slightly turned her head.
Well, just like that, her pregnancy project ended with me passing out.
In fact, there was no point in doing more.
If you did that much and failed to get pregnant, it wouldn’t be because you failed because the amount of semen wasn’t enough.
‘My balls still feel sore.’
The pain did not go away, as if someone was intermittently clutching and releasing the egg repeatedly.
It was so squeezed that it briefly reminded me of the time when I was seduced by Jeren.
As the meat cooks, a little oil leaks out, making the campfire even louder.
“So what were you trying to tell me after all?”
“Ah, that… It’s about Lethe.”
“Lethe?”
She is a woman mistaken for destiny, and the first heroine of this world.
Even when she remembers her now, she doesn’t feel her nostalgia.
But… I could guess why Jurgen looked like a dark demon to my eyes.
‘It was because of me.’
Just as Delton turned into a demon after hearing the NTR drip from me, I wonder if that Jurgon made an error in his misconception that I stole his woman.
That kind of guess.
“Does Changmuk know how Lethe died?”
Her memory was hazy, but I knew it well if it was a cause of death.
Certainly….
She said, “I heard she died in an accident. That you tripped her wrong in her bathroom.”
“Yes. That’s a lie.”
“What… ?”
If you think about it, it was.
How did she rescue her from her poor environment in a village that fell into a deep pit?
Also, how did she discover it overnight?
“Lethe did not die in an accident. Someone killed her on purpose.”
“So you’re saying the villagers lied?”
“Are you sure. That’s right, if there was a murder in Raham on a very small scale, everyone would leave. Who would want to live with a killer.”
It made sense.
I wasn’t particularly upset about it though.
Is it because too much time has passed?
“Is the culprit a villager?”
It’s just a matter of visiting it sometime.
Even though I’ve never committed a murder in this world, and of course on Earth.
I am willing to avenge her for her sake of helping her adapt.
Because it is more efficient than belated mourning.
“Right.”
Ociel looked at my expression, and after confirming that there was no noticeable change, she continued.
“The thing that killed Lethe is that she is from the same village. She is the closest person to her and hers. A person bound by fate with Lete.”
Her words naturally reminded her of a guy, but she believed it wasn’t her.
However, contrary to my wishes, the cruel truth comes out of Osiel’s mouth.
“Yurgon. As you know, he is called a warrior.”
Her death was the process that Nara was caused by her bug.
Because of me, he killed his destiny, Lethe.
However,
Even if I really messed up the fate that was destined for this world, it was his will that killed Lethe.
For the past few days, I’ve thought he’d paid the price for hurting Leah.
Because I stole most of the people he coveted and the blessings that belonged to the warriors.
A half-hearted warrior with no comrades, with only a portion of his divine protection left.
Since the last heroine was already dead anyway, I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about Yurgon anymore.
“I see.”
It was bolder than I thought.
I just realized again what I had to do.
I kill the hero of this world.
If there is a need to fill the vacancy of a warrior,
‘I will become a warrior.’
That was all.
Ah well it’s better then?