## Chapter 1739 – Chronicles of a Black-Haired Foreigner – The Life of a Transcendent
“Just what artifact did you get! This mother is dying to know what it is!”
“Mom, come on…!”
Shuka covered her face with both hands and bowed her head deeply. It was all because Risha had said that the moment she arrived. She hadn’t even told her mom, but she had already seen everything.
I would have been embarrassed too.
“Come on! This mother is quite lenient when it comes to spoilers!”
Wait, lenient with spoilers?
“So won’t you tell your mother!”
“Please…!”
“Oh my, Risha. You’re embarrassing the child.”
I went straight to Risha, gently wrapped my arms around her waist, and spoke.
“Hehe, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m enjoying watching you very much. The fact that my daughter has such talent makes me so proud. Why would you need to be embarrassed?”
Risha praised Shuka’s talent with her signature motherly smile. For Risha, it was nothing but joy and happiness.
Of course, Shuka was probably embarrassed.
“Still, it’s quite disappointing! Why didn’t you tell your mother and only told your father! I’m hurt!”
“It’s embarrassing to tell Mom…!”
“What is there to be embarrassed about?”
Risha hugged Shuka, who had become defenseless, and rubbed her cheek against hers as if she were very lovely.
“More importantly, that bracelet must be an artifact. Isn’t it? Since you were being chased by ghouls, I’m guessing it’s something that can overcome that situation, but only Shuka knows its true identity.”
Risha kept asking, as if she was extremely curious. Wait, does Risha really like this kind of thing? She hadn’t really shown that side of herself before, but did she become interested after seeing Shuka write?
Anyway, watching Risha act like this made me feel extreme cuteness. What’s the age difference between Risha and Shuka? At least 500 years. How can they be so heartwarming and cute?
“So won’t you tell only your mother, just a little bit?”
By that point, Shuka had deactivated her face-covering mode and said firmly,
“No spoilers.”
“I won’t tell anyone! Can’t you do even that much for your mother!”
“Still no. Dad. Stop Mom, quick. I can’t spoil it.”
“I will!”
—Whoosh!
“Ah!”
I immediately picked Risha up in a princess carry!
“This woman, as light as a feather, dares to harass Shuka?”
“W-wait! Aren’t you embarrassed in front of Shuka…!”
Risha’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment. Shuka’s face had just been like that.
This is called reciprocal empathy.
“That’s exactly how Shuka feels right now, Risha. By the way, were you watching Shuka’s writing the whole time?”
“I was watching from the middle part. It was so interesting. But I pretended not to know, and finally couldn’t resist leaving a comment today. Because of that bracelet!”
Honestly, I’m curious too.
Of course, it’s all in Shuka’s head.
“But why is your nickname ‘Bewitching Black Witch’?”
“Are you saying I’m not bewitching?”
Risha retorted, pouting at my words.
“…”
Bewitching, huh.
I looked at Risha, who was held in my arms like a princess. Beautiful silver hair, a beauty that could stop your heart… and breasts as large as Winia’s.
“Yeah. I admit it. Risha is the most bewitching in the world.”
I have to admit it.
“Hehe, that’s right. I think it’s a very fitting nickname. I’ll be leaving comments often from now on, so I hope Shuka will reply to this mother without fail.”
“I can’t!”
“Why ever not!”
“I told you, it’s embarrassing…! Mom! No! Don’t write comments!”
“Gasp…!”
Shock!
Risha opened her mouth in surprise at those words.
“Sh-Shuka. Why would you say such harsh things to your mother…”
“Hmph. I don’t know. Dad. Stop Mom from writing comments.”
“No, but Shuka. What are you going to do if Mom’s enjoying it? You’re breaking her heart.”
“But it’s embarrassing. I wasn’t planning on showing it yet. I was going to show it to Mom later.”
Shuka crossed her arms and turned her head, making a “hmph” sound.
“Sniff! How sad! A well-raised daughter is trying to leave her mother’s embrace!”
I guess I have no choice.
“Risha. Listen to Shuka. Shuka, that’s it, right? You were going to show it to Mom when you got better at writing, right?”
“That’s right. That’s what it was. But Mom saw it first.”
“See, Risha. Shuka wanted to show you a better version of herself. Hehehe, isn’t she cute? So let it go.”
“…Hmm.”
At those words, the corners of Risha’s lips twitched as she had been saddened. What a simple daughter-fool. It’s all written on your face, woman.
“I-if that’s the case… then I was definitely wrong. But it was fun. Shuka. Your mother already thinks you’re very cool.”
“I wanted to show you when I was even cooler…”
How admirable.
“Anyway, Risha. Kids grow up like this. But how did you know Shuka was writing a novel?”
“Ah, I heard it from Kadia.”
Kadia was the informant!
“No, Aunt Kadia told you? Why would she say something like that…!”
“Isn’t it natural to share stories about the children every day? Well, this mother was more curious and looked it up myself. So won’t you forgive me?”
—Swoosh.
I immediately put Risha down.
“Well, then I’ll forgive you.”
“Hehe, thank you.”
Well then.
“Shuka. Since Mom knows everything anyway, let’s shake off the embarrassment and be confident. Mom’s enjoying it a lot, you know.”
“…”
Shuka reacted slightly petulantly to my words, but…
“…I guess I have no choice.”
She calmly admitted it.
“Thank you!”
“…It’s enough if it was fun. What did you like about it, Mom?”
“I liked the initial setup. Didn’t the protagonist suddenly wake up in an ancient tomb that no one knew about? The fact that someone who lived an ordinary life became like that was really interesting.”
“Heh, heheh.”
Shuka’s mouth was about to reach her ears from Risha’s praise. See? She’ll like it if you praise her. How could she say such things to her mother?
“Really? I guess Mom knows a thing or two.”
“Risha. I told you about that material.”
“Wasn’t that from the time of the Necropolis? I felt it while watching. Hehehe, really. To think Shuka has this kind of talent. I’m so happy. I’m still curious about the artifact, though.”
“You’re holding a grudge, Mom…!”
“Oh, how about telling everyone in the family about it?”
“No! I’m not writing for family! Humans are the target audience!”
She was writing for humans to see.
Well, since most people who read internet novels are humans. In this way, Shuka wants to leave something meaningful to humans as an author. That’s what’s so admirable.
“Anyway, Mom. You can write comments if you want, but don’t write in your usual tone. Write normally, normally.”
“Normally, you say? Hmm… I understand.”
“And keep your personal information completely hidden.”
“That’s a matter of course.”
No matter how unfamiliar Risha is with that kind of culture, she wouldn’t reveal such things.
“Hey. Shuka. Should I show Mom some of the things you wrote a long time ago?”
“No way! That’s even more embarrassing!”
“Old novels…! I’m curious about that too!”
“Dad! Why did you bring that up!”
“Hehehe, it can happen.”
“Hoo… So, Dad. About the novel.”
“Yeah.”
That’s right. I came here to talk to Shuka about the novel in the first place.
“If Dad was an adventurer, like, if you were human. What would it be like in that situation?”
“Ghouls are chasing you, right? I wouldn’t let my guard down and keep running away.”
Life is precious.
“I have to survive no matter what. But honestly, it’s difficult in that kind of space. You don’t know what’s there, and there’s no place to rest properly.”
“A proper place to rest… Ah, then I should add a small safe zone.”
“A safe zone?”
“If I keep getting chased and hiding like this, the readers will be suffocated too. I have to let them breathe. I’m going to add a safe zone. I guess I get good ideas for the plot when I talk to Dad.”
“Well, this father is grateful.”
I’m so happy to be helpful to my daughter.
“This mother wants to join in too!”
“Mom, you’ve never been an adventurer.”
“I-I did wander around in the old days.”
“Huh? Really?”
That happened before she met Karin.
“Ah, then tell me some old stories, Mom.”
* * *
“Now, we will begin the graduation ceremony!!!”
—Woo-oh-oh-oh-oh!
—Oh-oh-oh!
—Oh-oh-oh-oh!
Maharen shouted, and at the same time, cheers erupted. That’s right. Today is the day the first class of this hellish spiritual education graduates. A week goes by so fast.
Well, this is also a monumental event. I led my wives and watched the whole situation from above the hellish skies.
“Everyone! It’s time to go home now! With a very light heart! Because you’ve washed away all the wrong thoughts here! While diligently receiving education for the past week, you have been reborn as citizens of the Heavenly Demon Church!!!”
He’s like a paladin.
“Hey. He’s better at talking than I thought?”
“I know.”
Winia nodded at Karin’s words.
“Is he good enough to use? Looking at it, the humans are generally responding well. Maharen is quite useful.”
Karin nodded.
“Ah, I have to admit that.”
I didn’t think he would educate the first trainees so well. I have to admit that. Look at the humans reacting so strongly to Maharen’s shouts.
“But the important thing is whether they harbor other thoughts again, Khatt-nim.”
“It’s okay, that’s fine. If they have other thoughts, I’ll make them come back again and again.”
The place of education is always open.
That is my belief.
“They will be educated until they completely change their minds.”
“Hehehe, that’s a very Khatt-like measure.”
