Chapter 484 – Peyen’s Secret 1
“It’s black… Mom… Dad…”
When I think of my childhood, the first thing that comes to mind is the memory of crying endlessly.
I don’t remember the place or the surrounding scenery, but I remember crying bitterly every day as a child.
I can’t even remember the faces of my parents who were calling me while crying. Even so, the sadness of those days is clearly engraved in my memory, and does not disappear even after decades.
Somewhere in town inside the house alone. A little elf with black hair who hugs his small body and weeps endlessly.
Why are you crying what is so sad where have your parents gone?
As if answering a question like that, the oldest memory I remember comes back.
“Oh. Look over there. That child…”
“Ah… That child is Faerun and Marien’s child…”
“Tstsutsuk… To leave that young thing behind and go back to the World Tree. I’m so sorry…”
A village near the World Tree. My parents’ funeral was held in the cemetery there.
While I clung to my parents’ graves and cried endlessly, I don’t remember their faces, but I do remember the many elves who gathered at the funeral looking at me and whispering.
If it was complete sympathy for the young elf who lost his parents, I wouldn’t have cried so much every day.
But at this time, the adult elves’ voices were more deeply etched with other emotions than sympathy.
“…As expected, isn’t that child cursed?”
“Looking at Faerun and Marien dying so absurdly, it seems like that, right?”
“The queen said no, but… Since the elf has such ominous black hair…”
“Even with the blessing of the World Tree, such an ominous color… I guess that child must be mistaken by the Queen…”
“Aren’t we also cursed for taking them to the village for no reason?”
“But if I kick him out, what will the queen who allowed that child say…”
Did you say that he went out to hunt monsters and died after encountering an unknown monster or monster?
The elves in the village I lived in were thinking of me as the cause of my parents’ deaths.
They are elves who are born with bright hair color under the influence of Esser of the World Tree. The elves who saw me born with black hair and whispered that I was ominous.
As soon as I was born, my parents went to the Queen, the manager of the World Tree, to confirm that I was not cursed.
However, they fell for such unproven superstitions, and felt sorry for me even though there was proof from the Elf Queen.
At least when my parents were alive, I didn’t openly show it in front of them…
But since my parents died on this day, I became a cursed child who shouldn’t be near these elves.
Such unscientific superstition. Now that I think about it, it’s just nonsense.
Because of the sadness of losing my parents and my young age, at this time I was unable to refute the gossips of adults and just cried.
“Hey! Black hair! I heard your parents died because of you?”
“It’s ominous, so don’t stay here and go somewhere else!”
“Is it because of you that Grandpa Hersil died not too long ago!?”
“Don’t come any closer! We are cursed too!”
Was it because I just passed over the gossips of adults at my parents’ funeral?
After that, the cursed child began to be rejected in the village.
The first thing that started was the bullying of young elves who were about the same age as me.
Although the birth rate is low, elves live a long life for 2-300 years after reaching adulthood at a rate similar to that of humans, so the few young elves tend to become close to each other.
However, I couldn’t join the group of young elves my age and had to avoid the places they went.
By the time the young elves who rejected me started taking action by throwing stones as well as words.
At that time, even the adults who had only been whispering about me began to frown when they saw me and to show their disapproval of me through actions little by little.
If they hadn’t respected the elven queen for recognizing me, they would have starved to death without even being given food on the verge of spoiling…
While being rejected by my own people day after day like that, I was resigned to thinking that I was cursed.
When was it By the time I reached the age where I no longer shed tears, I bumped into someone somewhere in town.
The male elf, who was angry with a disgusted expression, saying that a cursed child bumped into him.
Did something bad happen that day? Even though I’m already used to hating it, the elf’s anger is something unusual…
He grabbed my hair and started beating me, saying he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Oh That’s it. While being beaten to such an extent that I thought so, a feeling of relief welled up inside me that I didn’t have to suffer anymore.
“Stop! What are you doing to a child!?”
At that time, a group of human warriors who were staying in the village and came to the kingdom of beasts stood in front of the elf as if to protect me.
At that time, he still had black hair, and his smile was truly disgusting.
Even though it was a situation where an accident should not happen in the Kingdom of Beasts, the human held out his staff to the elves without hesitation to protect me, who was a cursed child.
“Outsiders out! Because that bitch is a cursed bitch! Can’t you see that black hair!?”
“What…!? Cursed that his hair was black!? Such nonsensical nonsense…! Is there no one with proper knowledge in this town!? As an elf!?”
While confronting the villagers, a human who shouted as if admonishing the villagers, saying how the world tree is and how Eser is.
Perhaps they thought of me as a child, but when the villagers told me that I was approaching 20 years old, I was shocked for a moment…
Nevertheless, the human confronted the villagers as if to keep protecting me.
While staring blankly at the man’s back, thinking ‘there is a human who wants to protect me from being cursed’.
As the human men’s companions gathered one by one, the villagers kicked their tongues and scattered…
And the man who protected me reached out his hand to me as I lay there with bruises all over his body.
“Little boy… No, elf girl. Would you like to go to the Magic City with me?”
To the subject who always puts on a nasty expression and takes on troublesome tasks.
This man, who only smiles like that, gave me a soft smile that looked so benevolent this time…
I, who had almost given up on everything, made me want to hold the man’s hand.
“…Are you okay? I am a cursed elf…”
“You are not cursed. I’ll guarantee you. After all, I am a person who studies magic. Not my area of expertise, but I know a lot about curses. There is no curse like that for elves.”
He smiled confidently, the man who told me I wasn’t cursed.
If I hadn’t met this man, I would have died today or been kicked out of town and turned into a corpse somewhere.
“Although it is in the human kingdom, the magic city is a city of wizards without distinction of race. If you go there, you will be able to have fun while learning various things.”
Liar. Rather than having fun, there were more annoying days and more tiring days.
For about 10 years, I was in the joy of learning and had quite a lot of fun, but even during that time, I couldn’t get used to the gazes of other students.
So, once I got my degree, I was going to live alone in a quiet place. I couldn’t do that because you kept asking me to be an assistant or a professor.
Even research requests from large guilds or companies somewhere are really… Are you doing this on purpose, knowing that I don’t like meeting people?
I’ll take care of myself, but if you’re too wide… Do you know how embarrassed I was when I heard that you were kicked in shackles for messing around with women in a bar?
Because he is a wizard, he has no stamina and is not young. What kind of confidence did the aging man say?
While revealing a woman like that, how can you treat me like a daughter-in-law? What the hell kind of care is that?
…But, thank you Saruang for reaching out to me at this time.
Even if I go back to this time, I will hold on to the hand you extended with gratitude.
“If you hate elves, how about just humans? Can you give me a young child? Just then, a smart kid named Mikhail came in…”
But this was a bit far-fetched. Why the hell do you care about my marriage?
I was just comfortable being alone. Even at this time, the professor life was annoying and I didn’t want to do anything…
Humans all looked at me curiously, and the elves who sometimes came to study abroad didn’t want to see me. What kind of marriage is that for me?
What they even attached to me was that I was a child over 10 years old. I’m dumbfounded…
How the hell did you take care of me? You entrusted such a child to me? Did you ever think you would fit in because of my looks? Anyway, as I got older, I only heard senility.
“Oh, hello! My name is Mikhail, Professor!”
…Well, it wasn’t bad for Mikhail to act politely even when he saw me looking like he was the same age as him.
It was not the students who taught while lecturing, but the students who taught me one by one for the first time, so it was fun in its own way.
In addition, as I put it next to him and taught him, it was quite comfortable and cute that he learned to do housework and meal preparation for me before I knew it.
Of course, that was until Mikhail was young, but…
“Calm down, Payen! You shouldn’t be too stretched out just because you’ve submitted a thesis! It’s a waste of your brilliant brain! I should do more research while meeting people!”
Since when? Mikhail started talking to me…
Was it when you were locked in your room and didn’t come out for about a year? He quietly took care of me, but at some point, as if he couldn’t let me go anymore, he started to bother me…
Being arrogant about my pupil… Well, though, taking care of me is the same as when I was young.
But rather than Mikhail being so arrogant, I was more annoyed by Sarouang’s nasty expression when he looked at Mikhail and me!
Anyway… Why are you laughing like you’re thinking? That inspiration…
Looking at me and Mikhail, he muttered, ‘Soon…’. What’s soon, you crazy old man.
Do you think I, over 50, will have such feelings for a student I’ve known since I was a kid?
…Well, as I became an adult, my youthful tinge disappeared, so I got better. No matter how much it is, if it was a human being, the age difference would be the same as that of a son. How could you have that feeling?
“Payen. I became a warrior Now let alone research, I will protect you… Oh, no. Forget what I said after…”
…But, when I confessed to becoming a hero about two years ago… I was a little surprised.
It was Mikhail who wanted to be the most outstanding among his peers. One day you suddenly become a warrior…
They say that you have to have a strong desire to protect something to become a hero… Obviously, the words after that, asking you to forget…
Whoa. No. Considering the age difference, you shouldn’t be thrilled by such words. He’s the disciple I’ve been raising since I was little.
Since there is a difference in lifespan between humans and elves, having such feelings for Mikhail is the worst for a teacher and a woman.
And most of all… I’m comfortable being alone.
I’m not the most human in this city, but I can’t get along with the elves who come to study.
Maybe if you two die or go somewhere, maybe in this city where I’ve been living for a long time…
“Heh heh heh. Payen. You’re worrying about useless things. While shamelessly not doing anything and just rolling around.”
“I mean, Dean… Payen. The Magic City is your home. It won’t change even if the dean and I don’t exist. If you’re really worried, start hanging out with people…”
I hate that. Seriously, just thinking about hanging out with someone makes me tired.
Whether it’s a human, an elf, or a demon, it’s just that I’m tired of hanging out with anyone.
Now that I’m older, things from my childhood are just a bit irritating, and I don’t particularly have any ill feelings towards each of the elves… But I still don’t like to see them…
I can’t even get along with my own people. How can humans and demons with different lifespans and appearances be different?
Of course, I also think of the Magic City as my home… But if you disappear, I won’t be able to stay here any longer as I will only eat and not do the minimum work.
Maybe both of them are worried about me like that… But there’s no need to treat an elf like me as a daughter or as a woman.
Anyway, they are idiots. Do you think you will continue to live in the Magic City once you have a family? I really…
…But thank you Saruang. For treating me like a daughter and worrying about me.
Thank you, Mikhail, for liking my ugly teacher. I may not receive your heart, but I also consider you special.
If it wasn’t for the two of them, I wouldn’t have been able to stay in the Magic City for decades.
I don’t have any intention of becoming a family with my pupils or forcibly creating a place where I can hang out with other people… But still, as long as the two of us are here, this is my home…
So, while this is my home… While you two, caring for me…
I am, happily… That god…
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“…Ugh!?”
I woke up from my sleep with a feeling of something unpleasant.
Apparently, it seemed like he was having a dream that reminded him of old memories. As if recalling memories, we were meeting pleasant sights.
But at the end of those memories, I feel as if I have seen something, a strange sight that is so uncomfortable…
Why did Sema suddenly appear from a dream?
It’s only been 2-3 days since I met Shin Soo-rang…
“Ha, ha… Ha…”
Something unpleasant, but for some reason, it’s a strange feeling that doesn’t feel bad.
For some reason, it feels like something sloppy has stuck to my body.
…This is probably what I experienced before going to sleep today… Mystical, that…
“…Tsk. What kind of guy’s semen is like that…”
It must be because of the large amount of semen that gave off that dizzyingly strong smell.
Semen wriggling as if it were alive… Plus, the huge amount that formed puddles on the floor of the lab…
To ejaculate such semen. What the hell is the divine body like?
Although he was pretending to be calm on the outside… It was difficult to keep calm in front of the Shinsoo because of the surprise of the enormous amount of semen and the feeling that his body was somehow getting hot.
Maybe it’s because of the feeling that something is going wrong in my head, I even brought Shinsoo to my room without realizing it, even though there was no particular reason to bring it…
What the hell was that semen? Is that as long as the semen is right?
Quite a bit of time passed and I washed my body thoroughly. But for some reason, it feels like the semen is still clinging to my body.
“Haa… Didn’t I just say that I was researching reproductive cells first…”
It seemed to be some kind of mutant monster, so I was interested in it thinking that if the number increased, I would be able to do various researches.
But, I never thought I would experience something like that.
I looked at the genitalia of the monsters in various ways… Most of them collected reproductive cells directly from the balls, but I rarely saw semen.
It seems that the thought of finishing the troublesome things first made things more troublesome.
“…Still, it’s definitely a novel subject worth researching…”
Since he couldn’t keep all of it, he kept only about a cup of water.
With such wriggling vitality, I think I might find something interesting in that semen.
Tesser detected in the divine beast’s blood… What if it is also detected in the semen?
I thought that Essentia’s life forms could not handle the energy. But what if there was a way for a small cell like a sperm to hold it?
If so… This might be a new source of energy for the life forms of Essentia.
“…I think it can be used as a reference for Mikhail’s research… And Saruen will also like it, saying it’s a new discovery…?”
Like me, Mikhail and Sarouang are scholars who are interested in anything new.
Particularly on the part of Sarouang, she might shed tears when she heard that she would see such a discovery in her later years.
No, if it’s that human personality, it’s definitely like that…
“…Great. It’s been a long time since I’ve been motivated…!”
It’s an age where working is annoying, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t like research.
It’s just that I don’t like human relationships or troublesome things that get entangled in research.
Other than that, researching something for me is one of the few pleasures I have.
In addition, I would be able to see the happy faces of the people who are important to me. How can you be motivated?
So… Mikhail. Sarouang. Hang in there.
It’s a forced undertaking, but I’ll make you a very surprising discovery.
