Chapter 644 – Oh My Fairy (7)
Dana and Veronica didn’t come to their senses until about 10 seconds later.
“Ahhh—!! I got cut in line again, again!! The stove was stolen by a calm cat—!!”
“Master, why do I not have your baby? Master, why do I not have a baby? Master, why do I not have a baby? Master, why am I
“Wow! I worked hard on birth control, and I had a daughter! Breast milk too! But I don’t remember giving birth to the fuck!”
“No wedding ring, no kids? Can’t get married, can’t have children? No wedding ring, no kids? Can’t get married, can’t have children? No wedding ring, no kids.”
“People in the desert country receive children from fairies! It seems that there is such a culture in Silicot! Is this the changeling or something?”
“Oh, yes! I was a lowly vicorn with no identity and no curses lifted! Still, if I ever get pregnant, I can’t waste the seeker’s grace, so I’ll go to the holy land, stay there for 10 months, give birth on my own, and raise it as a family member.
“No, I’m going to fuck you.”
A bitch who has regained his sanity. You went crazy in pairs.
“What happened?”
After spending a long time and struggling to explain to my wives, I asked such a question, and the Fairy King, who was watching us excitedly, burst into laughter.
—Isn’t that a question in the sense of why that child took the form of a fairy?
“Yes. I asked why he considers her to be his mother.”
What does appearance matter? Now that I’m back, I can’t seem to unleash my anger with macho-like fists, or even confide in my feelings.
‘If she got her ego for a while with the fairy king’s ability, her appearance makes her look like a fairy.’
It was a question I had thought about up to that point, but the finger-sized King seated with a miniature chair at the table only shrugged his shoulders.
—It’s a legitimate question, but how would you know if you asked me? Me and that kid are meeting for the first time today.
No, write, where is such an irresponsible answer?
For a moment, I thought that this minimized biopic fairy king was trying to bully me, but after thinking about it for a second, his words made sense.
Unless this nobleman made it that way on purpose, there would be no way to know.
‘I wouldn’t have set Nefertiti, who I didn’t even know existed until I met her, as my spear’s magic.’
Damn, now I’m not a horse’s daughter, but a prostitute’s daughter.
That creative fairy… It’s hard to call. Shall we call it a window?
‘No, that’s a bit like a trot singer.’
Anyway, the Spear Fairy, held by Nefertiti, blinked away, then realized my gaze and jerked its head! And returned it
It’s hard to avoid people’s eyes, so you screwed her mother out.
Thinking that far, I put into my mouth an uncertain question that passed through my mind.
“The blades on my spear are from her. Could that be the effect?”
—It’s the spear edge. It must have been mithril, right?
“Yes.”
—Then, in all probability, that is the cause.
The fairy king picked up the fruit placed for refreshment and shaped it into a chick-like shape.
Hmmm, that’s so fucking amazing. After only watching wizards like MMORPG magic dealers, seeing magic in Disney’s cartoon garden gave me a new feeling.
—Metal is a mysterious substance. The impure rubbish iron that gets caught in your feet might have lived longer than me, literally thousands of years.
Sounds like an introduction to pseudo-pseudoscience.
Can a lump of metal be described as alive? It was a little funny, but I decided to accept it, thinking that something like that would happen with the feeling of a fairy tale or fantasy.
Salang… The fruit chick flapped its wings and flew up to the spear fairy.
The Spear Fairy looked at it curiously, then picked it up with her hand and put it in her mouth.
Nefertiti had a strange misunderstanding, but looking at her age as she looked, that fairy wasn’t the age to breastfeed or drink. I was the age when I graduated from baby food.
The Fairy King chuckled as he picked up a fruit larger than his head with a fork.
—Even normal iron is like that, but what about Mithril, which embraces mana other than earthly mana? Miracles that cannot be read with conventional wisdom will happen.
“It is a devastating miracle.”
—There is a little bit of that in a miracle if you are not the person in charge. But this time, you’re also a party, right? Maybe it’s not all bad.
Prophecy, or even advice?
It was a very strange thing. Coming out of the mouth of such a mysterious creature, even the list of words that can only be heard as Zen dialogue sounds like it has a plausible meaning.
Wrong wow—!
A fairy king who, by the standard of an average person, devours a fruit as big as a bed in a few bites and then flies up. He waved his hand incongruously with his authority and spoke loudly.
—It was a short meeting, but it was fun. From now on, it’s entirely up to you guys, so I’ll step back without meddling too much. Thank you for doing as you promised with Monica.
“Yes. Please go in.”
The fairy king, who spread his butterfly wings and flew away, did not even look back.
From now on, it’s time for the rough overlord.
Bored—. Monica staring at me.
‘I can’t understand Britannia.’
I should have spoken in Romanian.
I burst out laughing and set the promised reward—a book and a few small envelopes—on Monica’s table next to the miniature table.
<... How the hell did you do this in one day?>
Having identified a rare book on botany—the Romania Revised Edition—and precious seeds from many countries, Monica opened her mouth. I guess I didn’t know that I would bring out the goods.
‘How is it? I asked the wives of my family.’
It seems that there was nothing difficult if you jump up a little.
-The head of the wizard guild prepared it in one night.
These were the words Tirsi left in the accompanying letter.
It seems that the elf-sama, the entrance to Tara who enjoys the mundane world, had ties to the botanical world and the agricultural society. It’s like top-notch champignon oil or red pepper-powder, so it’s hard to get without a network. Do it great.
〈Where were you satisfied?〉
〈… Umm~ I think it’s a little lacking~?〉
It sounded like a merchant touting products and asking for extra money, but I affirmed without complaint.
‘It’s cheap for the price of shooting a Moe flower beam at my window.’
It was a bit different from what I wanted, but didn’t it show results that I couldn’t ask for anywhere else? I didn’t have a bad conscience enough to put my effort into books or seeds that could be obtained with money.
‘Please wait a few more days. I’ll get you more.〉
Is it fucking bartering? It feels like the flea market in Anabada.
Even the fairy kingdom could not be called a rural corner, though.
– Dumbly. Monica said happily, raising my wages.
〈Usually, a daughter likes her father more than her mother~.〉
〈… Okay?〉
Monica’s eyes look over my shoulder. She turned her gullets after her.
Shuk-.
This time too, Chang averted his eyes as soon as my gaze was directed, which was proof that he had been looking at me all along, even until I turned around.
〈… That was helpful advice.”
〈Right~?〉
Monica, who nodded her head and smiled, said her hello and flew away.
The things I gave her chased after her in one file on her back as if playing a choo-choo train. What is it, a march? Fairies seem to be a species that replaces manual labor with mana suckers when they get older.
After being with the fairies, I let out a sigh.
‘Who would have thought that a spear drawn from the town blacksmith would become such a big deal.’
It was said that the blacksmith was a talent that was underestimated compared to his ability, and the materials were fucking expensive, but it felt like a bad item had popped up in a game without thinking.
“I pulled out a spear and an SSR came out. Is this good?”
Even if this is a Naver cafe, this is an insulting remark.
It was me who had become proficient in beats.
***
I had heard of such a thing before.
It was a joke I saw on an SNS post that is famous for being a brain-drinking bird.
It was plausible.
People in primitive societies are old enough to have a 3-7 year old child in their 20s.
5 years old… The age at which the birth of a life that started with ‘I’ll put it in’ is counted as rounding off.
The time when the human brain develops to the level of a little smart dog or dolphin…
It’s such a scary age.
Have you ever heard the expression ‘the ugly 5 year old’?
Oh, did you say you were an ugly 4-year-old? Anyway, the activity and vigorous curiosity of a child between the ages of 3 and 5 were famous for providing parents with an endless road to hell.
Right at this time… A bit too wordy. Anyway, the troubles that children cause at this time of year are absolutely not the problems of their parents’ home education.
That random randomness is rather like gacha.
If you roll a die every turn and get a 6, the child born with a stomachache becomes a child of Satan. And, of course, the mother and father of the “Children of Satan” Have no choice but to become Satan.
Little children are angels and demons.
That is, the Nephilim. Humans are all creatures that evolved from the Nephilim, not monkeys.
Suddenly comes to mind The memory of a holiday when my cousin, who said he would risk his life for the baby when he was just born, complained, “Kill him.”
I could die for my son, but living without dying is harder than dying.
And the cousin’s son was cutting my back with the BGM of his father-to-be’s complaint. With the pirate sword of the Power Rangers, the advance guard of the evil Japanese-Toukatsu film…
Such a warrior, a warrior of justice, but a pirate?
As expected, Japanese sensibilities are sometimes difficult to understand. That sentiment was later confirmed after hearing the news of the new generation of power rangers’ robots shooting beams from trains attached to the groin, but this is probably not enough.
Well, ninjas and samurai are also on the side of justice, but wouldn’t pirates be a bit righteous too?
So anyway, if I were to say what I wanted to say…
Parenting is really fucking hard.
Choggling. Ugly 5 year old
And Jammin.
Not a goblin, but a human Jammin.
All of them are change angels of annihilation referring to children. There may be individual differences in how much contempt is put into words, but the expression itself does not have a good meaning.
It’s an expression I often use as a joke, but I never use it for normal children.
For example, the hunchback girl I saved from the circus troupe, Rosanna. When our Veronica was caught and whimpering, how could I curse her when she was feeding her mamma.
Exceptions are only those who are less loaded with some concepts.
It is the habit of our cocksuckers to say that they couldn’t think of when they were tadpole sperms, to sublimate the fucking plague in their memories when they were young into a hahahoho sensation, while blowing bubbles at the mistakes of their neighbors.
But it’s us ‘Jammin… Jammin Never Change… ‘ And forget it, isn’t it enough?
On the other hand, what about Jammin’s parents? They are in a situation where they have to repeat 10 times 24 hours a day, 365 days a year to transfer those children to people.
I have to do that, but after hardships, happiness begins, is cheap, and when I’m 15, the season begins. After 5 years, tuition fees, and after 4 to 6 years, they start to struggle with their children’s unemployment.
Mother is not strong. All the weak mothers were just messing around.
──The logic of survival of the fittest.
That was the reality of the wild life in the home, which continues even in the 21st century, which is made up of concrete jungles.
“My baby. Spring potatoes are delicious.”
“… …”
And having tasted the fragments of that hard life, I felt like I could more sympathize with the feelings of my cousin who was complaining to me at the time.
From now on, a less demanding gaze is needed before looking at Jammin.
-Wack!
I’ve been making egg potatoes, the treasure of K-restaurants, but the window fairy turned her head away without even looking at the sweet Smell’s potatoes.
‘Hey Sifal.’
Look how they don’t even pay attention to potato carcasses because they’re not from the same plant.
Even so, I don’t feel like wanting to punch someone because he’s cute.
After all, did I have to find that yellow nutrient ampoule that is sometimes planted on roadside trees instead of potatoes and put it in? Then, I think he will say, ‘Ahhh, Dad, cheer up, we are there,’ and pluck the head of a carnation from his own people and present it to this father.
“Yes, I am not your father, you bitch.”
I gave up early and tossed the egg potato into my mouth.
If this was really the daughter my wives gave birth to with stomachaches, I would never have thought of that, but this guy is not my real daughter, but a fairy of the window.
Seeing this child as her real daughter-in-law would be tantamount to over-immersion.
As much as I was promised to say goodbye in the first place, I am in the mode of ‘I will not give you affection’.
“Wooooo~. Then, should I leave that ugly dad alone and play with mom?”
“No, come to this mother! Don’t you like potatoes? Could I have some meat?”
No, but these ladies are real.
I tried to explain with pain in my mouth, ‘This is the guy who will fuse with me soon, just like Cell absorbs No. 18,’ but Dana and Veronica made a fuss about how cute this young lady was.
Yes these years Did you like TS Rory Kangbukho (with desert scent) that much?
“Did you guys have a baby without me knowing?”
“I was born with my heart without even knowing.”
“Even my sister doesn’t have an easy delivery at all on the chest side.”
“So I left it to the experts, and it grew up well.”
“Have you been a full-time substitute from childbirth to childcare? Raising a child, isn’t there a procurement system?”
“All my peers are looking for something comfortable. Anyway, to be born in a tree, I’m proud of my baby, because he looks like a hero in a legend. Oops! I was your child!”
Not even my child, you crazy bitch.
─ Szorre.
Maybe it’s just that it’s because I’m a DNA hybrid between the introverted and shy Nefertiti. In spite of the goodwill of our wives, the creative fairy only pursued genuine mothers with a certification mark attached to them.
“… Sleepy?”
“Yes…”
“… Shall we sleep together?”
“… Yes!”
Yes, our maiden Maman Nefertiti.
Look at how similar they are even to the way they speak. Fuck the world. Pope, are you watching? I practiced virgin conception in another world. Isn’t it really a method of pregnancy that is faithful to Christian ethics?
However, since I couldn’t maintain my virginity before marriage, I think I will keep it until after marriage.
‘Nefertiti was the woman who might have made me my wife…’
However, it feels like I left out a lot of things and dragged the side story episodes after the conclusion several months earlier. Anyway, it’s like a fucking different world. There’s nothing going on.
I smiled dejectedly as I stared at Nefertiti sleeping in her arms.
“It must be nice to have three mothers.”
“Six to be exact.”
“What is the standard when breast milk doesn’t come out and you can’t be treated like a mother? Fall short? Could it be?”
“Dana. There is not a woman among us who will push you with her heart.”
“Okay, let’s fight.”
Be quiet for a moment. Because your husband will be disturbed.
