Chapter 648 – Oh My Fairy (11)
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“I’ll help you come up with a name.”
A few minutes after the whirk, whirk, riding, somersault, panty exposure incident, Nefertiti said those words as if to overwrite my memory.
“Oh, that’s good.”
I’ve already backed up to cloud storage, so I can’t forget it. Perhaps because of her religious background, these were clean, pure white panties. Actually, it’s not a big deal, but it leaves an impression for nothing.
I said as I brushed the hair of my self-proclaimed daughter, who works hard to leave a picture.
“Looking back, I am worried. Should I come up with a name that suits this look?”
“Well… Since it’s a girl, is it a cute name?”
“A cute name?”
Me pausing my skillful brushing against Fran. To use the skills cultivated by her wife on another woman’s child is somehow immoral and hurts my conscience.
“Honey, daughter. How about something like Annabelle or Tiffany?”
“No.”
The spirit of the window behaved badly as if dealing with a kindergarten teacher who was trying to feed him spinach.
Look at what this year is determined. If I were a human, I would have grown up and grown up.
“Oh no, how old and rooted is this name, and they hate it?”
It’s too much for a group of people like you and me who have no roots in another world.
However, the Spear Spirit was adamant. If he was very determined, he stopped even the hand that was sitting and drawing.
“I like a nice name.”
“Is it right?”
Well, Tiffany is the weapon of a macho with melancholic eyes and taciturnity like me. It’s a name that doesn’t fit well. This guy is more thoughtful than he looks.
It is also important that the name suits the target!
How creepy it would be if a rambunctious gladiator called his sword “Pinky Pie.” A person’s name didn’t fit very well.
“I don’t like it unless it has a name that other weapons would envy.”
“Don’t take note.”
A name that weapons would envy.
‘It’s like I know, and it’s like I don’t know.’
In the first place, the heads of other weapons probably don’t have the intelligence to talk about names. After saying that, our daughter-in-law gladly added and added the request after careful consideration.
“A name that seems to come out of a legend. Never.”
“I have a certain taste.”
“Mjolnir. Gungnir. The Galarhorn. Something like that.”
“Okay okay.”
Is it because it is essentially a weapon? It’s a resolute request, like cutting with a knife.
‘Anyway, now that I think about it, the situation is funny.’
Who in the fucking world would have given their first name anything they wanted? 90% of all human beings say, ‘Mg-ae, I’m your bastard. Give me a name’ and your parents would have given it to you.
‘Ah, is there a way to change one’s name?’
If you use a name other than your real name, you can name it whatever you want.
For example, a stage name. Ralilulalililuru.
‘Rather, it would be easier to name it because it’s clear what it wants.’
Did you say that the request that makes designers crazy is nothing other than vague requests such as ‘more modern’, ‘blush’, or ‘it’s different from what I thought’.
Even when giving something like a birthday present, knowing what you want would have less room to worry, and it might be better to appeal to your taste exactly like that.
-Smart.
Then someone knocked on the door of Nefertiti’s room.
“Excuse me. It’s veronica The owner, who went out to exercise in the morning, has been missing for three hours, but has he been to your room by any chance?”
“Yes. Here it is.”
“Also. May I come in?”
“Yes.”
With Nefertiti’s permission, Veronica and Dana entered the room. As soon as they entered the room, they put aside everything else and saw me holding the spear spirit.
Dana let out a laugh.
“Wow, have you been friends since then? I married a capybara, not a man.”
“… The answer is a picture.”
Veronica, who brought snacks, said as if she was shivering.
Maybe he was trying to lure the spear spirit with that sweet snack. As we watch our Goddess try to please the life on earth, she puts all her efforts into it, so I feel like I’m about to burst into tears for some reason.
Yes. She’s all about being such a good mother.
“… Who?”
The spirit of the window starts to get shy as if drawing a picture was a lie. I picked his words carefully as I stroked his hair.
“Dads wives. So, those sisters are also mothers.”
“Mom… Mom?”
It looks like a question mark will pop up in your eyes.
The self-proclaimed daughter-in-law looked back and forth between Nefertiti and her our wives, her eyes trembling, as if by chance encounter with an incomprehensible unknown.
“… Ah.”
In the midst of such chaos, the Spear Spirit eventually shouted as if it had awakened to something new.
“Mom is not singular!”
You’ve come to a great realization, yes.
I don’t know who he resembles, really.
***
A few days after that.
After my daughter-in-law, who has not yet lost her innocence, accepts that “Mom” Can exist in many places in the world at the same time like Santa Claus, the daily lives of the four of us——no, the five of us—become noisy.
“… Don’t you eat sweets?”
“Yes. Water tastes the best! Would you like a drink, too?”
“That, yes. Thank you.”
The Spear Spirit defined Dana and Veronica as “Nun mother” And “Horn mother,” And from then on, they hung out together without covering their faces. Of course, my wife loved it.
“Horn mother, it’s a fucking anteater-like naming method. Aren’t you making the name too crude?”
“Hey, 「Increase yellow-faced females」.”
“So, are you a ‘dog hair washboard’?”
Watching her wives play with a child who looks exactly like me while reading a blood book at leisure, she feels like a doctor who is just the right age and lives in seclusion. Det? When did all the fighting end?
“Puhh. My daughter, what are you eating?”
“Ant.”
“Ah-!! Spit it out!! Hurry up and do it!!”
Of course, there was no mind to just be idle.
She says that when she is raising a child, she loses her mind, but there was nothing wrong with that. I can hardly remember how these days passed.
“… Where are you?”
“It is in my dream. Why is Nefertiti here?”
“Wow! Wide!”
Doesn’t Nefertiti, sleeping with her daughter-in-law, enter my dream, drawn by her daughter, and her spear spirit roaring and roaring at the white raven that descended from the sky?
‘Are you that big already? Humans grow so fast!!
〈… Uh? Are you human? I can smell the scent of spirits?〉
“Sister mother, sister mother! What is this juice?! Tasty!”
“… I want you to eat only whole drinks. Would you like more?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Milk Extractor.”
Anyway, it was a mindless time.
Of course it was me. Anyway, her wives looked happy.
I shut my mouth tightly at the news of the elf, now completely solidified into Olaf.
“Whoa…”
And only then did I realize that I had given that spirit quite a bit of my heart. I was deliberately trying not to do that.
Well, where does the human heart go as it pleases?
Just like mothers and fathers who said, “If you bring a dog into my house, I will kick it out,” They love dogs more than anyone else.
So I went to Monica’s botanical garden as if going on a picnic with her family, and after paying her the reward she promised, I asked for a conversation with the fairy king who happened to visit Monica.
—As you might expect, the four spears will return to their original form once you leave Silly Court.
The fairy king, who was setting scones and black tea on the table and handing out snacks to rabbits passing by, spoke. It’s really just a tea party with an atmosphere like Alice in Wonderland.
“Is it impossible to keep it outside?”
—If I can follow it, it will be possible. But, unless there are no fairies left in this country and they have disappeared, I have no intention of leaving here.
I made a sneaky impression.
It was a natural thing, and a natural answer.
-Are you worried after your spear is back to normal?
“Well, it can’t be, can’t it?”
A sigh was mixed with the answer he gave back.
I have to go back to Tatarnia in a few days, so even if I reconciled with Chang, our current relationship would be gone. It’s absorbed by me and it’s over.
Maybe I’ll see Dana and Veronica talking to my window.
“Think about it. And if that guy goes back to the spear, how am I going to wield it? Even if I confiscate my face and throw it away, would my wives be disgusted with me?”
It seems funny at first glance, but it was a fucking serious problem.
Even if he tried to pretend to just give up one weapon, there was no way to get a new one. How angry would that guy be if he left him alone and used another spear?
But I can’t fight with my bare hands for the rest of my life.
─What is it? Ahaha!! Ahahaha!! Ahahahahahaha!!
But damn, when I confided in my concerns, didn’t the fairy king burst into laughter instead of eating scones? What’s so funny, Lego-sized bastard.
I sighed again.
‘Yeah, what if I thought about it?’
The Fairy King told the truth from the beginning. Even though it’s sad to say goodbye, I knew we were going to break up, so the other party members must be holding their hearts together.
‘Anyway, is this nobleman actually free?’
There are also fairies whose hair rolls like Monica.
Managing such a small patch of land in the north would not be difficult. Thanks to that, he might be living a leisurely life as a local Toho (he’s fucking strong).
‘The things I should ask are rather different things.’
The sound of children’s laughter resounded in the quiet botanical garden, and the laughter of the fairy king was also mixed with it. I waited for the laughter to die down before I spoke.
“Actually, I have other questions.”
—Ahaha, ahahahaha… Any questions? What?
He asks questions as if he is interested. I tend to believe in the saying that one thousand words is worth one thousand words, so I summoned one of our robot maids, Valquirier, from the stone slab.
The Fairy King blinked.
─What is it? Awesome artificial spirits? Is it yours?
“He’s our family’s trustworthy bodyguard.”
──It’s the first time I’ve been envious of a race outside of Fairyland! Won’t you give me one?
“I don’t like it. Rather, the Fairy King said that too, right? The first humans created in those days were an ash tree that Odin and his sworn brothers breathed life into.”
Odin and his brother-in-law.
Henir, the god of wisdom, and Rodur, the god of all things.
“When I heard that, I thought. If the three of them made it, I wonder if they couldn’t have created a new life without the other two.”
─Well… That’s not wrong.
I wonder if the fairy king is more interested than I thought. Putting down what he was eating, he said.
—When you mold a human out of ash. It is said that the Heavenly God gave life, the God of Chonghye breathed wisdom, and the God of Manneun breathed language. Doesn’t that sound like it just by hearing the titles of each god?
“Yes. And this Valkyrie was made by Odin. He said he gave a soldier with combat skills and runes engraved on his soul as a gift to the god Freyja.”
A life created by Odin.
In other words, ‘soul’. I crossed my arms.
“And you said that my spear is a part of me, born of my soul and mana. In fact, it’s so lively that you can’t even tell a person apart.”
—Compared to those Valquiriers?
“Yes.”
No matter how intelligent they are and look like humans, Valkyrie is not a real life. Unlike Nefertiti, she has no emotions at all.
‘The wisdom that Henir instilled must include emotions.’
As I said before, conscience is a kind of intelligence.
Compassion is the ability to empathize, and lack of it means that the brain is underdeveloped.
Contrary to what people often mistake, being a psychopath or a sociopath is not something to be proud of. It’s not like there’s something wrong with your brain.
‘Emotions must be similar.’
Jellyfish probably don’t have the feeling of sadness.
Because I don’t have the wisdom to feel it. This would be the same thing.
Having thought that far, I had my doubts.
“There is life and wisdom in my spear. It’s part of my soul and mana. Even when I was still a window, I acted on my own will. And Monica helped me to have a ‘conversation’ with my window.”
—Borrow my authority, the miracle of moisture.
“Yes. Even if it was a coincidence, my spear had all the conditions.”
─That’s right. So the other thing, even if you had only ‘language’, you could become a life similar to a human like that. Compared to the real first humans, there are many inferiorities.
Was there no intention of hiding it? The Fairy King just laughed.
I rested my chin and sighed.
“… So, how the hell does the Fairy King understand me?”
─Huh~? Again, this is quite a bold change of topic. Didn’t you say it’s called magic
“There is no such thing as translation magic.”
I firmly shook my head.
Isn’t ‘language’ something that is treated so lightly in this other world?
‘Right now, runes are magic letters that contain truth and power in every word.’
There is such a story in my savage psychology knowledge.
The limit of a person’s cognitive ability is the limit of the language he or she knows.
The reason why the spirit of the window called Dana ‘sister mother’ was because there was no other way to define Dana as a human being with that child’s intelligence and language skills.
—There might be translation magic in fairy land, right?
─Really?
─Then~. This is the magic of the Fairy King… Oops.
The Fairy King, who had been answering softly, shut his mouth.
When I laughed, he slapped my forehead as if he had been caught.
-I forgot. What country is that salt wave from?
“It’s a secret.”
It is a great country that makes the most famous mobile phones and automobiles on the planet, and has the right and left feet of world figure skating champions Yuna Kim and Sung Pak Ji.
I moistened my tongue with tea after spitting out the words of my hometown for the first time in a long time.
“Stop the obvious pretense. I’m not asking this out of a bad heart.”
“You know that. Even if the type is slightly different, we are in a position to borrow the authority of the same god?”
The words used by the Fairy King have changed.
In a lithe Britannian that disparages the locals.
“Your guess is correct. We fairies can hear the thoughts of plants, and as their king, I can freely use the words of all intelligent beings and plants in this world.”
He said, poking at the scone with a fork larger than his body.
“That is the authority of Rodur = Loki, the god of all things.”
