Chapter 649 – Oh My Fairy (12)
“Rodur = Loki?”
It was an unexpected human name, no, a divine name. I twist his hair into a corner.
“Is the Loki god I know the same name?”
‘That Loki’ is a troublemaker famous in Norse mythology in my hometown.
Even though he is a god, he is more famous for his savagery and fraud.
Was it just a coincidence that the full names of the god and Rodur were similar?
I think it was a question that could only be answered with yes/no, but at that, the fairy king closed his eyes and just savored the snack.
It wasn’t something that came out of ignoring me.
Rather, it seemed that he had stabbed the core at once, and that the core was something that even the Fairy King himself did not know. It’s just my guess, though.
“… Language is the ability to convey meaning.”
Was that so? The Fairy King received a lot of attention as I did earlier.
“The meaning that living things want to convey is, after all, their own mind. That’s why we fairies can listen to plants. As well as our innate personality, our species resembles Rodur = Loki a lot.”
“The old god Loki’s victim was ‘Yu Hee-shin,’ right?”
“Right.”
The meaning hidden in the roundabout answer. I roughly understood that.
‘… Loki, the god of all things, and Loki, the god of play, are the same being.’
Bicorns and unicorns descended from the god Sleipnir.
And the devil of Odin’s car is Loki.
‘So Loki is Veronica’s distant ancestor.’
Assuming that, if Loki was the god of all things, he would have roughly known who the god had cursed to save the Uni & Bicorn gods.
‘… The curse that unicorns and bicorns received was that they couldn’t communicate with other races.’
The curse of losing one’s true self and becoming unable to communicate even with an alter ego or Rune’s telepathy!
‘The only ones who could talk were people like me who borrowed the power of the Gods of All Words.’
Communication. Conversation. Language.
In other words, it is ‘words’.
Unicorns and bicorns are cursed to not be able to speak with other races.
Transforming into the form of a horse?
It is also a problem that can be seen on the same line.
‘Transformation is Loki’s specialty.’
I want you to think about how difficult it is to cast transformation magic on other creatures.
A curse placed on the Age of Gods will continue to mutate the entire race for tens of thousands of years?
No matter how much you think about such a curse, it is impossible unless you are a specialist in that field. But wouldn’t it have been possible for Loki, who was called the master of transformation even among the gods?
Besides, the curse of ‘words’ and ‘horses’?
It’s funny that it sounds like a pun, but if you think about it, that ‘joke’ also symbolizes Loki’s personality——no, divinity.
‘… Everything was connected.’
Loki, the god of all things, Rodur = Loki, and Loki, the god of games.
‘Maybe these two are the same god.’
It’s a fitting formula, but how to establish a hypothesis to discover the original historical truth!
‘… But there are some contradictions in that.’
I stroke my chin and fall into thought.
I’ve said it over and over again, but I’ve rarely been truly astonished when I found out the mysterious and surprising secrets of this world.
It is more so if the secret is good for a thesis or has no direct connection to my life.
‘It’s no different from a twist in a movie or an exciting historical story.’
Honestly, what effect do other people’s affairs, old history, and my wives have on my life, where I’m going to write a thesis and go back to Earth after lying down and eating delicious meals?
Wouldn’t it be a normal person’s way of thinking that the situation of the people of the other world who are suffering from the present progressive, even if it is a stranger, is more visible.
‘But.’
However, that was not the case with the fairy king.
The contradiction and incongruity that I vaguely felt. For me and my family, it’s nothing else——a certain lost history of the past.
The intuition as if a piece of the puzzle that could be presented as an answer to the Age of Mythology, which could cover them all, was suddenly in hand, stimulating the scholar’s sense of smell.
It was an intuition as if I had put my finger on the edge of a huge secret that even determined my future.
“What’s the matter?”
“No, I thought about something else for a second.”
However, the fairy king didn’t seem to be in a position to know everything enough to clear my doubts.
I shrugged my shoulders as I reviewed the puzzle in my hand so as not to forget it.
“If you look at its name or its mythology, it seems like it must have been a troublemaker comparable to that of the fairies. Could it be that the personality of the fairy enemy is also affected by the Authority?”
“It’s the opposite. They say they liked the nature of the fairies, so they gave us powers.”
It looked like that.
Even if Loki, who saw the idioty fairies and thought ‘I like them a little’, shared his powers, wouldn’t it be right?
“The miracle of pollination is based on the authority of the God of All Worlds. I just need to ask the plants what they struggle with and what they can do well, and use my mana to cheer them up.”
“Is that so.”
I also brought a scone and broke it. Moderately hard, it smelled delicious.
“I can talk to animals, but not so much with plants.”
I’ve never tried anything more than that.
The only time I talked to the plant was that the whole class united and made fun of the onion that I had thrown into the bottled water bottle in the classroom, saying, “It’s crappy ♡ View Woongshin ♡”.
No, maybe that wasn’t the same educational procedure as preparing for bullying… ?
If a plant has a heart, you can guess the heartache that the onion must have felt at that time.
It is clear that the ferocious old virgin teacher who brandished her cane at me wanted to raise her and her classmates into reservists for school violence. Ah! It’s so scary!
While I was trembling at the belated truth, the Fairy King giggled.
“Maybe the God of All Souls won’t give you that kind of authority. Are there multiple human languages? There is no way that animals and plants have the same language.”
“I guess so. It’s not really a problem. Even with my current translation skills, I’m not uncomfortable.”
I was the one who said that and shoved the scone into her mouth.
When you were a newbie in another world, did you dream of becoming a magic astrologer or Pokemon master with this Papago translator? But what about now? It is true that I think that.
‘No, come to think of it, aren’t runes not spells?’
Did I, Kang Buk-ho, become the Demon King of Heaven, no, the Demon King of Heaven? The growth of macho is so fast that even they themselves are not aware of it.
Of course, without this translation ability, my life would have been completely changed.
It is natural that he would not have been able to get close to Dana because he did not have the ability to translate, and even if he had met Fran in Sargadis and worked as an adventurer, he would not have been able to figure out the beast return spell.
Like this, most of my ability as a druid magician in another world came from my ability to translate.
Odin? That year is just an appointment for a senior rank.
All I got from him was mana-side abilities and advice in times of crisis.
After all, Loki-sama is the true god.
“Dad!”
I was about to get lost in that not-so-funny thought, when a spear spirit called me from behind. It was as if he was waving his hand and calling him to come here.
“Go see. Or is there anything else you want to ask?”
The Fairy King said while holding the scones with both hands.
“Nope. It was a pleasant conversation. Had there been evidence, it would have been a sensation in human society, but it’s a pity that it’s a story that only me and my family can believe.”
“It’s a pity. But it’s also smart.”
Having finished eating the scones, the fairy king shook his hand.
“Goodbye, my wonderful friend. I will remember my meeting with you until the day the earth asks for my eternal rest.”
“It is an honour.”
I bowed briefly and went to my family.
The spirit of the window was laughing and saying that it was good with a flower crown on her head, and Monica, who seemed tired of protecting the botanical garden against the pure violence, flew in.
“Did he do anything rude?”
“It’s not like that, so don’t worry~. Now, this is a gift.〉
Swish-. Flying books and envelopes. The envelope was the seed bag I handed over.
〈What is this?〉
〈Rare in human society… Books that I heard were rare, and seeds that were hard to find~.〉
Seed? I opened the envelope even though I knew it was rude.
I thought it was similar to the culture of returning an airtight container to the person who handed out side dishes, but when I received it, wasn’t it sorted like seeds inside?
In addition, there is a book that one of our wives waiting for at home seems to be in a frenzy.
“Was my pay enough to have change left over?”
Monica said with her wry smile.
“I heard from your family. I heard that Anne is doing well~?〉
… Where is Ann again?
Monica said so and she rustled and she climbed up a tree.
Looks like it was a goodbye.
“… No, so who is Anne?”
“You know, Master Veronica. Don’t you remember the huge bicorn called Adelaide?”
“Of course I remember that… Ah.”
Remembered In addition to Adelaide, it seems that there was a golden bicorn colt who is being trained as a next-generation seer, and at least one other fairy.
“As expected, this guy’s world is very small.”
No, am I wandering around too much?
***
Holding the hand of her spear spirit, we walked the streets between Monica’s botanical garden and her quarters.
The Fairy Kingdom, the new land of good children, had not yet lost its sun, but most of them seemed to have left for a good night’s sleep. Maybe Monica went to bed too. Is it fucking nap time?
“Haaaaa…”
And here, too, there is one little boy who seems to be very sleepy.
Prince Nord II, who was walking with Nefertiti by the hand, was walking forward as if he was drowsy. He almost put his weight in his mom and dad’s hands.
“Are you sleepy?”
“Yes…”
─Ribbon. When Dana asked, the spirit rubbed her eyes and nodded.
I hugged the guy. The spear spirit yawned and wrapped its arms around my neck.
“Sigh if you’re sleepy. Was it fun?”
“Yes. It was fun to go on a picnic together.”
The spear spirit looked at me and the other mothers with eyes that were drowning in agony.
“But, is it time to say goodbye?”
“… Well.”
Did you know
They say that children are very good at understanding the mood of adults. I was going to put him down, but the spear spirit didn’t like it and instead hugged me even more.
So, without much hesitation, he turned to her wives. Veronica laughed awkwardly.
“… Have you decided on a name?”
“Yes. Thank you for thinking of cool names for Dad and Mom, Horn Mom and Nun Mom. I picked the ones I liked, but they were all great names.”
While saying that, the spirit smiled even with a sleepy face.
Perhaps the complaint my window had was that I felt like I was being alienated.
Well, she didn’t even give her a name and was treated harshly, so it was worth thinking about it.
If it was my fault, it was probably entirely my fault, but in these few days, I hadn’t played enough to resolve the cause of my dissatisfaction and clear up the accumulated sediment.
The girl’s appearance is a borrowed skin until she reconciles with me.
It wasn’t until noon like Cinderella’s, but the time had come for the Fairy King’s miracle to be resolved.
“Mom.”
The Spear Spirit stretched out its hand to Nefertiti, as it had done every night of the week. Her spirit smiled softly as she hugged her tiny body.
“Mom. Are you doing well without me? Appointment.”
“… Yes. Appointment.”
I wonder if she learned it with my knowledge, she and her fingers were intertwined, and her spirit, which she promised, was embraced by Nefertiti. And she stroked the back of her hair like she was an adult.
“Lol. My mom is nice, nice~.”
─Pat. The girl’s smile and compliments on her mother instantly dissipated like dandelion seeds.
Sararak…
Even with no wind, the seeds hovered around Nefertiti and eventually perished.
After the last one disappeared, what was left in her hand was a bracelet decorated with mithril. Nefertiti stroked the mithril ornament and suddenly raised her head.
“Horn mother, are you crying?”
“… Tears are proof that the heart is healthy. I mean, I’m weak at parting.”
─Sniffly. With her back turned and her arms crossed, Veronica steals her nose.
Nefertiti saw Veronica and Dana pat her on the back, and she came over to me. Shuk… She carefully placed her bracelet on my wrist.
But even after I put on her bracelet, her hand held mine and didn’t come off.
“Should I have cried too?”
A question that seemed to come out of nowhere.
It was the question of a woman who had shed all the tears she had to use for the rest of her life before she even matured.
“Nope. I want you to look at that.”
I straightened her bangs.
“If it’s our daughter, she’ll definitely come back for another shout. That ugly dad made my mom cry.”
“… Do you want to?”
Taking a step back, she only looked at my face as if she were praying that there were only her and me in the world. As if looking for someone else’s face in my face.
Suddenly, her hardened eyes softened.
“Then, I will work hard. Practice crying.”
─Smile.
Throwing her side hair behind her ears, Nefertiti smiled for the first time in front of me on this day.
Apparently, it was my misunderstanding that there was nothing left behind.
Concerning who might be Nord II, the self-proclaimed daughter-in-law planted a small seed in Nefertiti’s withered heart and left.
While praying that the day will come to sprout someday.
─Fallang.
And when we returned home, among the clumsy paintings rolling around every room, we were able to find a few unusual paintings.
It is a picture that seems to have been drawn with strength and skill that a child lacks.
One for each of the four of us, on a piece of paper depicting a family member, there was the artist’s name and a line of message in clear Britannia.
“… Oh, even if I had to choose, it should have been that one.”
I smiled at the name the Spear Spirit had chosen. Even though it was the name I gave it.
Originally, legends and myths are handed down and fleshed out, but they seem to have similar tastes in naming because they are parents and children without fundamentals.
An enigmatic myth that was born endlessly while carrying myths on my home planet Earth.
A mythical weapon created by human hands and chance.
On the picture of a black man holding a spear, it was written:
─To my dear father. Posted by Brunach.
***
──And that night.
“Beep!”
In the dream of Shade, who had not intermingled with his wives but had somehow come in, I met a black crow fluttering at the top of my head as a nest.
“Beep beep beep! Caw~ Cack~! Pie~.”
A baby crow sitting on my head and dancing merrily.
This familiar behavior. I laughed and noticed.
“… Oh, that’s why you laughed so much.”
When I told the fairy king that I couldn’t use the spear, I asked why he laughed so hard.
It’s only funny when you know everything.
To that man, I must have looked like Jammin, who was afraid of me saying, ‘If my computer breaks down, I won’t be able to play games because I’m afraid my Maple ID will disappear.’
The place where the soul of this black raven is stored is not the spear.
This side that was integrated with my soul was the main body, and the spear was only an alter ego after all.
Fucking Lego Fairy King. Will tell you
“Did you get hit by the beep?”
“It’s not even cancer, Yonsuk-ah.”
Thinking that far, I let out a deep sigh and calmly stroked the crow with a mithril beak that had nested on someone else’s head.
Now, it’s time to go lift Veronica’s curse.
