Chapter 18: You’re Joking Right?!
4 weeks (roughly one month) passed since I picked the black fenrir up.
Every day I would bring her food then, when she was done eating, we’d chat a bit… This continued through the last week or so.
During that month, I was with Martha sleeping in her room.
The black fenrir was staying in my room. Even if we could talk normally now, she still seemed unable to completely let her guard down, so we couldn’t sleep together. Additionally, Martha refuses to let me stay close to an ill fenrir. Then there’s Russel, who seems to get really jealous. And when I stay for too long in my room he comes to call me. Which reminds me, I’m still six years old. I guess no one would feel safe leaving a child with a big fenrir. Still, I feel that both Russel and Martha are being overprotective.
Though, I feel that it’s a bit different for Russel…
Before Martha goes to sleep, she always tells me stories. It has always been like that, even before we slept together. One day it was the story of an evil witch who destroyed a whole country, another day it was the story of a hero who had avenged a dragon to protect his country, then a story of a young man who freed the demihumans from slavery. They were uncountable stories.
All of them had one thing in common, they had all been true in this world, tracing back the story of this world would prove it.
And they were all conflicts that had been caused by the humans:
Apparently, the evil witch who had destroyed a country had actually been a kind witch who had made a certain drug, but then the people of the country misused it and brought forth the destruction of their country.
In the end, it was all a big misunderstanding from that country…
The hero who had avenged the dragon, in reality, too never really had any strength. Instead, apparently he had only decapitated the person who had made the dragon mad and walked home after that.
He kind of deserved that though… Isn’t it stupid to start a fight against an opponent who you can’t defeat?
The slavery story I mentioned last, seemed to have been just like that. It hadn’t been changed.
But Martha-san, aren’t those like…stories you would never tell a six years old?
‘Huh? Isn’t your mental age like 20? Then it’s fine!’ But c’mon, that’s not a valid excuse!
Don’t you want a kid to have dreams?
“It doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s better to know everything than not knowing anything.”
Like I said, that’s not a valid excuse…
Then I got curious. Why does she know all of that?
“Martha, why do you know all of that?”
She told those stories almost like she had been there the whole time.
“Hmm? Well, I guess because I saw all of that happen?”
Huh?
Chapter 18: You’re Joking Right?!
4 weeks (roughly one month) passed since I picked the black fenrir up.
Every day I would bring her food then, when she was done eating, we’d chat a bit… This continued through the last week or so.
During that month, I was with Martha sleeping in her room.
The black fenrir was staying in my room. Even if we could talk normally now, she still seemed unable to completely let her guard down, so we couldn’t sleep together. Additionally, Martha refuses to let me stay close to an ill fenrir. Then there’s Russel, who seems to get really jealous. And when I stay for too long in my room he comes to call me. Which reminds me, I’m still six years old. I guess no one would feel safe leaving a child with a big fenrir. Still, I feel that both Russel and Martha are being overprotective.
Though, I feel that it’s a bit different for Russel…
Before Martha goes to sleep, she always tells me stories. It has always been like that, even before we slept together. One day it was the story of an evil witch who destroyed a whole country, another day it was the story of a hero who had avenged a dragon to protect his country, then a story of a young man who freed the demihumans from slavery. They were uncountable stories.
All of them had one thing in common, they had all been true in this world, tracing back the story of this world would prove it.
And they were all conflicts that had been caused by the humans:
Apparently, the evil witch who had destroyed a country had actually been a kind witch who had made a certain drug, but then the people of the country misused it and brought forth the destruction of their country.
In the end, it was all a big misunderstanding from that country…
The hero who had avenged the dragon, in reality, too never really had any strength. Instead, apparently he had only decapitated the person who had made the dragon mad and walked home after that.
He kind of deserved that though… Isn’t it stupid to start a fight against an opponent who you can’t defeat?
The slavery story I mentioned last, seemed to have been just like that. It hadn’t been changed.
But Martha-san, aren’t those like…stories you would never tell a six years old?
‘Huh? Isn’t your mental age like 20? Then it’s fine!’ But c’mon, that’s not a valid excuse!
Don’t you want a kid to have dreams?
“It doesn’t really matter, does it? It’s better to know everything than not knowing anything.”
Like I said, that’s not a valid excuse…
Then I got curious. Why does she know all of that?
“Martha, why do you know all of that?”
She told those stories almost like she had been there the whole time.
“Hmm? Well, I guess because I saw all of that happen?”
Huh?
