NOVEL NEXT Side Story 40
“Beautiful?”
“Yes, for example…….”
Gyerg said that his tongue was likely to be rotten if he said it, but he was forced to add it for my understanding.
“Like your husband, the Duke.”
“Oh.”
I accepted at once.
“Certainly…… that's enough to be considered a mutant.”
“You don't call it a mutation just because of appearance.”
“Then?”
“Beautiful appearance is just one of the many characteristics of demons.”
“What?”
When I asked back without realizing it, Gyerg looked at me with a clean face without a guilty conscience.
“Why?”
I tried to recall the appearance of other demons other than Gyerg, but unfortunately, I didn't know one.
“No, go on.”
“…… is real power.”
“Power?”
“A great power that ordinary humans can't even dream of.”
After saying so, Gyerg added, who hesitated for a while.
“Except for your husband.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Anyway, mutants are born with the strongest characteristics of the demonic tribe among their descendants. And that’s shown in the appearance and strength.”
“It's a good thing, isn't it?”
No matter how many times I hear it, it's a blessing. Then Gyerg spoke in a much lower voice.
“And it instinctively creates fears and rejection from the others.”
“……..”
“Shall I predict it? The parents will abandon their child as soon as they give birth.”
“What?”
To me, who asked back in bewilderment, Gyerg explained obliquely.
“They’re going to be scared. They wouldn’t know why, but their instinct feels it. This is not an ordinary kid.”
“…….”
“Maybe they’re not just abandoning the baby, they’re even trying to kill it. It's probably useless. Even the newborn baby is stronger than a normal human being.”
Gyerg laughed as if he were making a funny joke.
It didn't make me laugh very much.
I asked after passing a short but heavy silence.
“So, you don't want to marry Verce because you feel sorry for the mutants that will be born later?”
“Yeah.”
“……you said it will be born in the distant future.”
“So it's more of a problem. I’d rather if it happened to my child.”
“………”
“We don't know when mutants are born. Hundreds of years later, or a thousand years later.”
“You can't live until then?”
When asked if the lifespan of the half-demon tribe is not that long, Gyerg calmly answered.
“If the person who I gave my love dies, I die of sickness. In about 10 years.”
“……..”
“Such a weakling, right?”
“……..uh, I can't believe it. That the demon tribe was such a romantic race.”
If this fact becomes known to the public, there will be a thousand romance novels featuring demons as the main character.
“Romantic, huh, such bullshit, it’s weak and inefficient. If one side dies, then the other side dies along. It's not like sending a free gift to the underworld.”
Gyerg gave a bitter blow, but it didn't seem that he felt bad.
I don't know if I'm mistaken, but……… he seemed relieved.
The fact that he doesn't have to endure the long times left after his loved one dies.
“Anyway, I'm not marrying Verce. Never. That's what I know.”
“……..”
“I won’t be saving Verce's life in the future. You're right. I have to stop that.”
“Does that mean you're gonna leave her dead?”
“Mayke will take care of it. She is originally Mayke’s disciple anyway.”
“What if she really dies because of a pervert? You said you'd die if Verce died.”
“Then I’ll die.”
Gyerg said neatly.
It was so refreshing, like watching a play.
A play in which the actor in the play mimics a lie as if it were true.
“Die 70 years later or 10 years later, no difference for me.”
“…….”
“Persuade Verce. Please, I mean, my words didn't work, so I came to you, as the same human being.”
My neck felt stiff as if it were cast, but I nodded reluctantly.
***
It would take some time to persuade Verce, so when Lydia told him to stay here for a few days, Gyerg was willing to do so.
He didn't have any other choice anyway.
He felt strangely stuffy indoors. Gyerg came out into the garden and sank on his back against a rough tree.
How long has he been doing that?
Suddenly, he felt a presence.
“…….”
“Uncle.”
Through the bushes the size of her own height, a small girl like a doll popped up.
With pure silver hair and amber eyes with no other colour mixed.
Gyerg said while looking at his opponent, who seemed to be mixed from Lydia and the Duke, changed gender, and reduced size.
“When did I see this again?”
It was far from a friendly tone, but Ollie narrowed the gap with a hint of not caring.
“You saw me yesterday.”
“……..”
“Did you forget that?”
A smile fell from Gyerg’s lips.
It shows obviously whose daughter she is. She's a size half of him but she's fearlessly wild.
Gyerg said, not moving his body against the tree.
“You know who I am and you're talking to me like this?”
“I know.”
“Who am I then?”
“Mom's friend.”
“What?”
“Mom said……. You're Mom’s friend. That's why you’re here right now. Friends are helping each other.”
When Gyerg had nothing to say, Ollie continued.
“Uncle.”
“…….why?”
“I like my dad.”
He didn't ask, but once he listened, he replied.
“Why do you like him because he’s your father?”
“You're an adult but you have simple thoughts.”
“…….”
Did he just get a slap from a kid?
While Gyerg tries to manage his sense of running away from reality, Ollie goes on and says.
“I mean Dad, he shines brightly when I look at him.”
“Shines?”
‘Is that means, this little thing is already weighing on people's looks and appearance?'
“Especially when he’s with mom.”
“…….”
“Dad's eyes are shining so brightly. That's why I like my dad. It's so pretty. Looking at him, I feel like I'm shining with him.”
“…….I see.”
‘Your dad is a little extraordinary to your mom.’
Gyerg agonized over whether to accept the child’s words like that or not.
“But so do you, Uncle.”
“Huh?”
“Shines brightly.”
Ollie raised her hand and slightly raised her thumb and index finger.
“Although only as good as this much.”
“……..”
“But I think that's because you deliberately didn't want to look at that sister on purpose.”
There was a stark sign in the title of uncle and sister, but Gyerg didn't bother to point it out.
“If you don't avoid her and look at her, I think your eyes will shine much more.”
“…….”
“Right?”
Gyerg laughed despondently.
He didn't have the will to deny it by lying. In front of this small, sassy, but innocent face.
“Right.”
“…….”
“You'll be surprised by then. When this uncle makes up his mind and looks at that sister. My eyes will shine so brightly that your eyes might hurt.”
“Not to that extent.”
“It’s about to that extent.”
Ollie asked while staring at the childish Gyerg.
“So, you want to be like my mom and dad, with that sister?”
“So much.”
“……..”
“Like crazy. To the point of death.”
“Then you can do that.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“There's a reason why I can’t.”
Gyerg loves Verce.
He loves everything about Verce, Verce. As much as he loves Verce, he will love her child.
The child of her child.
And the child of her child’s child.
Even when mutants are born in the world one day and abandoned at the same time.
So marrying Verce and having a baby, eventually putting someone he loves in misery.
It's better not to get married and have children than to.
That's what Gyerg thought.
“That's why a five-year-old child like you doesn't need to know.”
Gyerg was deliberately mean and petulant.
It was a small petty revenge for Ollie's slap a little while ago.
But Ollie showed no signs of anger.
She nodded as if she knew it, and then walked out of the garden, leaving the embarrassing Gyerg.
***
“What do you think?”
I hugged Ollie as she jumped into her arms.
Ollie buried her face in my arms and answered.
“That uncle can't live without that sister.”
“Really?”
‘That's what I'm saying.’
I don't doubt what Gyerg told me, but I needed to check it again.
Confirmation of Gerg's mind and hearts towards Verce.
He really loves her, even ready to die along with her, but I wonder if he's hesitating just because the mutant will be born later.
‘That's it's fine.’
The fact that he loves Verce, if that’s the truth then that’s enough.
I kissed Ollie's white, clear forehead.
“Good job, Ollie.”
“Hehe.”
Ollie, a little agent who did her job well, smiled brightly.
“Ollie, what did you ask him?”
I suddenly became curious and asked.
I tried to set up a question for Ollie to dig into Gyerg's true feelings in advance, but Ollie bravely said she would take care of it.
She said she understood because she was confident, but it was true that I was curious about it.
No matter how hard I think about it, it's hard to imagine that a five-year-old Ollie would try to open Gyerg's mind with her fancy way of speaking skills.
Ollie smiled as cute as her age at my question.
Then she said.
“It's a secret.”
***
It was windy.
The wind got steeper as I climbed higher.
Standing at the top of the mansion, Verce cried out in the biting wind.
“You idiot, you idiot, stupid! Selfish half-demon!”