My Parasite Skill System - Chapter 121
What was the big people’s business with me, hm? I had the right to know that, at least. And no one will deny me this right.
I asked her.
And to Clumsy Babe, I didn’t look like I understood much of anything.
Something about a signal? Did I know something about that?
“No.”
I didn’t.
“Sigh … if it weren’t for the help you’d given us–me and my friends–back there with that enormous orc, well, I wouldn’t even have helped you out just there.”
That, I didn’t understand too, by the way. I didn’t let it out of my mouth, though. How was I to do that? It’d have simply made things even more complicated to my mind.
“The signal, the signal … didn’t you see the signal, boy?”
“No … what about the signal, bab–… female?”
“And–oh, and that’s another thing with you, by the way!…”
And oop again.
Why is she now tut-tutting me with that finger of hers?
“Not good, yes?”
Undergoing a deep, funny frown, “What is it with the way you even address people, eh?”
Hmm.
Why would she even get mad at something this petty, though? Oh, but if anything, she isn’t so mad, I think.
“–You think I didn’t hear you calling me babe back there, yes? How very rude, kid.”
Calling her my babe was funny.
And funny things are funny.
Which means it was funny.
So, if anything, she might even have found it fun, too … but well, whatever.
What was it about a signal?
“The signal, the signal,” ignoring that part, all the same, I now was the one jabbing my index finger upward, “what about the signal?”
“Oh, yes, the signal. Listen up, that’s right, the signal.
“We, adventurers aren’t just here playing around, isn’t that correct?
“And you … what were you doing out here, eh??” and with the same finger she’d tut-tutted me a second ago–she pointed at behind the wall of soldiers to my left.
“Forget it, forget it. Let’s not rush things;
“You alongside your party must’ve just come here in order to do quests, correct?”
But I don’t have a party … though yes, I do quest, yes.
“And you … as you were simply wandering back behind the army’s formation, I assume you’ve been separated with that very party of yours…” saying that hesitantly, her face shone pale for a quick instant.
I’d been separated from my party.
Why has she stopped talking, though? What about the signal, then, hm? Will she finally tell me or what?
Oh, right, I get it. Maybe she’s thinking about my party being dead?
“… don’t worry, I’m sure they’re okay, eventually.”
So was that why she’d been white for a quick second just now? I think that’s reason enough for her to turn pale, yes.
But anyhow, if she’s sure they’re ‘okay, eventually’ just like she says, then ’tis okay.
Shaking my head at her, I let her know there was nothing of the sort anyhow.
Staring off at everywhere except me, most likely pondering, she regained her beautiful face in a jiffy.
She radiated colors, paused, and smiled.
“Where was I again? Since separated from your group, you … I believe you must’ve gotten lost or something … and I don’t blame you, your responsible simply ought to have taken, erm… I blame them: how would it occur to someone to bring such a child up on a battlefield; there should be regulations against that!
“Yes, I did see you can handle a weapon, but still.”
“Err … what’s with the way you look at me, eh, boy? Oh, right, the signal. Sorry, sorry I’m simply rambling … where was I again, hm??”
And tilting her head amply to the side, “hmmm…” one could really see with a glance she was thinking.
And from this simple exchange, these clumsy and goofy vibes she’s first stricken me with intensify even more.
Sudden but expectable: her two big, oval eyes dived back into mine; she nodded to herself … and to me, too, probably.
“The signal has been shot in the sky, and as you may already have been acquainted with, the adventurers’ time simply went off.
“At that very moment, the hunt was simply called off, you hear?
“And when the hunt’s finished with, you collect all your heads, pack everything up, and you head back to the rear … still following?”
“Nah, you’re not following, are you now boy?”
“All you have to understand is: there are regulations here … okay?”
“The fireball the mages of the Guild simply produced and then blasted off in the sky isn’t just a plaything, you should know.”
And concluding her rather long entertaining speech, she nodded proudly, solemnly, and with much satisfaction.
But I didn’t react to that.
Was that only all there was to it, hm? It isn’t so much serious business, all things considered.
I could’ve simply walked away, huh.
Well.
Also, the flying fire flower’s mystery is settled, huh.
Whatever.
And I simply continued to stare back into her eyes without blinking.
Her eyes perpetually avoided mine, but also perpetually came back and plunged themselves into mine, too.
Doing and redoing that same paradox over and over again, she began again:
“Kid … you knew all that, after all, correct?”
It didn’t last long before her much satisfied look was doubled by a mistrustful one. Her eyes had to narrow to a slit.
She’d retracted her hands resting on my shoulders, too, by now.
“But I knew you knew! And all I just said was just as a reminder, yes, yes.”
Was that so?
I don’t think it was so.
She was being dumb, right now, in my opinion, for some reason.
But regardless; that speech sure had been enlightening.
And hmm … at such an occasion, words of thanks are to be expressed, I think:
“Say … can I call you big sis’?”
Oh?
Oh-oh?
What did flash on her face, right now?
An expression of exhaustion and exasperation, most likely. One of her brows went arching up like it’d be flying off any moment, and her eyes settled on me certainly saying ‘you for real, boy?’
Was I being too much exhausting to the lady?
Thankfully, that expression of hers only flashed on her face.
It was as quick as lightning.
It’d already gone away.
“Why,” and undoing her prolonged crouching position as her knees started to tremble too much–she cleared her throat, “but of course.”
“Hm. First off, thank you for your information, big sis’.” I bowed my head (only very slightly) in gratitude. Felt like the natural thing to do.
“Err, yes. Don’t thank me over this much,” saying no with her hands, “and you helped me too, yes? One can say we’re even, now.”
So we were even to her.
“You helped me and I helped you. We’re even.”
Repeating after her, I made it clear I agreed with her.
“Yes, absolutely, boy.”
We were even. I helped her group of adventurers getting rid of some orc, and she helped me get a deeper understanding of the situation over here.
Apparently, she’d been done with her long and tedious monologue. Yes, I call it a monologue.
As a matter of fact, I hardly even partook in that long discussion of hers, and hers alone.
But it was enlightening, just like I said.
Two details were good for me to know…