Isekai Taneuma

"Born in a special house, he was a rich bastard. He was a fairly fierce father, formerly an IT elder, but he seemed to have been made to struggle with women because he became young and rich, and since he was old, he completely stopped trusting women. As it got bigger and bigger, I had to worry about my successor. Everything was a man who had to do it alone, so I couldn't trust someone to steer it.

My father still couldn't think of looking for a partner, and as a bitter measure, he gathered a selection of women from all over the world to provide only eggs, randomly mixed the fertilized eggs, and had women from developing countries give birth surrogate. I didn't know whose child was born this way, so I wouldn't rub it into my inheritance later. That's why I don't know who my mother is.

That's how we were brought into the country, raised as successor candidates, and competed. Even though we were competing, we weren't so conscious, we were simply sifting through talent education. I was one of those people who had studied imperialism without knowing why.

By the time I realized it, I had been raised in an institution and my parents were said to be gone. By the time I went to high school, suddenly you were told that you were the richest son in the world, and they called you their successor.

It's like a cartoon, but I didn't really feel it, and I didn't think I'd be happy. However, it would have been envious from the surroundings. At that time, I still remember the superiority of the seniors who made me feel bumpy.

After that, I tried to see Emilia, but what I did was already known everywhere, and his parents refused me to see him again. I already wanted to escape from that world... and conveniently, the succession problem helped me with the case, and I left the house because I was alienated from my father... so it didn't change anything, and I didn't know how to live for years. "

Hearing more heavenly half of their lives than Feng thought, they were all silent. Jeanne and Lucy had a serious look and regretted not listening.

Among them, only Guillaume was as flat as usual, and while listening to Feng's story in silence, he occasionally added firewood to the fire and struck a gavel. He gave Phoenix, whose throat was dying for a long time, a bottle of boiled water.

"When did you say you were eating grass?

Then Feng nodded,

"Originally, I was a stranger, so my relationship with my father was completely cold, and I couldn't stand the reality of eating with his money. Why did it come to an end? Why didn't you kill me... the words of my father, who beat me like that, came back to life by the time I ate, and the rice didn't go through my throat. The fact that you're taking care of a nasty guy makes me suffer. I even hated him. But after all, you just couldn't forgive yourself.

Ever since my seniors gave me a vow of vengeance, my life has been all about getting rid of them. I endured any humiliating behavior to get into them. When I played a clown to fill their vanity, used my money to get inside and get along, I thought I was laughing with them from the bottom of my heart. I'm not playing a buddy, I'm a buddy of theirs to get their attention.

But after all the action, I didn't remember anything like that. When I saw the weeping faces of the seniors who begged for my life, I was able to hurt them indifferently and mechanically without sympathy for a millimeter.

There were no shards of guilt. I guess you call people like me psychopaths. But... and yet... I'm finished. I don't know why I couldn't move so far... I couldn't forgive myself.

And I thought about it many times. Forget it, forget it, but it's in your head. If I hadn't stopped at that time, what would have happened by now.... "

Guillaume, who had listened silently to an old story like Feng's monologue, nodded as if he had come to some conclusion after he had silenced and braced himself to think.

"... maybe you're my if."

I said. You and I are alike.

"My parents were Irish immigrants who travelled to the New World from the potato famine. I was born in New York, where I emigrated, and I lived with my parents and brothers until I realized something. But the lives of immigrants are tough. The Civil War has just come to an end, and competition has become fierce. One day, my father couldn't stand it anymore and disappeared somewhere.

My mother remarried with a fellow man from Ireland to raise us. My brother couldn't forgive such a mother, and he always clashed with his stepfather. I was seemingly friendly with my new father, but I guess it was a bit of a hassle... so one day, it exploded.

Every day, our family gave up life on the East Coast and headed for the West Coast. At the time, it was boiling with gold rush, and the atmosphere was spreading to society that if I went west, I could manage.

After hard work, we crossed the continent to Santa Fe, my stepfather worked in the mine, and my mother started lodging to help her life. Well, it's just a dug up cabin, even if you live underneath. It's inferior to the hut you built. Of course, the only people who came here were the rattlesnakes, and there was nothing they could do. The whole city was like that.

I was always frustrated with such smoky days. I'm not in this place. That's why one day I was so frustrated with the one who called my mother a prostitute, and then I shot her. In fact, some of them were doing things like bringing my mom into the inn, but it was so cool that they didn't want my mom with them. So I had to leave the house. "

When he finished talking, he laughed happily at what was wrong.

"Just the opposite of you. I can't stand killing anymore, and I finally got killed. I never regretted it, but I thought about what would have happened if I had endured it then.

Why, Feng. Murderers go on all their lives. In the rest of my life, I worked many times to survive. He robbed the station carriage, robbed livestock, duels, and sometimes killed natives in play. When they found out that I was a murderer, they naturally stopped by.

I was disgusted with the city, and I should have abandoned my life, but when I realized it, I'd be so disgusted, I'd laugh. And in the end, he was tried and shot dead for killing Gorotsuki.

There were people like me who cared. Mr Tanstal was a genuine British gentleman. The British gentlemen said they were coming from British Island, but they were always like the golden widows of alcohol, boxing, women. But he had no place like that.

At that time, when I saw him escorting the hooker's caravan, he asked me if I could work on my ranch because I was still young. I asked him to approach the city's leading figures, but Mr Tantale was kind to me. He taught me letters, math, and work without learning. You told me that if you worked hard, you'd be able to hold the ranch.

He hated lewdness and always wore a tweed jacket. The Mansion has the only piano in town, and your wife played it for me. I don't know where the horse bones are, just me. That's why I had a fantasy that if I stayed here, I'd be decent someday.

At that time, the West Coast was an illegal zone. The civil war had just ended, the federal government had not yet reached the entire country, hatred remained, and injustice was taking place everywhere. Mr Tantale, who had just arrived from England, was killed for buying grudges when he confronted the irregularities without being able to read the air.

I was furious. Not only me, but there were a lot of people on his side. On the contrary, they're trying to get in on the person they killed. Thus the city of Lincoln was divided, and the slaughter by the Gorotsuki began. I shot and killed more than 20 people in that war and became a hunter. I fled the city, and when I looked back, everything I tried to protect was broken, and the only piano in the city was on fire. Oh, I thought this was my life. "

He separated his words to remind him of something and continued after a few seconds of silence.

"Feng, you were me back then. You regret not being able to kill someone you hate, but if you kill someone, you can't live among them.

If you had done that, you would have lived a life without locks, like me, by now, hanging out with people like Goratsuki who killed you. It didn't happen because you endured it then.

You're right. Me and you are psychopaths. Neither I nor you are guilty of killing people in times of need. To put it bluntly, we don't choose the means for our purpose, to put it bluntly, we don't have human feelings.

But still, you tried to get back between people. I had a place to go. Was it Emilia...? If that were the case, would you have stood before him? Would you have laughed and reported that I took revenge on you?

That's why I'm glad. "

Feng remembered that time. At that time, my body couldn't move because I sympathized with senpai. I couldn't forgive myself being the same person I hated. That's what Guillaume would say.

Sure, he might be right. At that time, if I had been holding hands on people for revenge... after years of institutionalization, I might not have been able to get back to my old life. At least you didn't think of going to see Emilia in the game that started with the rumors of the wind.

And forgetting about her, she was completely cut off from her father, and I'm sure she would have lived like a half-green life by connecting with chattery people like those seniors. And I didn't have any doubts about that.

I felt a little relieved that he didn't have to.

"... but after all, I've never met Emilia, and you and I are in a world like this."

"There you go... here we go. God is equal."

"God... that might be my childhood friend?

When they looked at each other, they laughed. Looking around, Jeanne and Lucy shook their shoulders in the same way and laughed like they were both synchronized.

It was when we were talking about youth surrounded by fire like that. Guillaume, who laughed too much and had tearful eyes, rubbed his eyes, and returned to his face.

"... who is it? Is there someone there!?

The three people who had been laughing with their voices up to that point breathed into his words. And when the silence returned, he heard, as Guillaume had said, the footsteps of a dead leaf approaching from a little distance.

When Jeanne, who was vigilant, took the sword and Feng reached out to the rifle, he was illuminated by the flames of fire, and a blurry figure appeared.

It was one werewolf who came. You look like a woman from the look of your body. She stopped at a distance to show that there was no hostility towards the vigilant Phoenix.

"I'm sorry I was in the middle of a fun story. I heard you guys came from the village of Gargantuar, and I came..."

"Yes, but...."

They looked at each other, and Feng answered on behalf of them. Then the woman sighed and bowed and walked towards us again.

"Oh, good. When I heard you were looking for it, I sneaked in with a fever medicine."

"Really!?

Feng asked momentarily. The woman nodded.

"Yes, in fact, I saw you rubbing in front of the leader's house during the day. At that time, they said that the mani was suffering from falling illness... is that true?

"Yes, it's true, but...."

Feng twisted her neck asking why, and the woman handed him the medicine to cling to him like a chopped feather.

"Then please use this medicine to help her! She's my child!

Feng was surprised at the words and suddenly almost dropped the medicine. The werewolf in front of him says what a mani mother. What do you mean the mother of a rabbit mani is a werewolf? When he forgave his excited mother, he decided to hear the reason.