My Parasite Skill System

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❮New instructions: Let the Player follow the princess to her office and hear what the royalty has to propose to the monster.❯

–"Yes, Your Highness!"

–"Immediately, Your Ladyship!"

It was just like they let her know. It was immediate. And both at the same time. These two's coordination really gets me impressed.

They bowed their head and placed their right palm on their heart, just in the same fashion as before.

After an ample movement of their darkish brown capes above their black armors, they simply took their leave.

"Really…?"

Quickly, too, my eyes then darted on the young clerk. Would he, too, react the same way, that is to say, simply forgetting about everything, just by magic?

His eyes, too, were very fearful and trembling when he understood what was on with me.

But now? He already was by his desk, too, with his ink, plume, and documents, in his own bubble.

"I mean, really? What the hell, I've been stressing out for nothing, then? And I take back what I said, earlier, my life is indeed a mess… Whatever that means."

It was for real, all of this. Humph. Very funny, in some ways. I like that. My guess is, I'm not the only one to follow the quests, right? It has all to flow in one same way. Everything follows the same course. Hm.

It's just like a river. Or like a game. Or like this. Well, it's just what it is, right?

It really is cool, so I take it with a happy heart. Still though, a bit mysterious if even the very wise (and grumpy) Old Sipping doesn't know a thing about it.

I should investigate that further in detail, shouldn't I?–or maybe not! I don't care~

For all I care, let me just have my share of fun … and I'm happy already~

That, and I wanna taste some good noodles again; getting my stomach packed, and enjoying life at an even higher degree~

I'm so strong~

This put me in a good mood–but that royalty interrupted my thoughts at once: "And you … young … person."

'Young person,' huh.

"Do please follow me."

Hm?

Well, this is something bound to happen. Of course, I gotta follow her, and … no, hold on a second here.

Wasn't I only supposed to go and trade that … head of mine?

Thinking that I recalled I'd left it alone on the counter when stuff went south.

After exchanging glances with this royalty that wasn't so much afraid of me anymore and blatantly staring at me, I darted up and brought myself just by Chief Orc's side. Or what's left of him.

And … there you go, Chief Orc. I've taken your head back. It's safe within my hands, don't worry.

Eww!–you're stinking so much, though. What happened to you, friend?

Well, of course, you won't tell me. You don't talk, do you?

"Young … ahem–do please follow me; this way."

Seeing this, she finally turned to take her leave, too. I'd gotten my stuff packed; I was ready to go.

"Oh, sure, okay."

But I was going to go with her, though.

What would happen, now?

So, where am I off to, now?

I'm simply going to go trade that head of mine, and sayonara, right?

Why has it got to be with that royalty, though? Let them only give me my monies!... and I'll be off, already, right?

I don't want for things to go escalating like mad again, heh. Tension is too much.

And what is the quest about again? 'Let the Player follow the princess and talk it out with here'?... or no–it changed, we already talked whatever we had to talk out.

Now it's about this offer she has to offer me, the monster.

So, it must be that, yes. It must be that she wants to take me away in order to get me my money for the quest, and that's all there is to it.

Of course this is about my money for the head.

The princess though? That's some important character of their kingdom, isn't it? Why would she trouble herself with that, hm?

Well, let's just tag along. Whatever happens, as long as it's fun like what just went down. I kind of am indifferent, after all.

Glancing back and forth, I nodded to myself and snorted, cheering myself up.

Let's go.

And I started tagging along, just like this.

Was all this about some turning point in my life, or was that not that at all?

Thinking about all of this story, let's be real, the thought that prevailed was the one about things escalating again.

I may be thinking about this and dealing with this in some kind of outgoing way, but still: 'history does have a way of repeating itself, doesn't it?'

And while I, then again, may still be taking that Old Sipping's quote out of context, I pretty much could sense that this would also apply to the situation of right now.

Very complicated situation, isn't it, hm?

I played my cards right, so I got myself out of trouble. But what could happen tomorrow? In the future? In the hours that are going to follow?

Maybe stuff will cease being all cool and right. Maybe things are going to go south again. But enough of these maybes. Enough of everything.

Because, in the end, maybe this kind of history doesn't actually have a way of repeating itself.

Let's just be casual above all else, I thought.

Little did I know, though, that indeed, things weren't quite going to be not surprising and casual at all, tomorrow; in the future; in the hours that are going to follow.

And still, very casually and outgoingly, I could only hurry my feet at the lady's call. I followed along.

Playfully swinging my big brain from left to right and left to right again; my lips didn't feel like uttering a word and nor did hers.

She'd taken the first back entrance to the left (there were two, one to the left, one to the right), the same entrance from which she'd made her appearance.

And seeing her long white cape stirring covering her legs and back, I had no classy and elegant cape to wear, but I still was following behind her.

Even her head was below that cape, by now. She'd put her hood on, for some reason.

Maybe she was cold.

I wasn't cold, certainly because I'm strong. And I have no hood nor broad classy white cape on.

Hell, should I even be wearing that when even for my toes there was nothing to wear? Certainly not.

And yet, I wasn't cold. You can call me strong.

And on that same note, my Guide certainly is strong, too. The quest is strong.. And thinking back on the quest … it's the quest that's making me follow that big person, so it's cool; it has to be cool.

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