My Parasite Skill System

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When it was only me and her, she wasn't all that intimidated at all, after she figured who I was.

Now though, is this Old having an effect on her? I don't know. Maybe he and his tenacious obsession for assessments took the best of himself, now again.

And regardless, amusingly teasing Old decided to put an end to that as he'd noticed that too.

Chuckling to myself, there finally was something less boring about to happen, a conversation. I listened to them both.

Old let the princess know stuff, mainly.

The princess has granted and permitted education to the children; that was very nice of her.

Because come on, he wanted to do that, too, but the situation was a bit tense for us back then.

We'd to go from battlefield to battlefield, going about visiting the world trying to find someplace proper to either lay low or settle in and live normally … but we couldn't for some reason.

Because, well, with me being an ominous monster and he being but a poor old man, putting all that together wasn't so feasible.

So it was kind of tough for us, but thankfully, all of this ends here with her since she is so kind, blah blah blah … well.

And then at some point, he'd found himself with another child to take care of. That child being the elven princess. And even though love for these two children of his was here, it still was kind of rough.

We exchanged glances a lot while that old funny man was making that up so poorly and for the sake of appearance when he didn't even have to do that in the first place.

Well, that was his thanks being addressed to her.

That was one thing.

Going back onto the education thing, he asked a couple of questions.

Was it all safe, with me being what I am and all?

If he understood well, I actually went asking her to be an adventurer, because I very much wanted to be one … but was it all okay?

Did I coerce her into doing that driven by some of my 'utterly tenacious childish whims'?

Did the offer she proposed also was for the little and tired elven princess lying beside him?

He insisted, would it be all safe?

And it never ended.

To all that, the princess waved a hand of denying.

Denying both the tedious display of good esteem and reverence, and the many thanks he was being poured on her to the point of drowning.

And she gave him an explanation of everything:

Her offer, how did she try to propose it to me first, how it was when she then figured me out, how she arranged her offer to my needs and wishes as I voiced them to her, and how it all ended up bringing us together here, and how it would be in the future, and how it'd all work out together in due time, and how this, and how that, again, and again, and over again.

Now that she'd been unleashed, that royalty's tongue really wasn't going to stop, it seemed to me.

There she was, sitting in front of him, nodding her head and caring to explain every little detail to each question Old could find himself with. Lips moved, and waving hands explained.

Old wasn't certainly reluctant to add fuel to the fire. So many questions for so little care from himself.

Was he asking all that for the sake of appearance only? I didn't know, he hasn't even told me about that beforehand, but I didn't care either way.

He really does fit the role of the old anxious uncle worried about his son departing to the war.

Well, it seemed like the natural thing to do at such a turning point in one's life, so I quite didn't want nor wish for them both to stop.

I even stopped listening at some point.

And just like this–with me peering out from the wide-open windows looking for some funny clouds, the elven princess lying beside Old, and the human princess eagerly exchanging more with the same Old, gently and calmy–the carriage, coachmen, and horses took us far.

And gradually, their conversation and blabbering finally started to die down.

Silence didn't take long before settling back in again.

This time about, though, it wasn't weighing down on our little moving room at all.

There was nothing wrong with this silence, and it was being appreciated by everyone.

–Expect I was the one who had something to tell, now.

And that something had been on my mind for quite a long time.

Hmm. The battlefield was my playground. I played a lot in my playground. That was the natural thing to do. And playing, I really was strong, right?

Who has something to say against that? No-one.

And just as being strong was being strong, I was strong.

At some point, I'll have to admit, I'd been captured by the orcs, right? Because they wanted me to take care of their trash and stuff.

And so I did–but that isn't the actual point.

When we were about to part ways, Old came in to rescue me.

And that's the thing I wanted to talk about.

That blade of light? It was impressive.

And impressive wasn't enough powerful term to define it. It was so-o-o very strong. I could testify to that because I'd seen it from so close.

And while I could go on and on, praising it and illustrating how strong and devastating it was, I'll just let myself be reminded of the fact that this blade had been coming from no one but Old Sipping.

The blade was strong.

Now, I was strong too. But let's say my mind read it that way: who was stronger – I or the blade of light?

That had been on my mind. And this was reason enough for me to break the much-appreciated silence in order to make my inquiries.

Where does it even come from, the blade of light, Old Sipping?

From but an old man, hoh, hoh.

Old chuckled and told me right away he knew I'd be asking that. He actually even waited for me to ask him about it at the beginning of our voyage; it was the reason why he wasn't opening a discussion with Elina.

It only struck me now that maybe that human princess thought the same and that was why she wasn't saying anything, too.

Probably. That was that.

Old Sipping understood I'd want to know about the blade of light.

We were talking about me, after all. I was so obsessed with strength.

Pardon me?

I wasn't obsessed with strength. I was just being strong and … it means I have the right to live!

But let's not talk about that, either.

The blade of light; I want Old to teach it to me. They say that's how normal people get to learn new skills. Not by stealing them away, eerily getting into their brain, taking over them, and mimicking them perfectly.

This was my way, but what about the normal way?

Old isn't cool with me getting into his nostril, after all. I, too, wouldn't want such wrinkled old head for a home even if it's temporary, after all.

And so, I want to go that path, too. For the sake of the blade of light.

Plus, since I was strong, I had the right to know this skill, right?

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