My Parasite Skill System

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No killing within the enclosure of these four walls.

This house? It had a ruler.

Old was the leader, here.

He told me so.

I had to obey him if I wanted to stay.

"Since you invited me to stay, Old, I'll just do so and rest."

He simply nodded.

I was facing the small table he'd been facing too.

My butt was resting on the fluffy cushion he'd given for me to rest on.

Stretching my arms on the wooden surface of the table, I placed my head on them.

Just like this, I'd try to get some sleep. I was tired.

He sure was silent, this Old Sipping.

But so what?

That wasn't bothering me for the least, no, no. It wasn't.

I wasn't bored, nor was I waiting for him to say something and provide me with some unknown pieces of information I might've just been needing to be provided with, no.

Some precious pieces of information I'd maybe be needing?? There were none, heh.

"There's that quest, too, after all," I muttered in my elbow.

I glanced at him. No reactions whatsoever, huh.

We weren't on the same side of the table.

Vertically to me, he sat there too, simply staring at his cup of tea.

Boredom settled down on me.

And yes, it bothered me.

"Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom."

What am I even doing here, though?

Why did I choose to stay?

Even I wasn't very clear about it.

I mean, there's the quest and all, but...

Well, let's just sleep.

Got myself into a comfortable position, shut my eyes, relaxed my whole body and mind then waited.

Since I was tired, I waited and waited.

Still, it wouldn't come.

At some point as I finally getting drowsy enough--

Knock, knock, knock!

"Princess…! Princess!"

It startled me. My sleepiness was chased away. Annoying till the very end, these two guys.

I asked them to go out, and so they did.

They obediently obeyed myself, their king (not princess).

Maybe they'd thought of getting me back once I was out.

That wasn't my problem, though--Or maybe it was.

They're weak, anyway.

So, no. No real problem.

After Old had ordered Calming to get the hell out of his property, he just did as he was ordered.

A healing spell--or so I assume the nature of the thing was--was to be applied on Angry.

Naturally, a healing spell would heal wounds.

I observed it as it was doing its work.

Flesh got fixed up.

Quickly enough, it was done.

And just like this, they went out.

Or rather I should say, Calming went out, by himself, dragging Angry with him.

Was he unconscious? You bet he was. That weakling really had been through a tough time, huh.

Maybe his wounds were that serious, after all.

Kehehe. Aren't I strong, now.

Well, whatever. They just left.

"Really is time to sleep, now," I said, burying my head deeper into my arms, "Let's just worry about that quest after a good rest."

And so, again, what was I doing here?

The quest spoke.

I had to accompany the old man. This presumed old man. The one sitting right next to me on the right.

"Say, Old, you sleep?"

That was an eerie pause for a sleeping old man. But maybe that was just him.

Sleeping holding both his cup of tea and his back straight.

An impressive sight, for an old wrinkled man like him.

"No, no. I would not sleep. No, no."

"Uh? So you're just being weird, is that it?"

And an old man's chuckle was to be heard in the dull silence of this place.

It wasn't funny, but well.

"Hmm, speaking of which Old Sipping, wouldn't you happen to know about some, err … quest or--"

"--So, tell me your story, young lad."

Oh?

Did he finally show a slight interest in me?

My back was straightened abruptly, "And what's my story about, Old Sipping?"

"Isn't 'that' your story?"

His eyes met with mine.

This old man--He was weird.

Sometimes, his face was just like that of an a very friendly old uncle, full of light and heartiness.

And some other times, his looks were just like--I don't know, cold and distant.

Surely, I haven't spent an hour in his company yet, but well, that's weird nonetheless.

"What … does that mean?"

"What series of events did take place for you to come here, young lad."

"Uh..." I prefered the other version of him, "Can't you just switch to your hearty face, Old…?"

My eyes dived into his.

It was cold, really cold.

"Ohohoho! This old man's very sorry, you know, young lad," and just like this, cold eyes became friendly ones, "Was I staring too much, hmm?"

"Hmm. Still a bit weirded out, but it's fine," I told the old wrinkled funny man.

"And for this old man's defense, I would point out: receiving visitors--Not a common occurrence to me."

Maybe that'd explain it.

"Well, whatever you say," I shook my head two times, "Since I got to accompany you anyway… Ahem."

I had to get that old man entertained.

❮Accompany the old man up until he decides on helping the Player. 0/1❯

And well, him, I guess he'd do something for me in return.

'Helping the Player.'

Did I even need help?

Surely, not at all.

Why did I engage in this discussion, then, you ask?

And to that curious question I respond, well, aren't you curious too?

The female voice speaks.

And I do as she says.

But what's to come after that?

My story.

My story, huh…

Ugh.

Still bugging me a little bit.

No matter what I said, it was still a bit--

"Argh and c'mon!" I slammed my hands on the coffee table at once.

It was me saying this.

"Why am I even taking this whole thing too damn seriously, huh?" Old didn't seem to understand what I was doing.

"Fun. It's fun, isn't it, Old?"

His looks were still ones of an interrogating person.

"It's fun," I stretched my arms around me, "All of this, that's fun, right, Old? Plus you, you're among my favorite people."

"Mhm. Young lad, I am honored," he said before he went on mumbling, "Even though, well, this old man's not comprehending your speech one bit, oh-oh!"

Fun.

It was fun.

Telling my life to one of my favorite people was fun.

"And so, so, Old?"

"Mmhm?"

After asking him from what point I should begin the storytelling, he told me whenever I pleased.

And I was happy.

He eventually told me I was funny, too.

Beginning from where I pleased it was then.

I'd start right from the start.

Supposedly, this story would get him entertained and accompanied, then he'd prove useful to my cause.

And just like that, in this warm atmosphere, alongside the crackling burning fire in its old furnace, I started to tell him.

For the sake of keeping him accompanied and entertained, I talked and talked.

My story.

My beginning.

My state of consciousness and sentience.

I decided to tell him everything.

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