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CH.212 The Talk

    CH.212 The Talk


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wow. I had almost forgotten how good that feels.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… that’s a lie, by the way. You will never forget it. It is just one of those things.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was in the secret bedroom,ying on the bed next to Laura. Her bunny girl outfit had sadly gotten damaged during our time, so I had swapped it to a nice lingerie dress, ck in color with some yellow highlights. Yellow just is the color for Laura. It just makes her look like the Sun.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I was thinking that, I altered her clothing a bit more, focusing the yellow highlights, turning them into stars and the Sun. Then I altered the base color, adding some blues and purples to it, making it look even more like the night sky. Except that this night sky also has the gentle Sun, which won’t overpower everything else around it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master, did you have fun?” She asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... yes. I’ll always enjoy doing this with you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course you will. I know you will. But that in itself is the reason why I took you here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master, this isn’t real. None of this is actually real. We are just inside your head. You are basically just imagining this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“.... so what? Is that so wrong?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, it is. You are escaping reality by entering this space. Myself, Tahlia and Fantasia. We are the problem.” Laura said. “By having us here, you prove that you are stuck. You are stuck in what you wanted to have, unable to ept what you can still have. You reject people that really care about you and instead focus on this false family.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You are my family!” I argued.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. We are your skills. Your system support. Your Storage. Your Different Dimension Factory. That is what the three of us are. While this space has given us the opportunity to interact in ways that shouldn’t be possible, it is doing more harm than good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not true!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But it is. There is nothing else to it. We aren’t real. Not real people. You can never really have a life with us. Not a life you deserve. Not a life worth living.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But… but…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just think about it. What happens if you really decide to abandon the world and live here with us? What will happen?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” What will happen? Nothing, right? I’ll just live here instead, right? What would be so wrong with that? This world doesn’t really ept me. I’m an abnormal. I shouldn’t be here. So would it be so wrong just to seal myself inside my skill and never go back? I don’t think so.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see you couldn’te up with the correct answer.” Laura said, bringing me back to the here and now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... was there one?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. I don’t ask open-ended questions.” Laura said. “If I’m to be honest, I don’t want to do this either. I want to keep you to myself. You are mine. You should spend the rest of your life here, with me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then let’s…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can’t!” Laura interrupted. “It is simply not something we can do. Even if both of us wish for it, nothing can be done about it. That just is thew of this world. And this space.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then we’ll change it. This is my skill, right? I can alter it however I want, can’t I?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Internally, yes. But externally, no. This skill, at the end of the day, is kept up by your body. And not the body you are in right now, but your real one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... my real …”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ask yourself this. How do you feel right now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... how do I…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I meant physically. How does your body feel?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... good. Perfect?” At least I think so. I don’t feel bad, or sick, or anything else. I just feel … normal.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly. Now, should you be feeling perfect, considering what we just did. Think back to thest time we did that. How did you feel back then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... tired, I guess. Or maybe exhausted?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Drained would be a good word for it.” Laura offered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe, but where are you going with this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That isn’t your real body. Remember that. You can’t just think of it as one. It is just an avatar. I am just an avatar. Tahlia, Fantasia, both also just avatars. We Aren’t Real. We can never be real. And do you know why?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... but…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“NO Buts! Do you know why?” Laura asked coercively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I … I’m not sure. It feels real. This,” I said, waving my hand around to indicate the room we were in. “It all felt real. So why would it not be real?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because we are just avatars.” Laura said. “As I said earlier, I would keep you here forever if I could, but I cannot.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why? If you ask, I’ll stay here with you forever!” I argued.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You just don’t get it. That ‘forever’, won’t be a long time.” Laura said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course it will be. Forever is forever.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Not in this case. Just think. What is keeping this space running?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">… this space? This is the Different Dimension Factory. Keeps this ce running?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I don’t get it.” I admitted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t you, or do you refuce to realize the reason?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… I don’t know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then I shall spell it out for you. You are the one that keeps this ce running.” Laura said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then forever is still a limited time.” Laura interrupted me again. “Because when I say ‘you’ I don’t mean the you right there. I mean the real you. Your physical body. That you. So what do you think will happen to it if you just stay here forever?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... it will die, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. And quite fast as well. Humans and other living beings are terrible at staying alive. They need a ton of maintenance every single day. Sustenance, fluids, general care. And the one important at this moment, social interactions. Including love, intimacy and reverence. I’m designed to give all of those to my Master. But not permanently. I’m nothing more than a temporary fix until you can find the people you can get those things from. At the end of the day, I’m not real. This isn’t real. This skill, it is nothing but what you want it to be. What you imagine it to be. It isn’t real, and it never will be real. You need to ept it. I’m not Laura. I might sound like her, look like her, even smell like her, but I am not her. She is not here. She left you. And even if she didn’t, you will never see her again. You need to ept that. And ept that other people are willing to take her spot by your side. There are people out there that love you. Adore you. And most of all, ept you for who you are. No matter how much of an anomaly you are, they ept you. Please, ept them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Laura, I…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. I know what you want. But this is the truth. And I can force you to ept it, if you won’t ept it otherwise. But please, do not make me use any more force than necessary.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Go back. She is waiting for you.” Laura said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... just one more thing. Please.” I quietly begged.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As you wish. What is it?” She asked coldly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... am I really allowed to? … to love someone else? Like I love you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course you are. You have enough love for ten people. A hundred people. Don’t dedicate all of it to someone you will never really see again. Let other people have some of it, even if it is just the smallest part. And let them give their love to you in return.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... thank you. I love you.” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I know. I know you do.” Laura said before I disappeared from the factory.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I love you too, Master.” She added, but no one was there to hear that.


    <hr>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wee back.” Lua said, as I opened my eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... hey.” I said, barely getting the words out of my mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, how are you feeling?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I’m not sure. Empty, I think.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, an emptiness can be filled. Anything else?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I … I just… I guess I also feel good. In a way, I still want to say that wasn’t what I wanted. But at the same time … I don’t know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can’t always get what you want.” Lua said, as she sat down next to me. “We can just wish for the best. There are many things I once wanted, but now, I only really want one.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, can’t me you for being greedy.” I joked, trying to lift my own mood more than anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Someone might say I’m the most greedy. I want something I cannot get, unless a certain someone gives it to me.” As she said that, Lua took my hand into hers. “In a way, you could call that the ultimate form of greed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... maybe. But even then, I would outdo you. … haah. I really am a fool, huh.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A fool or not, you are also someone I love. So please, would you give me a chance?” Lua asked, taking a tighter hold of my arm, as if to prevent me from running away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">I … what do I say. No? No, I can’t do that. I know I like her. Not just because of the ‘she saved my life’ reason. I’ve felt a certain level of affection for her ever since I really saw her face well, back when I cured her blood curse. I know I have. But I also was in a situation where I knew it would be wrong to attempt anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But now, it might be different. Laura said I could do it. … I just. Do I ept that I will never see the original again and ept what the imitation said? … No. I don’t want to call her an imitation. She is also Laura. She is just like her. They are the same. At least I think so. One was made using the memories I had of the other as a base, so they are the same. The same to me. And as she said, I won’t see her again, so she has the final say in things concerning her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Lua? No, Lucia.” I turned so I could look her in the eyes. “Lucia, do you really want me? The me that was so bad to Laura that she left me with just a note as she left me all alone? The me that is so broken that I cannot ept what people tell me? The me that is so stupid and irresponsible that I keep getting into trouble all the time? The me that is so out of this world, that I think I’m here just to cope with my breakup? Is that the person you really love?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.” She answered, with not even a hint of hesitation in her voice. “Because he is also the same person who would go out of his way to inform the people he knew that their town would be attacked and helped them beat the attacking monsters. Because he is the person who would ride a dragon through rain and thunder to find people lost and under attack. Because he is the person who didn’t care how dangerous it was to show he had the power to resurrect the dead, and just did it anyway. And because he is the person that cured not just me, but others I cared about from the curse that has gued us for our entire lives. So I will ask you, do you think you are such a bad person really?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“..... I don’t know. I guess it depends on who you ask.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You are doubting yourself again.” Lua said. “How can you be so sure of yourself when you face down powerful monsters, but you cannot be sure of yourself when ites to simple things like your self worth? Where is the vigor you had when youpletely destroyed an A-rank monster like it was nothing?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I don’t know.” I admitted. “Wait? How did you even know about that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fia and Tia showed it to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">… really? They can do that now? … of course they can. Why could they not? They have that movie theater already ying my entire life to any of my monsters that want to watch, so why would Tahlia not record some, if not all, of it?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I guess it is just because I’m dumb. I’m dumb enough to not fear what I think I can take on. I probably should. But at the same time, that wasn’t the first time I took on a sword-horn bull, so I knew I could do it. That is my reasoning. When I fight something, I’ll just throw too much power at it. But that isn’t how this works. So I guess I’m afraid. Afraid that I put too much force into the rtionship and it breaks like myst one. … at least I think so.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. I think I understand. But please do remember, I’m not weak. I won’t break that easily.” Lua tried to affirm me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This kind of breakage is not caused by physical strength, you know. If it was, I wouldn’t be this afraid. I know you are strong. You are stronger than I am. Just a quick look at our statuses proves that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know that.” Lua said. “Do you think I’ve been alone forever?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... you haven''t, right? You had a party.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Yes. But this goes further back. I once had friends. Different from what I now call a friend. I was still young at the time. Seven. I still lived in Sawyer city with my mom. I had a group of kids that yed with me a little ways away from our home. … but then one of us got injured. It wasn’t a bad injury or anything. Just a minor cut which bled a bit. I just reacted to it, like mom had taught me. I used blood magic to prevent it from bleeding and had the others get help.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… but when they came back, the adults shunned me. I was med for what happened. The mother of the boy even hit me multiple times, saying I was going to turn his child into a monster, or suck him dry. None of my friends would ever do anything with me from that point on. They would run away, even just at the sight of me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So I moved here. I lived with Father in the vige. But still, this ce never felt like home to me. I wanted to be there, where my once friends were. But they were not my friends anymore. I realized that when I spent a bit of time at my mom’s house and tried to reconnect with them. For them, I was a monster. Because that is what they were told. I showed them my powers and they saw me as nothing more than a monster.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… a few yearster my mother got Mrs. Moon to agree to teach me water magic, so I moved to Alewatch. But even there, a lot of people looked at me like I was a monster. So I hid myself with a cloak and never showed my face to anyone. Until I was recognized for being the mage that I am. But even for that, I had to take the long trip to the capital with Mrs. Moon. There, I showed my skills to a great wizard, who then approved me as a witch. After that, I was no longer just the dhampir. I was a witch. And a witch is strong, so no one pokes the witch.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And still it felt like no one really trusted me. They looked at me like I might at any time suck them dry. Especially when Josh<sup ss="modern-footnotes-footnote " data-mfn="1"></sup><span ss="modern-footnotes-footnote__note" data-mfn="1">The doctor in Alewatch began teaching me more healing techniques and even allowed me to see patients with him. No one really trusted me. Other than my friends in my party. But that doesn’t matter. As long as I had them, I had enough. I once again had a ce where I belonged.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And now, I feel like I belong next to you, Brian. So won’t you let me stay by your side, forever?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I … yes. But forever is a really long time. So maybe we should just try for now. And if either of us doesn’t like it, we can go our separate ways after a good conversation. No disappearing because one of us is a monster, or because the other is a fool. If that is fine with you, then yes. Lucia, will you be my girlfriend?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes!” She said as she took me into a deep hug. “I love you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I … I like you too. I’m sorry that I can’t say it yet, but maybe if you give me a bit more time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. As long as you let me have a chance, I’ll wait.” Lua reassured me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I just stood there, letting her embrace me for as long as she needed. Because honestly, I needed it as well, as I felt a few tears rolling down my face. I don’t know if they are tears of happiness or sadness, but I’ll ept them now. There is a time and ce for everything, and now feels like a good time to let my tears roll, if they want to.


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