Episode 245.1
(EP-245.1) Son-in-law? #5
245 – Live-in son-in-law? #5
Stella Bellhawk closed her chattering mouth and fell silent.
It was only a few seconds.
But because the conversation that had been ongoing was interrupted, it felt like a long ti. Then she laughed heartily, “Puhaha!”
“Theo-kun, by qualifications, you an that Queen’s inspector thing? To find the descendants of Angmar?”
“You could see it that way. Or not.”
“Alright, well. If you really want to hear it, where should I start? It was a long ti ago, but the mories are still vivid. It was during the sumr vacation.”
“Vacation?”
“Yes, a quiet ti, just like now. There were few left in the adventure club. I had been practically kicked out of my ho. And Isaiah, as you know…”
“He didn’t have a ho.”
“That’s right.”
So, the two got along well during the break, roaming around and having a good ti. Then, soone suggested going to the ‘Witch Forest,’ and they imdiately went through with it.
“He was the most decisive person I’ve ever t. Once he decided on sothing, there’s no hesitation. So we went to the Witch Forest together.”
They faced bandits and monsters, enduring tough conditions in the forest.
However, they enjoyed their vacation in their own way, discovering ancient secrets and collecting tablets with ancient inscriptions.
“But one day, as we were about to leave the forest… it was the day before school started… we t a nymph.”
“A nymph?”
“Yes, it was definitely a nymph. I still rember it vividly. Chestnut hair, blue eyes… We saved her from a gang of bandits…”
“And what happened after that?”
“…….”
Stella collapsed on the table. Then I soon heard a steady snoring sound. She had fallen asleep after all that heavy drinking.
“Professor. Professor Stella. Stella Bellhawk. Hey. Kkanp.”
No matter how much I shook her, Stella showed no signs of waking up.
“Oh my, this is bad. I’ve never seen Noonim drink this much before. Shall I call for a carriage?”
The shop owner, hearing my predicant, made the following suggestion. Certainly with a carriage, I could safely take Stella ho.
However, soone rushed over and whispered into the shop owner’s ear. It wasn’t a good sign. As the shop owner listened, his rough face grew even more grim.
“Soone rented out the carriages? All the carriages in the city? Does that make sense? Elf rchant? What?”
Then he turned to look at and scratched the back of his closely-shaved head.
“They say there are no carriages available, unfortunately. How about staying here for the night? There’s a room upstairs with a new bed and fresh linens.”
“……”
Feeling like I was walking into a trap, I had no choice but to nod. Could it be that the Bellhawk’s already had everything prepared, knowing that Stella would get drunk?
So we’d have no choice but to stay in the sa room?
「You have calmly judged the situation!
You have gained experience points through the talent 《Calm Thinking》.
All job experience 5」
How blatant…
But it worked.
There was no way I could carry the thoroughly inebriated Stella ho by myself. And if I left her alone, there was the possibility of sothing happening.
In the end, I had no choice but to take the drunken elf to the room. For a shabby illegal pub, the second-floor lodging was well-kept, with a clean room and a nice window view.
Snore, snore—
Of course, Stella just slept.
“……”
What was that last bit about a nymph? A nymph with chestnut hair and blue eyes. With this in mind, I looked at my reflection in the mirror in the room.
Though the crown of my head still looked like it had a red autumn leaf on top, my hair was mostly chestnut. And my eyes were blue.
Isaiah, who appeared to be the father of this body, was a man of the Angmar family, so he probably had red hair.
Therefore, it was likely that the chestnut hair and blue eyes ca from the nymph who was my mother. Perhaps the nymph Stella ntioned was my mother.
Mother….
It was a figure I’d never seen before, and the one who actually gave birth to was a different mother. Suddenly, mories of my human self, “Lee Seong-eum,” ca flooding back.
My birth mother left at the orphanage.
I could no longer rember her face or voice.
But I vividly rember the feeling of gazing out the window every day, waiting for my mother who would never return. It still felt like I was trapped in that mont.
Whenever I looked out the window, it always brought back those mories.
Edited by: faker
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