That Unique Monster Who Just Got the 'Consciousness' Passive Skill Chapter 113 No

At so point on our way ho, a ho I had never been to before, I fell asleep. And, in the end, this carriage ride was just another peaceful little ride. No more than another obstacle standing in our way.

For us to pass this obstacle, and get our reward by the end of this little escapade, all we had to do is wait. The old man only ever did that, waiting for after he sent out, but it was a first for . Was it complicated? No.

At so point, I arose from my short nap, and we were here. The carriage had co to a full stop a while ago, and with my head still buried deep within my lap pillow, I groaned.

"Slept well, my boy?" Two warm eyes interrogated from above as the royalty cradled my head in both hands. I felt warmth coming from her and smiled back at her. "You guessed right! We have… dun, dun, dun… arrived! At destination! Yay~"

Thus I was inford that we had arrived. My "new" ho, said the royalty, but it wasn't like I had had any before. It was my first ho.

"Want to see it? Wake up, wake up~ Uncle has already gone inside carrying… Cetha, right?"

From the cheerful royalty, I demanded a report, and I was told it had been no more than five minutes since we arrived at our destination. Also, she hadn't woken up right away because the most esteed uncle of mine was considerate enough to point out that I must have been worn out after today's work. And why wake up when the royalty herself wasn't taking off right away? Though I didn't know why exactly, I was also told that the old man still had so business with the royalty.

But anyway, I thanked the noblewoman who had taken care of my team. I had a rather fancy house waiting for just around the corner, after all. That wasn't free, so I made sure to be polite and express my gratitude.

"No, no. That is simply part of our agreent, is it not? You can go take a good look at it, by the way, I'm not keeping you here, fufu. Well, not today, at least." Of course, not today as she didn't require my services as her secret soldier servant yet.

The girl had fulfilled her function and brought the monster here, within the Capital. Now that she had, I could probably go. Holess one day, and filthy rich the next.

Like a book full of words and wonders, the capital opened itself to . Or well, no, it didn't, but the aristocratic alley I was in was indeed exposed bare to my eyes as I devoured it all. And, like a cat cautiously exploring a new potential territory up for grabs, I strode steady with purpose and slowly with curiosity.

Princess Elina had granted , her pet soldier, one of the properties she owned. It was so I had a place to live in, since, for so reason, the inns or apartnts of the poorer areas of the common people wouldn't cut it for us. Around , the paths and roads didn't bustle with people.

There were a few chariots here and there, but they were stationary. The neighborhood was a blend of the rich countryside with greenery and the sophistication of a great city. My property, just like the district, was designed for the upper-class people, but not exclusive to nobles and aristocrats.

In a few words, my surroundings were classy but plain. Classy but lacking in eventful attractions.

When the hooded royalty stuck her head out of her carriage to ask whether I was already lost or what, I told her I was just looking at the area. After a second, I walked a path of cobbles cutting through the lawn, found the doors of the regular aristocratic mansion ajar, and entered my sophisticated cave.

The mansion was a two-story residence. While it wasn't so imposing, from the inside, I could see how large it was.

"Old man. Hey. So how do you like ho? Well?"

"Plenty, do I not." I liked it, too, the residence. After I said as much and we exchange a few words by the entrance of the residence, the old man urged to navigate it soundlessly. The fever of Cetha was ostensibly getting better, but she still needed to sleep a great deal. "Now, mind you, I step outside."

To sum up the inside of the residence, it was open and straightforward. There wasn't much furniture, but still enough so it didn't look empty. Again, in a similar fashion to both the neighborhood and the outward appearance of the residence, the inside had a refined air of refined aristocratic values. The sll of wood and papers invaded my nostrils.

A broad hall encompassed most of the place after I passed the entryway where many opened rooms blended into one another, forming the foundation of my cave. To one side there were a carpet and sofas of the sa expensive fabric arranged around a coffee table. On another side, there was a long, long table with a half-dozen chairs around it. A few windows gave on the long table, but curtains dimd the light they gave to the residence.

Randomly visiting, I pressed open a door of marble, and the master bedroom winked at . Inside, there were two bizarre ball-like creatures each called a "Mopping Sli" by the AR display of the System. Rolling and bouncing around, the mopping slis were smart cleaning devices. Since Cetha was soundly asleep, I randomly headed for the other half of the broad main room where I fiddled around with a few kitchen stuff in the open kitchen. All of this was new to , and I was surprised to find a sink in the modern-looking kitchen and tap water.

Well, I wasn't yet familiar with the term "tap water," but a person I would et in the near future, whose na was Haruto, would be surprised to see a similar water-producing device elsewhere and exclaim, "Whoa, so they even have tap water here!"

"Elental Stone: Water," the System displayed when I cocked my head at the unknown. Following the System's descriptions to the letter, I played around with my mana with the sink, and freshly produced water poured down from the tap.

After a while, the old man ca back ho: "Welco to my humble abode, stranger!" Exchanging a few words with the old soul, I was basically told not to ss around too much and watch the volu of my voice. The old uncle carried loads of boxes and stuff inside. That was from the royalty.

Apparently, the princess ant it a hundred percent when she said she would be taking care of my every need, even the ones even I didn't know about. "So, do you need help? Also, you tell , now. What about Cetha's fever? You figured it out, didn't you?"

"'Help'… It's fine, son. About the elf maiden's condition, I shall tell you afterward. This old man shall be quick!"

As he appeared, he left again. After he'd co back again, he wouldn't be carrying any baggage to take in any more, so, right now, he was probably just going to have a quick word with the royalty.

For a quick minute, I had ti to visit the rest of the residence—there was a fancy full-white bathroom, on the first floor and a few other rooms and bedrooms upstairs—and then, I sat with the old man around a long table where he and I talked. There, I was reminded that I swore to White-haired to take care and protect the elven princess in his stead.

I pulled a chair for my old uncle, indicating to him to sit, then pulled a chair of my own sideways to his and sat my butt, too. If monts earlier, the atmosphere could be felt as light and relaxed, at present, the air floating around us was thicker and heavier.

Monts earlier, I simply mindlessly visited my own residence, honestly not caring much about it, just for the sake of it. At present, I was to be inford about lots of things by the old man who supervised my growth and safe travel out in the Outside World.

"Tell everything I should know, you who I have chosen as my advisor," I politely spoke, looking less like the teenage boy my youthful appearance suggested I was. The concepts of adulthood or childhood were irrelevant when describing the monster. You could say that I was young, but couldn't say I was a child. The old man knew that and wasn't taken aback by my mature deanor. "You gathered and put together the information in your old head; I want to hear it."

The old man sagely put his elbows on the refined table and crossed his fingers.

"Young lad," the old man began. "Firstly, tell more about your ability. 'Dwelling,' I recall you call it. Your… most unusual ability to hold, control, infiltrate, or take over one's body. To climb into one's skin, I recall it is how you presented it. This old man wants to—pardon , needs to hear it. Before you had the forest's spirits help you, young lad, from what you told , it was mandatory for you to be constantly using such a competence, was it not? I believe you have been using said competence on the elf maiden, have you not? Incidentally, you, as of today, cannot wield such a power's effects as freely, can you? For reasons you do not know, this and that happened to be, and then…"

Well. The old man, when speaking of science, knowledge, and more generally what instigated curiosity in his mind, spoke lots and lots of words. This, to no end. And basically, I had to nourish that curiosity of his by answering all his questions. Not because he wanted to, but because he needed to.

After all, all the questions he asked about , my nature as a unique and unclassified monster-type creature, and the unique skills I had been granted upon spawning, were ant to answer a question of my own: What was Cetha sick for — how to protect her, cure her, and ensure my protegee never ever suffered the sa condition again?