Chapter 182: Aunt and Niece.

Chapter 182: Aunt and Niece.

[Humanized (Moderate)] inflicted on [Young Sunfang Dragon, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor]

May you rest in peace, Talon. I apologize for not being there for you in time.

Death. Death and I had a weird relationship. It is for a fact that I, Hestia Atsuko Kargryxmor, am currently living a second life with the memories of my past life on Earth, albeit a good amount of those were fragmented during my reincarnation process. My spirit was accordingly still not whole and I was told it was currently adapting to my new form, changing as I lived. These lost memories would return to me eventually.

However, have I ever experienced losing somebody through death? I lost my parents and relatives when I died on Earth; I could grieve for the fact that I would never see them again. I even blamed myself for making people important to me sad with my death. Nevertheless, was it similar to seeing somebody you know die in front of you? In both cases, you lose somebody, the only real difference being who died.

What if? In both cases, I had to ask myself those questions. What if I had done something else? or What if I had been faster?

Philosophers could discuss and argue as much as they wanted, but I personally think that Death is a cruel acquaintance in either case. For somebody who had to surround herself with death ever since she was reborn, the notion of somebody dying hit me the hardest when I personally knew them. Hunting monsters, taking down bandits, or barely escaping from deaths grasp by the skin of my teeth somehow became the norm for me.

I earnestly did not want Saori, Tasianna, or Ellaine to disappear from my life. They were my emotional anchors, after all.But what about the individuals who I only knew a little bit about, and yet died right in front of me?

Macklemor was a bandit and enemy, plain and simple, regardless of whether his death was avoidable or not. Kiiros loss, although I felt bad that he died like that, affected Tasianna more than me. So what about Talon? Well, for one thing, he was a party companion.

Opening my eyes after giving out a prayer, I looked down at Talons lifeless body, whose clothes and party bracelet were burned to cinders moments before his death. Healing magic still works on a deceased body to repair bones and regenerate skin tissue just seconds or minutes after somebodys death, but on Peolynca, death was governed by the Health stat. Let it reach zero without some game-breaking trick and your soul will be sent on its way to Ilsaphone, the Goddess of Death. I might have healed Talons wounds but my efforts were far too late.

When I transformed back into a dragonewt after Tasianna fed me enough to get rid of [Starvation (Minor)], my first move was to find Talon, hoping he was still alive and just hiding. Sadly, that wasnt the case. With his body riddled with burns, I found his corpse lying next to a one-armed man with equally horrendous burns. The latter had an undulated dagger with Plesias symbol dug deep into his heart.

Talon and Keith. One sought revenge, the other a prosperous church. Old friends, reunited in death.

They were both strangers, but one had become an acquaintance while the other an enemy. It was just another sentence in my story, but that didnt make me lack compassion for their sad fate. If it were up to me, I would have wanted them to have a better, happy ending.

As a gesture of goodwill, I cleaned and healed Talons wounds and newer burns, although his childhood burn scars were far too old to treat. I removed the dagger from Keiths body, closed the wound, healed his charred skin, and reattached his arm as best I could. Despite knowing the dungeon would consume them anyways, I dug a grave for them using Earth magic.

Kinda sad dying like this Ill make sure your ID makes it to the surface, Talon. Rest in peace.

Shiternos followers caused enough trouble to people important to me, including Saoris students and Talon himself. I had no responsibility towards them.

Watashitachiha Hito o koroshita, Segawa-Sensei. (We murdered people, Teacher Segawa.) Japanese entered my ears the moment I finished my prayer to Talon, turning my head around to a group of students and their teacher. The one who said this was Nishio, lying down to rest due to the arcane corruption.

The others had their wounds treated and were all sitting down before Saori, who had decided to stay in her moderate wolfkin form instead of [Humanize (Major)] with her [Humanization Lv. 9]. She would have lost most of her fenrir features, but she would have looked like a normal human for her students. Still, I would have thought their meeting wouldve been more upbeat and positive, and it was when they were first reunited, but the mood had since degraded.

I know it doesnt matter much in this world, but despite being the class representative, I wasnt able to keep everybody together, Sensei. Tatsuya-kun, Kyouya-kun, Daichi-san, Haruka-chan, and Asaka-san were the only ones who came with us thanks to the church, however, our other 15 classmates parted ways with us, going to the Folschreck Empire. We were essentially assigned to the western side of Altrust, Tamae explained to Saori, who was listening intently to everything they told her.

I noticed all of you were addressing each other with your first name. Tsuji-san, you rarely ever called Kudo-san by his first name. What prompted this? Saori asked Tamae. Tsuji was Tamaes surname while Nishios was Kudo.

Takuma-kun, uhm, Akanashi-kun, believed it would have been better for us to use our first names more often and to introduce ourselves as so to Peolyncians. It is to fit in better, at least, that was his reason. After he gained his Hero title, he became more insistent in everybody becoming more hero-like, she replied.

Hero title? Seriously? Werent they all considered heroes by the church, so why was only one of them given the title Hero?

However, instead of worrying about that, Saori began to giggle, Hie hie, oh that is the reason? And here I thought Kudo-san finally was brave enough to finally confess his feelings. I was for a moment quite impressed, Nishio-kun, hie hie.

Wait, what?!

S-S-Sensei?! Why would you oh, my head, Im feeling dizzy. Baffled and embarrassed at what Saori just revealed, Nishio tried to push his body up to react but fell right back onto the ground, red now replacing the blue coloration on his face. Misaki, Kazumi, and Kohaku followed Saoris teasing and giggled with her, causing Nishio to hide his face and turn his body away from them.

The only one who was unsure what was happening was Tamae herself. RIP Nishio, you loverboy.

As the laughter resided, Saoris smile softened, looking at her students sympathetically, I understand what you said, Kudo-san, wait, Nishio-san. If the whole class decided on it, then it would only be proper for me to oblige also. Tamae-san, Misaki-san, Kazumi-san, Kohaku-san. For you, its been over a year, while for me, this new body of mine isnt even a year old. I can see that all five of you have grown up significantly from the last time I saw you and I think we have much to catch up with. Would you five indulge your former teacher?

All five smiled as they nodded to Saoris request, looking as if they have been desperately waiting for these words for a whole year now. As they began recalling the same story theyd told me, just in a more detailed and enthusiastic manner, somebody suddenly came up to me. Once I noticed her approaching me, I turned around and came face-to-face with a certain dragonewt woman.

While combing her white hair held up in a ponytail, she spoke to me in a joking manner, You know, standing there and eavesdropping on other peoples conversation isnt very polite. It makes you stick out like a mountain. Well, I can forgive you for that. You are only a year old, after all.

With a face resembling Priscilla greatly, I couldnt help but feel nervous speaking with this woman. After all, she was Farrons wife. Maam. Do you need something?

Smirking at what Id said, she continued speaking in a light-hearted way, Oh come now, relax a bit more. I can imagine how strange this all is for you, but I am the sorta person who enjoys speaking in a leisurely manner instead of putting the formality stick up your ass. We already have one tail, Princess Hestia.

Pff! Unable to hold down a laugh from that imagery, I let out a chortle, easing up my mind and tension a bit. It was a nice ice-breaker. I guess staying inside a dungeon for over a week has gotten to me a bit. Or it might be just the hunger, who knows?

Well, lets solve that last one for now. Come, your maid seems to be making good progress on our lunch or is it dinner? Lets leave those six to their talks while we have our own, alright? Little Kargrxymor? she said with a warm smile, one that a loving relative would give you.

Just Hestia is fine. You did say you want to keep it casual, Yorshka. Or, do you want me to call you Miss Yorshka, elder scale?

Oh, please, anything but that! Calling me elder scale would force me to act my age instead of having fun.

We moved away from Talons grave, further away so the smell of electrocuted cultists wouldnt bother our noses. Just a little bit further ahead where Saori was speaking with her students, Tasianna and Ellaine were preparing dinner with Grimnirs help, who was teaching the two of them about dwarven cuisine.

Tazongn culture is built upon mining as its foundation, which means most of our dishes were primarily made to satisfy the needs of a miner. It has to be hearty to fill the stomach but also quick to get back to work. This tazlok irvinglay, or rockysteady toffel beef cake in Common, is a dwarven classic. You turn the tazlok flour into dough before stuffing it with herbs, spices, toffels, and meat. Bake and wait, Grimnir instructed Tasianna, sharing some knowledge from his home.

I just need to cut this however I want? Even in large chunks? That sounds easy enough, Ellaine looked relieved, cutting the meat and toffels in whatever way she could. Tasianna had to fix them later for her.

Like this? Tasianna then began stuffing the mentioned ingredients into a dough, which will probably turn into an XL family cake once it was done baking. Apparently, tazlok bread was as dry and tough to eat as rocks, making tazlok wheat perfect to hold in all the ingredients stuffed into it.

It reminded me a bit of beef wellington, although the preparation method was similar to stuffing a turkey. It fitted the image I had of dwarves, seeing as they are rough and blunt. This preparation method was quick and easy to do, requiring little finesse but creating something appetizing as a result.

Oooh, good work, Tasianna. Bladdarg, kinda wish I could eat more of your and Saoris tazlok noodles. Reminds me of those fast-food stalls I used to frequent, but I guess nothing beats some traditional dishes once in a while. Hahaha, I havent eaten anything from home since I left the mountains. Grimnir smiled as he watched Tasianna put on the finishing touches on the cake before putting it in our portable oven. He smiled wistfully.

Leaving them to their own devices, Yorshka and I sat down at a table I pulled from my storage. After a brief, awkward pause, Yorshka began, saying, Well, we havent properly introduced ourselves yet, so lets start with that. Like I said before, I am Yorshka Sirris Nordor. The beautiful wife of the Hunters Guilds master of the Firwood branch, Farron, and also the loving mother of my precious Priscilla. I met with Farron in Firwood and he gave me a general understanding of the situation. Considering there was another dragonkin in Firwood, I trust you learned about your special situation from them?

Huh? What?! I was baffled. There was supposedly another dragonkin in Firwood? The only one I knew was Cernust, but I made sure not to tell anybody of him, not even to Farron.

Dont forget, Farron already confessed, right? Priscilla is a dragonewt, born from my marriage with him. Im a good mother, mind you, so I made sure to teach Priscilla everything she needed to know about dragonkins and dragonewts, especially the smell we give off. While we arent sure who it was, Priscilla mentioned she smelled another dragonkin besides you, Hestia.

Ok, that explains it. I guess I should have thought of that, although Cernust never mentioned he smelled Priscilla. Maybe he did but just didnt say anything out of courtesy?

Yorshka continued, Farron told me pretty much everything. That you are a reincarnator, Goddess Aurenas champion, and also that you were born a year ago in your current form. Farron understood your growling, meaning you somehow learned Draconic without his help and also the rough situation with your mother, my grandaunt.

Grandaunt? You did call me your aunt for some reason. Dont tell me were actually related? I asked wearily. If what Cernust said was true, that dragonewts were searching for me and would bring me back to my dragon mother at all cost, then this could be problematic.

Noticing my agitation, Yorshka laid her spear on the ground and raised her hands up as if she was surrendering. You have nothing to fear from me, my Princess. Please, calm down. After taking a moment to let me do just that, Yorshka continued. Well, with your reaction, that proves that you had heard something from that other dragonkin. Considering that you are their princess, as they should have noticed from your aura and smell, not bringing you back to Kargryx is pretty much a crime. As your relative, I really should punish them.

Cold sweat began to form on my forehead. Yorshkas eyes sharpened as she gave a threatening glare into the distance, looking like a predator who had found her next prey. The aura she was emitting constantly already gave me goosebumps, making me fear her even more than the High Ogre or Garm Matriarch. Priscilla said she was an A rank adventurer; if that were true, then Cernust was in big trouble

Just kidding, hie hie. But this woman is a fucking jokester. Im not in the mood to hunt some dragonkin anyways. Im just happy to finally meet you, Hestia. Her smile felt genuine, but it still unnerved me a bit.

How are you related to my dragon mother? I asked.

Ahh, finally, the moment of truth. While I would enjoy speaking with you some more, I will leave the meat of the subject for later, after we are done with the current issue, yes? She was talking about the giant fire spider moving up to the surface. Id already told Yorshka and Grimnir about it without divulging that it came from Aurena although Yorshka might be able to deduce that since she knew I was Aurenas champion and a reincarnator. We were only taking a break right now since everybody needed one, especially me. As urgent as it was, going into battle without being at full power was a very bad idea.

Yorshka then leaned forward, her lips curved into a smile as she said the next words slowly, Melloxtressa Wisperia Nordor. The matriarch of the Nordor dragon bloodline and the Nordor dragonewt clan. Your mother on Peolynca, Hestia.

Melloxtressa Wisperia Nordor Her name does sound dragony.

In case you didnt know, dragons and dragonewts take on the name of their ancestral dragon as their last name out of respect, meaning the silver dragon Nordoramsul is your ancestor on your mothers side, similar to how God Kargryxmor is your fathers ancestor. I am your niece, or grandniece if you want to be more specific.

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