SSS-Class Suicide Hunter Chapter 265

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Episode 265 < Family interview. (2) >

“hmm.”

The Heretic Questioner rested his chin.

“Why did I become a psycho… .”

-Yes. Lime.

“Umm. “That’s a difficult question.”

Beyond the hologram, he groaned, mmmm. The Heretic Questioner thought seriously. However, the Heretic Questioner’s serious face was the same whether he was facing a very difficult math problem or not.

That is both an advantage and a disadvantage of being a Heretic Questioner.

At least, that would not be the face that children wanted from their parents.

-Why are you so obsessed with success?

Therefore, SameSlam did not stop its offensive.

-Why do you put all your mind into distinguishing between [useful things] and [useless things]? It’s okay if you just differentiate, but why are you trying to distinguish everything so [quickly]?

With all the Sanwa tribe watching.

No, in front of the other races, Sameslam questioned their god – the god who ruled the continent with absolute faith in the ancient empire.

-People are not omnipotent. I don’t know a lot. It is impossible to see at a glance what potential is hidden in the child in front of you. That’s why we are humble and modest, and give this child a leisurely reprieve until his or her abilities bloom. It should be called education. Raimu. But, why is Kurka trying to quickly distinguish between [usefulness] and [uselessness] in everything?

I interrogated my parents.

-Father. Why do you live like that?

“…….”

-Can’t we live differently? Hello?

Night began to fall in the jungle.

The last of the sunset slipped away from the damp palm fronds. Good luck! The fairies moved around busily and placed torches here and there. Grumble! Then, the panorama of the Sanwa tribe, the tribes that had been hidden from view until then by the shadow of the forest, was revealed through the dim light.

-…….

-…….

Hundreds of thousands of Sanwa people.

They can crawl on the ground, climb walls, and go anywhere, but they actually live their whole lives with their home on their backs and in their cochlea. The races that were destined for freedom and bondage were all holding their breath as they overheard the conversation between Sameslam and the Inquisitor.

-Lime… .

-Raimu.

It is not because they were overwhelmed by Sameslam’s power.

It’s not like he was overwhelmed by the Heretic Questioner’s authority.

However, Sameslam now represents the entire Sanwa tribe—on behalf of all of our race. What you should say to your parents, what you wanted to ask, what you wanted to complain about, what you wanted to blame, all those screams are in the form of questions. I scraped it together and was having an interview there.

In other words, Sameslam became the representative of our race, or more accurately, the older sister of our race. While the older sister pointed out the mistakes of her parents, the other Sanwa people sat quietly around as little brothers and sisters.

The scale is just enormous.

Literally, it is a place to interview parents.

“hmm.”

Tuk.

The Heretic Questioner slowly descended from the air and sat down across from Sameslam. The [Sacred Art – Transmission] was cut off. Now, what stands between parents and children is not the height of their eyes, nor is it heaven and earth.

The torch that someone had lit just swayed quietly.

“SameSlam. I can apologize to you at any time. Because I wasn’t more thorough, the empire fell. All the privileges you enjoyed disappeared, and from then on, the life of the Sanwa people was reduced to that of a mere baronial tribe, mining salt in the outskirts and supplying it to designated tribes. It’s my failure. Regarding that, I have ten mouths and have nothing to say, so I apologize… … .”

-no. It’s not like that.

Sameslam raised its tentacle and scratched its own face.

It seemed like he was massaging the area between his eyebrows with a tentacle.

-The first empire, the glory of childhood, a failed childhood, and now returning as a worker… … I don’t mean to blame this change. no. On the contrary, my father worked really hard and did well.

“yes?”

-Is there any race in this world that has become the loser of a continent even once? Sanwa tribe. Designated tribe. There are only two, right? My father has reached a level that only two people in the world have reached. Although he later crashed, Lime. We respect our father’s abilities.

“…….”

-What we are asking about is not our father’s success or failure. Look at us.

Sameslam came closer.

-Look at us. Kukra.

The only tentacle left, covered in scars from many wars, tightly covered the back of the Heretic Questioner’s hand.

“…….”

The Heretic Questioner looked.

-Look at us. father.

and.

Sameslam had exactly the same smile on his lips as the Inquisitor.

The Heretic Questioner, who was faced with that smile, seemed paralyzed and was unable to move for a while.

-We throw the useless children into the blue grotto and laugh, saying, “I can’t help it, Lime.” It may be our meanness. It may be laughter that comes from viciousness. But it’s different. Father.

-…….

-It’s an innocent smile that I got from you.

“hmm! Unfortunately, this will be useless!』

『Shall we throw it away!』

『Ahaha.』

-We look a little different, and we have a little more arms than you… or a little less.

Sameslam playfully twitched its one remaining tentacle.

-Nevertheless, I inherited almost all of your inheritance. Even what you intended. Even things you didn’t intend. Your laughter, your gestures, the very weight you have decided to put yourself into this world… everything.

“…….”

-So, father, there is no need to be grateful that we created the first empire, and there is no need to apologize for our fall from it. That kind of thing is a secondary issue. I, we, want to know.

-Why did your father become such a psycho?

because.

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-Only then can we understand why we are so psycho.

All of the Sanwa clan’s antennae turned toward the direction where the Heretic Questioner was sitting.

-Tell me. father.

“…….”

-We want to know ourselves.

There was silence.

In the muddy silence, the Heretic Questioner opened his lips.

“I am.”

-…….

“I am… … .”

[The 40th floor quest is currently in progress.]

and.

2.

-No, why are you so obsessed with making money?

The fairies surrounded the count.

The air in the jungle was noisy, as if a hearing was taking place, and the fairies frowned grimly, contrary to their beautiful tops, and poured waves of attacks on their [God].

-You can make money by doing anything. Money even if you don’t do anything. Absolutely money. The world is full of money, very much.

“So you feel bad?”

The Count held a hookah and puffed away the smoke. It was a hookah developed by the fairy tribe, and this person had just purchased it by paying a premium. The parents had purchased a product developed by their children, and as you can see from the atmosphere, they did not seem particularly happy about it.

“Wouldn’t it feel good to make money? is not it?”

– No, it feels good to touch money… . Honestly, can’t we teach them something other than money?

“what? music? sing? art? Ways to exaggerate yourself by thinking I’m going to die because the world is so beautiful? Or the ways I make other people f*ck up by saying I am so beautiful that the world would be better off dead?”

-…….

“I don’t know about that. “I can’t teach you anything other than how to make money.”

-Oh, so why?

“I was born as a bastard who didn’t have anything.”

Beyond the hookah smoke, the Count grinned.

“It was a house that was too empty. No, actually I didn’t have a house. Do you know that it is a trash city? I don’t know. “The world I was born in was much bigger than your continent and had a lot more people, so much so that it created a mountain range just from the trash people threw away.”

-to….

“But sometimes there is trash that can be recycled. I’m just saying that there is trash that makes money. Then the merchants are bound to get screwed. Garbage thrown away by others after eating, garbage thrown away by others while wiping poop, garbage thrown away by others while playing, garbage thrown away by others… … “I go through all kinds of trash and find the trash that makes [money].”

-uh.

All of the fairies were bright. They simply ran a calculator in their heads.

-Is that a profitable business? The profitability sucks.

“Hehe.”

The Count smiled happily.

“It won’t make any money, right? “Isn’t it boring?”

-yes.

“That’s right. Exactly. So, my daily wage wasn’t as much as that of a little snot.”

-…….

“Even so, if I was ripped off by adults, I almost had nothing left. Is it possible? All I can do is wake up while the adults are sleeping and secretly work overtime to rummage through trash piles. If you get caught, you’ll be devastated. I have to sleep four to five times a day and pretend like nothing is wrong. That way, we can collect as much valuable trash as possible.”

-…….

“Listen carefully. My children. “At least you’re like a child.”

The Count slowly put down his hookah.

And he bent down and whispered to the tens of thousands of fairies looking at him.

In a dark voice. By using the whole tone.

“Don’t be a prick and ask why you didn’t teach me anything else. “The moment you make a fuss about something like that, you are already proving that you are nothing more than a brat.”

-…….

“Making money is difficult. “Earning money itself is luck.”

There was a ghostly spirit in the count’s eyes.

“Those who have no money. For example, let’s say that a little child like you, living in the middle of a trash city, suddenly had a strong wish one day to “learn to play the piano.” That’s a delusion. Wouldn’t you say so? You only look beautiful when you dream. In order for the child to really learn to play the piano, he or she must be lucky enough to find a used piano in a mountain of trash, be lucky enough to have inspiration around him who knows how to tune a piano, and be lucky enough to be able to read the letters and collect trash from sheet music. He has to do it, and last but not least, he has to be lucky enough to have musical talent.”

-…….

“For those who don’t have money, the desire to learn something or do something is itself a lifetime. It’s a gamble. “I’m saying this because it’s a gamble where you have to risk everything, your time, your luck, your life, to see whether you’ll succeed or not.”

-…….

“What about you?”

The Count looked around the audience.

When they made eye contact with the Count, some of the fairies’ shoulders shook. Among them, there were certainly some fairies who lived longer than the count, but it was difficult to handle the intimidation of being fifth in rank in the tower.

“What about you?”

Sometimes it’s easy to overlook it because it turns into a cat and leisurely pats foxtails.

The Count was born as a lowly citizen in a trash town, and became a wealthy merchant who controlled all the commercial power in the tower.

There were not many people on this continent, in our tower, or in the outside world who could handle the poison contained in the Count’s breath.

“Do you want to learn music? Pay the money. Get a teacher with money. Buy sheet music. Buy a musical instrument. Yes, you might worry a bit when buying a musical instrument. Because it’s quite expensive. Choose an instrument based on your enthusiasm for music and your family’s leisure time. Carefully… . Yes, carefully.”

The Count laughed.

It was a laugh full of old poison.

“Money allows you to think.”

-…….

“Money gives you many possibilities. music? If you don’t think it’s a good idea, quit. It costs some money, but don’t you have that much money? Many people mistakenly believe that money is not a goal or result. [Starting point]. As your parent, I simply gave you a starting point.”

The Count took out a fan from his arms.

“So, [Why did my parents only teach me how to make money] is your concern? Good. Very nice. Think about it. Even if you waste time worrying about that, you aren’t in a position to starve to death because you can’t meet your daily wages, right? “Have fun wasting it.”

-…….

“It’s a worry. It’s a thought. This is contemplation. It’s all a [pleasant] waste. This is because, whenever you are lost in worry or immersed in meditation, you secretly realize that you have enough to spend your life in luxury. Do you understand? These subtle luxuries are what make you great. Or at least give them the illusion of becoming great.”

The Count smiled.

Then he opened his fan and covered the lower part of his face.

“Think when you want to think, live where you want to live, and do what you want to do. I call this freedom. Money makes you free. “Only money.”

-…….

“I’ll ask you again. My children. Or at least children.”

The count’s cat-like eyes caught a glimpse of the tens of thousands of fairies.

“Were you unhappy to be born as your own child?”

“Or did you [think] you were unhappy?”

“If so, how did you feel at the moment when you thought [it was unfortunate to be born as that person’s child]? Did you feel bad? or not… … if.”

The Count grinned.

“Didn’t you feel prouder of yourself, a little more proud, or just a little better for even thinking this?”

-…….

“As I said, thoughts, concerns, and contemplation are pleasant luxuries.”

It was a smile that looked like a dark crescent moon tilted down.

The crescent moon laughed out loud and said, “Aha.”

“From my perspective, your life seems quite pleasant, doesn’t it?”

and.

[The 41st floor quest is currently in progress.]

3.

-Why did you choose us?

The Saegi tribe asked the Holy Knight.

-We are creatures that live in the water. On the other hand, the great dolphin… … To you, it appears to be a life that lives on land. The worlds we live in are very different.

The Saegi tribe resembles mermaids.

Tattoos resembling waves were drawn all over their bodies, so that when the Saegi people swam in groups, it looked as if beautiful waves were washing the shore. They were a water race.

-Kekerukker chose the designated tribe. Lime chose the Sanwa tribe. Although they look very different, they are the same race of people who were born on the land and live on the land. You probably have more similarities than differences. But why you?

Even now, the Saegi people were gathered in the river.

-Why us?

The Holy Knight sat on a huge rock that rose above the river, and thousands of Saegi tribes – tens of thousands of them, including children who were probably swimming in the water – surrounded the rock.

“…….”

The paladin looked down at the river.

The blue moonlight was gently reflecting on the jungle river.

If you look closely, it was not moonlight, but the tail of a bird. It was resting its arms on a rock, soaking its body in the river water, and splashing with its tail. Every time I splashed in the water, the water droplets were covered with moonlight and shattered brightly.

“On earth,”

The paladin said as he looked at the moon crashing at the water’s edge.

“I didn’t want to make them live on land.”

-yes?

“If you live on land… You start to hate the land. Slowly, little by little, one by one, you start to hate everything that walks on the ground. become despised. “Everything that breathes on the ground looks terrible.”

Click.

The paladin slowly took off his helmet.

The blond hair that had fallen asleep in the iron barrel suddenly released its breath and flowed out.

“I didn’t want to raise you like that.”

-…….

“I didn’t want you to smell the scorn of this world with every breath you took, but simply to feel the cool scent of the sea. When you were swimming, you did not want the heavy gravity of the world to grab you and pull you down. “I wanted light waves and merciful water to accept all your swimming.”

The paladin looked down at the moon reflected in the water and muttered.

Her blonde hair flowed down the side of her face, hiding the corner of her mouth.

So her voice seemed to come not from her mouth, but from the moon reflected on the water.

“The air is too light. The ground is too hard. Humans… For someone like me, although clearly alive, it is so easy to walk and so easy to stand that it is difficult to feel one’s own presence at all times. “I got used to it.”

-…….

“But you are different.”

Fluffy.

Someone waggled their tail. Ripples flowed in the river. There was no other ripple visible, overlapping with that ripple. Tens of thousands of birds stopped wagging their tails and quietly looked at their mothers.

“Sleep is light. Underwater is heavy. The ocean floor must be terrible. Unlike when we walk… … You will feel the world every time you swim. You will feel your own body, your outline, your presence as you swim through the world. When you deftly dig in and pierce the waves that are crashing down on you, you will look up and see the bright sunlight shining down on the sea, and the moment you see that… … I felt like I would be happy. “It seemed like he would be happy.”

-…….

“Intoxicate yourself with your swimming skills, admire the color of the sea that changes every day, be amused by the ever-changing taste of water that seeps into your gills, and when you get tired of the sea and waves, come up to the surface and look at the land… … Looking at the ground. Green, brown, gray, and red maple leaves spread out on the ground, yellow wheat fields, many things catch my eye. “Because you saw that.”

The paladin said.

“I wanted you to feel beautiful.”

-…….

“I wanted you to find the earth, everything that walks on the earth, and everything that breathes on the earth beautiful and to love.”

I heard the sound of running water.

The river in the jungle was dark, so the sound of the water was indistinguishable from the sound of birds chirping in the forest.

Tiny sounds flowed from all over the world.

“So, you guys.”

The paladin raised his head.

“I chose you Saegi people called mermaids.”

-…….

“Was it my overindulgence?”

-yes.

Fluffy.

-It was too greedy.

The queen of the Saegi tribe waved the waves with her tail.

-but… … Compared to other parents. Compared to the gods of other races, this is a really pretty overkill.

The mermaid stretched out her webbed feet. He stroked his mother’s blonde hair, which was suffocating in her armor. Stop. The paladin took a breath. It was damp. As I approached the water, my breath held the moisture of the river. The breath that a human inhales and the breath that a mermaid exhales are not much different from each other.

Cool water droplets dripped onto hair that resembled the color of the moon.

-I am very happy that you are my mother.

and.

[The 42nd floor quest is currently in progress.]

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