The Baby Isn't Yours Chapter 97

Published at 1st of September 2023 11:58:09 AM

Sensing Gaia’s death, Kalexia’s eyes turned to the human house.

Following the traces Gaia had left, he searched all the forests he had passed through, where she passed, and found this house; however, there were no more traces of her.

There were also no traces of the human man that his daughter loved.

But there was a faint smell of blood in the house.

The smell of the blood that Gaia must have spilled made him think that something had happened here that had caused her death.

Having sealed the house, Kalexia searched all the countries that the fairy forest reached, looking for a human man.

But since he was a magician, it wasn’t easy to find him.

It was unknown if Gaia was killed by a human man or if they died together.

However, he was certain that the human man knew of Gaia’s death.

Kalexia looked around with dark eyes.

Gaia, created by the power of the Fairy King and the power of the old tree, didn’t remember this place. Therefore, of course, she didn’t remember how she lived here and how she died. And not only did she not have the memory of the human man she loved, but also the memory of Kalia, the child she had given birth to.

So, although the leads were not enough, Kalexia had to once again investigate the death of his youngest daughter.

‘Kalia.’

If her daughter’s death had been investigated a little more, she wouldn’t have grown up alone.

It didn’t matter that she was half human and half fairy, how could they not know about a child of their own blood, growing up in the harsh storm of the outside world.

There was something wrong with Kalia.

The color of the girl’s soul was somewhat strange.

And, it seems, the same thing happened with Sasha.

The color of their souls couldn’t be defined as one specific color.

Sasha’s colors were even more intricate and colorful than Kalia’s. However, he was a mysterious and special soul that shone in harmony.

Kalexia recalled talking to ‘them’ whom he had met in the dimensional rift. They sat in shining armchairs somewhere in the night sky and chatted softly.

“Is this the color of your grandson’s soul? Interesting.”

“Hmm, in my old memory, there was a person whose soul color was just as pazzled. However, it was a dirtier color than this one.”

“Hm? Oh really? Was there such a person?”

“About 1000 years ago. At a time when the demons were only trying to spread their influence on another world. It was because of the magic spreading at that time that the demons appeared. Around the same time, a child was born among the elves with this color of the soul, embracing the souls of all beings.”

“…Ah, that guy! A human soul sent by God from another world!”

“Oh! Exactly. At that time, thanks to this extraordinary person, the First Holy Demon War ended very smoothly. That’s it?”

“Yes. It’s that guy. It must have been a mixed blood of an elf and a dragon. Even this elf is of mixed blood with fairies.”

“I remember that the dragon, who became his father, also hid a mysterious energy.”

“Right. So his soul color was special. Yes, he looked like this. When different colors intertwine and become one color.”

While they were talking, sitting in front of each other and remembering the past, they suddenly shut up.

Looking into each other’s eyes and frowning, they asked Kalexia.

“That human girl of your blood recently gave birth to a baby?”

The sound of the whispering diminished, and the eyes of the huge beings focused on him.

“Sasha is a very good child.”

Hearing his answer, they sighed and slapped their knees. Each of them was silent about what they thought, and then spoke the word to Kalexia.

“Look after the child. Because he might be someone special.”

Kalexia, entering the dark house and looking around, rubbed his chin.

“Someone special.”

What was unusual was how pleasant and sweet he was.

Without kidding, but Sasha was too cute when Kalexia first saw him. Round white cheeks, light green eyes flecked with gold, and when he smiled, the corners of his mouth hid in his plump cheeks, and soft black hair, creating a snow-white angelic ring when exposed to sunlight.

Everything about the baby was too cute.

To the point that it put pressure on the hearts of everyone who looks at him.

‘But they wouldn’t call it unusual if they saw his cuteness.’

Kalexia froze, rubbing his chin, and thought seriously.

‘Come to think of it, that green seal shining on the boy’s forehead…’

Even he, who lived for more than five hundred years, seemed to have seen this for the first time. He searched the old library, but found no clues.

‘But this is strange…’

Kalexia remembered that the child’s eyes were exceptionally intelligent.

It wasn’t like every moment of their eye contact was like this, but when his eyes sparkled like that, he looked cunning and smart, not like other newborns.

‘Hmm.’

He probably should have watched Sasha more closely.

“By the way…why did you ask me to come in here again when I already checked everything?”

Kalexia looked back at the long forgotten house.

In the dimensional rift, he heard from them not only about Kalia and her child.

“I know. The fact is that the demons have invaded again, and… they’re working on it little by little.”

“But as long as our power in this world is weakened, there is little we can do.”

“Yes, it’s like giving away your old weapon.”

“A magician who has crossed the line of enlightenment has a wide variety of talents. Try with him.”

“And as for your daughter…”

“All I can tell you is to go where she last lived. You should go there.”

According to the belief, the Gods could manifest as existential dimensions from an dimensional rift.

They have limitless power, but if you do not believe in their existence, then they won’t be able to manifest this power. That is why the gods continue to prove the value of their existence, create new worlds and periodically do something beyond human common sense.

‘In proof of their existence.’

However, most of the existence of the Gods was forgotten in this world.

Perhaps pretending they don’t know what’s going on is also that they intend to use it as an ‘event’ to prove their existence.

But you can’t just sit back and take advantage of others.

Kalexia’s eyes grew a little colder.

He entered the small house.

Then, as he approached the small room at the end of the house, Kalexia’s gaze lingered on the deepest part of the room.

The small vine writhed and curled up.

It was a vine whose energy he did not feel.

“I didn’t plant you.”

Someone entered the sealed house after him.

Someone entered the place that Kalexia had sealed and planted this vine.

‘…Then who?’

At Kalexia’s words, the cute vine with a small white flower shuddered and exposed it’s coiled body.

Then a small letter appeared, wrapped in a vine.

“This…”

Kalexia grabbed it from the vine.

His eyes widened as he opened the letter that had been waiting for him for decades and read the words written on it.

[I am a man named Patrick who loved a certain fairy.]

The letter began with these words.

[This letter is the history of the past, which I leave to the grieving family of my precious fairy, my beloved Gaia, who will come to me.]

It was a letter from a man Gaia loved.

Patrick Attorio was an ordinary person.

Poor mage with some talent for magic, barely making ends meet.

Due to his nature-friendly qualities, he was an insignificant person who knew something about spirits.

If it wasn’t for his amazing look.

He lived in a place called Henrio, not far from Loa, and was often invited as a guest magician to perform on festival days in Loa. It was because he had so many fans in the region that he was called the magician of the festival.

It was at this festival that Gaia and Patrick first met.

Patrick, who was running away from the girls chasing him, ended up near the fairy forest, where he met Gaia.

There was no way he could describe this moment.

The day Patrick met Gaia, their eyes met and they told each other their names. The moment when his insignificant soul stumbled upon her and went ran amok, as if finding the meaning of existence. Falling in love was only a matter of time.

They visited each other whenever they had free time, and Patrick didn’t return to his village, but lived in an old house in Loa.

“I’m always afraid, Gaia. Is it really normal that a humble creature like me loves you?”

“Why are you bad? You can do magic, you have two hands to dig potatoes, and you have the courage to love me. And also you are beautiful.”

“Ack.”

Hearing Gaia’s last reply, Patrick asked grimly.

“Gaia, you don’t just like my looks, do you?”

“God, no. Although your appearance is the most beautiful… Oh, Patrick, did you just cry? How sweet. Come here. I’ll hug you.”

“Perhaps all I can do for you is this potato soup and, at best, a tree house.”

“Hoho, Patrick. I love the potato soup you know how to cook the best and your little house is very cozy.”

“Gaia.”

“Patrick, you know I don’t need a castle, or a dress, or a lot of land. Just love me with all your heart until the end of your time. Even if you die, I will still love you.”

Chapter end