Chapter 14 - The Way a Certain Beast Girl was Broken Part 2
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ăMinaris, and Maris. Is it true that youâre both wererabbits?ă
She couldnât comprehend the words that she had just heard.
ăIâll ask again. Is it true that you, parent and child, are beastmen?ă
The words spoken once again by the village elder penetrated her blank head.
(Whywhywhywhy!? Eh, why did he suddenly say that!?)
What filled her spinning mind was a storm of questions. She couldnât process the information. She couldnât understand what was happening.
With her thoughts in disorder, the girl instinctively turned towards her mother as though to ask for help.
Her mother had on a grim expression. Looking as if she had come to some sort of decision, she released the illusion was constantly cast on herself.
The villagers parted simultaneously, and the look in their eyes changed in an instant.
It was the same look they would give the many goblin corpses that they exterminated.
Those gazes were concentrated on them by the villagers who had, until yesterday, treated them intimately like family.
ăM-motherâŚă
Listening to the words that changed one after another, the confusion in her head increased at an accelerated pace.
She looked up in a daze. The village chiefâs eyes held a cold gaze she had never once seen before until now, and they were full of contempt.
âŚâŚScary.
This terror overshadowed the Ice Goblin she confronted yesterday; those eyes were scary.
ăAs you can see, we are wererabbits. Iâm sorry for keeping quiet about it.ă
Seeing the figure of her mother, who had been flung to the bare ground, saying that with her head lowered, she finally understood that the villagers were directing malicious gazes toward her.
ăSo what Lucia told us was trueâŚâŚă
ăEh, Lucia did!? That⌠Youâre lying!!ă
Lucia had promised yesterday. She had said she would keep it a secret.
She surveyed her surroundings, wanting to be told that it was a lie. Her childhood friends stood among the 15~16 villagers.
However, the one she was looking for wasnât there.
Looking this way as though he was looking at trash was her other childhood friend, Keril. And then, trying to cuddle close to him, spreading gossip without being seen by the boy, was Luciaâs figure.
ăWhâŚyâŚ? Didnât you say you would keep it a secret!!ă
ăEep!! KerilâŚă
When the girl spontaneously cried out, Lucia clung to Keril whilst putting on a frightened facade.
ăLucia, itâs alright so calm down.ă
Saying that, Keril pat Luciaâs back gently and then glared at the girl with an even harsher look.
ăOi, donât torment Lucia any more than this!! I couldnât believe it when I first heard, but you really are the worst!! I misjudged you!!ă
ăWha!? Just whatâŚă
ăDonât play dumb!! I heard everything from Lucia!! Youâve always been tormenting her!! She cried, saying you threatened her into silence with that beastman power of yours.ă
ăWhaâŚă
She realised that her words had actually ceased, that she had become speechless. Rather than her voice, her thoughts had stopped as though the very existence of words inside her mind had disappeared.
ăVillage chief, I donât care what happens to me, however, please⌠Wonât you please spare this child? At least, at least until this child reaches her 18th birthdayâŚă
Throughout that, Maris hugged her daughter with her head lowered.
Maris had decided to do this yesterday when she heard the story from her daughter. Her daughter would be unable to flee the village while bringing her, as she had a weak constitution. However, she clearly understood that her daughter would, no matter what she said, never leave her behind and escape. Thus, Maris frantically bowed her head for her daughterâs sake.
ăPlease, somehowâŚă
ăStop kidding!! This filthy beast!!ă
What Maris faced in reply were abusive words and stones picked up off the ground.
ăThatâs right, stop joking around!!ă
ăYouâve been deceiving us this whole time, how disgusting!!ă
ăAn animal shouldnât be imitating other people!!ă
Once the first person started, cutting insults and pebbles continued to rail incessantly down on the two.
ăPlease, just this childâŚ!?ă
ăMother!!ă
A largish rock mixed in with the pebbles that came flying hit Maris on the forehead, causing her to bleed.
The girl reflexively covered her mother as though to protect her.
The illusion on the girl was also released amid the extreme chaos, and her tail and ears appeared. Even so, the girl simply continued to shield her mother.
The girlâs mother was once affected by an epidemic and managed to recover somehow, but she lost the physical tenaciousness of a beastman and became a mere shadow of her former self. She was weakened to the extent where she would be wounded by having rocks thrown at her by ordinary villagers with no training experience whatsoever.
ăStop, stop it everyone, STOP ITTTT!!ă
The girlâs wailing echoed throughout the village square, but it was repressed with a wave of jeers.
ăShut up, the spawn of a monster should stay silent!!ă
ăDonât speak with the words of humans, you beast.ă
ăDie, why are you alive, hurry up and die already!!ă
Creak, crack. She understood that a dark fissure was forming in her heart.
It felt like she was being struck with the pointed stake* from before.
[Daily: Metaphorically]
Why? Whatâs the reason? No, it hurts; her heart hurt more than her body.
When she looked around from her crouching position, she saw Keril throwing rocks in support of the villagers, not to mention still glaring at her with an intense look. She also saw Lucia clutching at Kerilâs sleeve while hiding behind him so he couldnât see the twisted, mocking smile on her face.
And then her head, body, and heart finally understood.
She had been betrayed. She had been betrayed, she had been betrayed, she had been betrayed, she had been betrayed!!
ăWhy, whyâŚă
Tears welled up. The stones hailing down on her body had driven a wedge in her cracked heart. Right before her heart completely broke, the momentum of the rain of stones stopped.
ăWhat is this commotion about!?ă
The ones who appeared were the men of the village.
The men seemed to have returned from their expedition earlier than expected, and although it wasnât much, they brought with them some hunted game.
ăFaâŚther⌠*sniffle* Father!!ă
Despite her vision being blurred with tears, she still saw her father among the people who returned.
The girl felt reassured; she would be saved with this. Her father was an influential man in the village and was expected to be its next chief.
Relief swelled inside her when she saw him discuss something with the villagers. Ah, she was sure to be saved with thisâŚ
ăYouâre wrong!! I have nothing to do with this, I didnât know!!ă
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When she turned around, her world was turned upside-down. It warped and collapsed.
ăI was deceived by this woman!! Damn this filthy beastman.ă
Her ears turned deaf. Her eyes lost sight. Her nose was ineffective. She couldnât feel a thing.
ăWhat is this. Eh? What⌠is thisâŚă
Kashan. In the end, she felt like she heard the sound of something breaking.
Then, the girlâs world completely collapsed.
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When she came to, the girl was being jolted around on the wagon of a slave trader.
In her dim world, she faintly recalled being sold off for dirt-cheap by the being she thought was her âFatherâ.
The reason the girl regained her will despite being on the brink of becoming a cripple was because of the presence of her mother beside her.
A parent-and-child beastmen couple, they couldnât expect decent treatment even as merchandise.
The meals they were given were clearly inferior to the other slavesâ. They were whipped and abused for no reason or meaning. They were forced to use the dirty water after the others had bathed, or even kicked and called âsmellyâ and âdirtyâ without being given a chance to bathe.
Using the excuse of them being beastmen, and thus having the superior physical ability, they were chained to the moving wagon and made to run while being dragged along.
The feeling of not wanting to become a burden to her weakened mother was the only thing that sustained the crushed girlâs spirit.
However, no matter how much the girl tried to avoid burdening her mother, it was nothing more than pouring water on hot stone. The beautiful girlâs mother became worn-down as though she had been filed with a rasp.
The slave trader chose the girlâs mother as a sacrifice.
Saying, âthe beastmen are being tormented,â and, âthey receive worse treatment than yourselves,â he made a display of them to let the other slaves vent.
Just like the slave trader expected, the other slaves sneered when they saw them.
They watched the girl being lashed, watched the mother being lifted up by her hair, and watched the two being sent flying with a kick to the back. They sneered, as though they were watching an interesting play.
It was half a year after the girl had been bought by the slave trader; when they were halfway to the royal capital, the girlâs mother became unable to move.
The girlâs world became hollow once again, and she fell into this vacant world.
She stopped caring about mud being mixed into her food. She became numb to the lashes and abuse. She also lost the motivation to resist when they covered her in mud and called it bathing.
ăTch, so she broke. Brittle despite being a beastman, geez. There are nobles who like this kind of thing so thereâs no hope for her future, really.ă
The girl simply gazed at the sighing slave trader with vacant eyes.
ăAt any rate, your mother went and died of her own accord. Why do I have to lose the purchased money for you beastmen, damnit.ă
With a jolt, the broken fragments reacted to the slave traderâs words.
(Why�)
The question arose, like poison gradually welling up.
(Why? What did I do wrong? Since when was I wrong? What should I do to make it better?)
The questions that started to overflow in one go as though spouting out made the wreckage that lost its light change into gooey magma.
(Whoâs fault is it? Why am I here? Who am I? What am I here to do? What is this feeling?)
The fragments that remained all turned to magma.
Magma that became a warped, deformed, grotesque shape, as though wriggling, as though twisting around, as though it was churning.
And then the reformed heart had only one genuine emotion.
ăAh, I⌠want to break them.ă
Just as she recognized the words she unconsciously let out, the frozen emotion came gushing forth.
I hate Lucia, I hate Keril, I hate the one who was her father, I hate the village chief, I hate the villagers.
I hate the slave trader who made a laughingstock of mother and me, I hate the slaves who sneered at us when we were ridiculed by the slave trader.
Iâd like to torture, Iâd like to injure, I wonât forgive them, Iâd like to break it, Iâd like to twist, Iâd like to gouge, Iâd like to snatch away, Iâd like to pulverise, Iâd like to crush, Iâd like to smash, Iâd like to slash, Iâd like to make them choke, Iâd like to burn, Iâd like to skin, I would like to stab, Iâd like to tear, Iâd like to kill, Iâd like to kill, Iâd like to kill, Iâd like to kill, KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!
The inside of her heart was simply filled to the brim with just that.
After that, she stopped listening to a single thing the slave trader said.
Each time she showed a rebellious attitude, she was punished through various means, but still the fever that burned inside her wouldnât forgive them.
Even if she was tortured and punished to the point where she could no longer move, even if she was on the brink of death, that fever was the only thing that wouldnât disappear.
Arriving at the royal capital, her glaring hostility did not wane despite pain being transmitted through the slave crest.
Before long, the days of simply being chained to the wall without sufficient food, clothing, or bathing started. The days where she just deludes herself, fantasizing about achieving revenge with the utmost cruelty in her fantasies. She stopped being given even a single meal a day, as though they thought it was not needed if she was going to be disposed of when those days soon came to a close.
She might die like this. No, she was sure to die.
The fever that did not disappear even when she was on the brink of being able to sense death writhed inside her body.
No matter how tenacious a beastman, if they did not have the minimal amount of food at least, they wouldnât last long. Already her consciousness grew hazy, and she could feel nothing but the heat inside her feverish body.
ăYeah, as I thought, you have beautiful eyes.ă
Amid that, a voice resonated within her still-burning dim consciousness.
Before her eyes was an unfamiliar person; no ability to think rationally remained, and she could only conclude that he was the same as the several nobles who had turned up when they first arrived in the capital.
Without the strength to rage like she did back then, she could only intimidate him by glaring at him with bare hostility.
But even so, she felt a hint of something familiar in the manâs pupils that drew her in for some reason.
ăDoâŚnât touch⌠HuâŚman.ă
Her mouth, which was bereft of moisture, moved and forced out some words.
ăGu⌠aaaAAAaaaaah!!ă
Then, pain ran throughout her body, causing her already hazy vision to flicker even more.
It felt like an old wound was being forcibly gouged out. A scream was squeezed out as though it was wrung out from that part of her body.
Just when she thought the waves of pain had lessened, an unknown bottle of liquid was thrust into her mouth.
ăNng⌠Ghhhhh!!ă
The liquid she was forced to swallow without her having the strength to resist or spit out allowed her emaciated body to recover from its languid state.
Her magic always felt insufficient due to not having decent meals or rest, but now it even managed to recover to about half.
ăWith this, youâll be able to talk for a little while.ă
The girl couldnât comprehend the meaning behind the manâs words. Generally speaking, with her cognitive ability restored, she understood that what she was made to drink were HP and MP potions.
Neither of them were things to give to a slave girl. In general, although it wasnât beyond oneâs grasp, they were something that could be considered to have quite a high price.
ăWhatâŚă
To the girl, this was enough to make her wary of some trap, thus, she received a shock when she heard the words that came next.
ăWho do you want to kill?ă
The shock was similar to the one from when her mother died, when she was prompted by the slave traderâs words, and realized that her heart had reconstructed itself.
ăYou, who do you want to take revenge on?ă
That manâthat young boy seemed no different from herself when she peered into his eyes; the girl understood why she felt a sense of familiarity and was drawn to those pupils.
What was there was something similar to the fever that she had seen burning inside her for a long time.
The familiarity was natural. As for why, it was because of the eyes that were the same as hers.
That was why the girl spoke spontaneously.
ăThe girl who was my friend and⌠the boy who was my childhood friend and⌠dad and⌠the village chief and⌠the slave trader and the slaves.ă
ăDo you only want to kill them?ă
She realized it was a mocking tone of voice, and yet she sensed the signs of him wanting her to speak.
However, such a thing was trivial to the girl.
It was a desire she had repeated in her delusions many times and, before long, had been etched not in her reasoning, but in her instincts.
ăItâs no good to just kill them, itâs no good unless I torment, torture, make them scream, slowly deprive them of sleep, then break, break, break them to exhaustion. To simply kill them, thatâs too much of a waste.ă
Saying that, the girl smiled for the first time since becoming a slave.
The boy before her also smiled at the words that gushed out from the depths of her heart.
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