Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!! Chapter 423
Everyone of the Hiyuma clan was dead. Since all the houses were ablaze, perhaps the village had been set on fire.
Seeing that, Father paled and ran home.
What we saw was Motherâs body buried under animals.
I was sure animals risked their life to protect Mother. Lying dead on top of Mother was a deer, rabbit, cat, dog, and various other animals.
Beneath them, Mother was dead while still holding a small pigeon.
There was a large wound on her chest. She mustâve been cut with a sword, and apparently it was a fatal wound.
The pigeon held by Mother took off. As the only survivor, the pigeon circled in the sky, reluctant to part.
I couldnât think about anything.
I had no idea what was happening.
I didnât understand at all why Mother was dead or covered with wounds.
Mother who saw me off the previous night was slightly scared but otherwise healthy, and her complexion wasnât bad either.
However, the complexion of Mother lying among animals was deathly pale, and no matter how much I talked to her or shook her, she didnât wake up.
Father was staring at Mother in shock and suddenly he raised a bestial scream.
He fell on his knees and cried aloud as he clung to Mother. Seeing how much Father loved Mother, the tears I had been enduring overflowed.
I clung to my dead Mother together with Father. She was frighteningly cold, and even though I didnât want to, I had no choice but to admit she had died.
Eventually, Father stood up and began to silently dig a hole to bury Mother and the animals. Although I wasnât used to it, I emulated Father and helped.
After everything finished, Father went to check the state of the village. I didnât want to be left alone, so I followed him.
When I saw it again, I could really only call it hell.
It was a world of death where no one was alive. There were bodies in burned houses, but they were so charred that I couldnât even tell who they were.
Father and I checked them one by one, and after confirming that there were no survivors, we left the village together.
During that time, Father didnât utter a single word.
The night of that day Father spoke to me.
We were camping in the forest near the village. I was sitting near a bonfire and absentmindedly listening to owlsâ voices, and in response to Fatherâs call I raised my face.
âIt was the King of Sahaja who attacked the Hiyuma. He wanted to make us his subordinates all this time. Because he couldnât do that, he eliminated the threat. Thatâs probably what happened.â
âThe King of Sahaja. The King attacked us?â
Told of our enemy, I looked at Father in confusion.
âYeah, thereâs no doubt. There were numerous weapons with the crest of Sahaja scattered around the village. They mustâve come from the soldiers who attacked.â
â⊠Was Mom killed by those people?â
As Father agreed, I understood.
Surely, last night Mother learned from animals that Sahaja troops were approaching the village. And knowing sheâd be a burden to me, she sent me alone to where Iâd be safe, to Father.
As Mother said, her untrained legs were slow. If by any chance a soldier had found us, we wouldnât have been able to escape. Mother feared that.
Mother knew sheâd die. Despite that, she said nothing and sent me off. To eliminate the possibility of us dying together.
âIâm⊠Iâm sorryâŠâ
Because I was there, Mother couldnât escape. When I noticed that and apologized to Father, he shook his head.
âWhy are you apologizing? Your mom protected you. You have to live instead of her. Do you understand?â
âYou and I are the only living Hiyumas. We even lost our chief⊠Lux. Weâll have to live while hiding these eyes.â
I nodded to Fatherâs words.
If the King of Sahaja had known there were Hiyumas alive, weâd have surely been targeted. To stay alive, we had no choice but to avoid being seen.
Saying that, I went to sleep.
I couldnât see Father anywhere. Half-crazed, I desperately searched for him. Fortunately, Father left behind a letter, so I was able to immediately know where he was. I turned pale when I read it.
âI loathe the King of Sahaja for killing your mom. Iâll kill him. I have to kill him. Iâm sure Iâll come back after dealing with him. Thatâs why please live. Thatâs my and your momâs wish.â
Of all things, Father went to have a revenge on the King of Sahaja.
He left his son, me, in the forest alone. Even though on the day before, he vowed to live on together with me.
Despite saying that, to tell the truth I understood.
Father deeply loved Mother. He couldnât stand losing her and had to kill the culprit. Thatâs why he went.
Alone, I waited for Father in the forest.
Fortunately, Iâd received training as a Hiyuma from Father, so living in the forest was a childâs play.
And since I started spending time alone, similarly to Mother I somehow became able to understand what birds say.
âWhat is it? Chin up!â
It was clearly nothing but cooing, and yet suddenly a voice resounded in my mind. I was really surprised at first, however, there was a precedent of Mother. So while I was surprised, I immediately understood the reason.
Iâm sure a trait Iâd inherited awakened for some reason.
I certainly had Motherâs blood in me. Thatâs why.
Feeling the connection with Mother from what sheâd left me, on that day I cried alone in the forest while thinking of her.
Mother had been lamenting that she couldnât go back to her hometown. But, after meeting Father and giving birth to me, she stopped feeling like going back. I cried recalling how gentle Mother had been as she told us that she wanted to stay with us.
Since then, there was always some bird at my side, comforting me in my solitude.
If I had been truly alone, Iâm sure I would have been unable to stand it and gone insane. It was thanks to birds that I could keep waiting for Father.
However, I spent half a year in the forest since then.
Father never returned. It was easy to predict what his ending was.
Itâs almost impossible to kill a king of a country without any information alone. Father too knew that. Still, he had to go. Still, he went⊠and probably had the tables turned on him. Or perhaps he didnât even reach the king.
After all, Father didnât have a master. He couldnât use the power of the Hiyuma freely.
Still, I waited another half a year.
I hung onto the sliver of hope. However, Father never came back, and I finally roused myself and alone left the forest for the town.
I felt a void in my chest.
Mother was killed without even being able to resist.
Father was killed after he swore to take revenge and ultimately failed.
Nothing mattered anymore.
I didnât feel like following Father to take revenge. It was impossible even for him. If I had tried, the history would have repeated itself.
The life Mother gave me. The life Father gave me.
I didnât care about the Hiyuma clan. This life saved by both of my parents became everything to me.