Chapter 208: You Must Be Joking (1/2)
“Uncle, then will Cinderel…” Hearing Sidarth mention that elemental core’s power, Sinmosa immediately grew worried about her daughter. Up till that very moment, she assumed that her daughter was in the clear, having been born and all, yet that assumption was just proven false mere seconds ago.
“It’s all right, as long as she receives timely energy nourishments, she should be able to hold out till Six-stars at which that malaise would disappear. Take care however, the little lass needs to maintain a sufficient level of energy or else. No matter what, she mustn’t starve.” This matter concerned the life and death of his niece so Sidarth made sure to emphasize that last point in the gravest of tones.
“That energy source must’ve come from a Five-stars Fire Elemental Core, I bet. The energies within that crystal are extremely pure and matches the lass’s element perfectly. Thankfully, such strict requirements are no longer needed since the most difficult phase, childbirth, has already passed. Keeping her well nourished is a lot easier, energy in general is enough for that.”
‘From the sound of things, we just have to feed her some high energy food then, souls should do the trick. They’re easy to obtain and free of impurities.’
Naturally, feeding her more cores from Fire Elementals would be preferable but clearly that wasn’t a viable option. Where would we find said elementals in the first place and even if we could find them, killing them for such a reason was just despicable. Besides, their strength weren’t something to scoff at either; unlike the Flame Devouring Fishes, we had no way to counteract their abilities so souls was our best option for now.
With that, the subject of Cinderel was settled for now, Sidarth turned to face me once more and said: “Speaking of which, why would a devil help a member of the hellhounds for no reason?”
“Truth be told, I was allied with a hellhound back during those days in the Prison of the Dead. Because of that, I’ve grown fond of the hellhound clan, that’s why I decided to help out Sinmosa and Sasani.”
(TL: Most of the time I try to reconcile the author’s inane ramblings with the chapter, but this honestly has me stumped so I just left it as is. The bracketed text is unnecessary so feel free to skip it.)
{We live in a very practical world: just because you treat someone well doesn’t mean that he will treat you well in return. However, if you were to treat someone badly, he would most definitely treat you badly. No one is actually a complete villain, even if someone like that actually exists, the odds of meeting him are one in a million.
The world isn’t only a mirror but rather something more complicated than that. It can reflect your view of the world but can also show you a host of other things yet to happen as well. You merely can’t see it then.}
“I knew I wasn’t wrong about you, truly an outstanding youth.” Sidarth gave a laugh as he said that and then eyed Neanderke: “Brat, get over here.”
Being summoned like that, Neanderke wasn’t all too willing to come over but did so anyway.
“Stop being so wishy washy about it and get here, what are you, a sissy?”
“…” As instructed, Neanderke stood before me and Sidarth, faces filled with an awkward nervousness.
Not long after that, Sidarth’s lips curled in a beaming smile after which he gave the Cerberus a swift kick that caused him to stagger towards me and almost topple over. Ignoring the look Neanderke gave him, Sidarth turned to me before asking in an ingratiating tone: “This worthless dog son of mine, what do you think of him?”
(TL: It’s a cultural thing here to talk about a child like that, the intention is to show humbleness rather than to insult the person in question.)
“Really strong, stronger than me at least.” Still confused as to what he was asking, I answered the question at face value. Still, the fact that Neanderke was his son surprised me. Thinking about it, was there even anything I could say about that dog? This was merely our second time meeting and if I really had to describe him, I would use the following words: ‘your son is an a**hole.’
“Originally, Sinmosa would’ve been my first choice…regrettable, truly regrettable…” After sighing for an eternity, Sidarth finally got to the main point: “Since Sinmosa has already married Sasani, I naturally can’t tear those two apart. In that case…are you willing to be my daughter-in-law? Miss Devil?”
“……”
‘Someone kill me…please…’
“I said so already, I’m a male, a male, a male! Don’t tell me I have repeat everything important three times before you get it?!”
In contrast to my sudden outburst, Sidarth was strangely calm about this entire affair: “You aren’t being very polite, youngster.”
“Screw your f****** politeness, I’m a male, you’d better get that into all three of your heads!”
“Your sex isn’t decided by what you say, please get that fact straight, O beautiful devil. Even though my son might be a little dumb, if you’re willing to marry him, I’ll aid you in his human reconstruction.”
“What the heck is human reconstruction?! Also, why must I marry your stupid son? I already told you, I’m a male! Don’t tell me your brains have gotten foggy because of old age?! In what way do I look like a female?!”
“If you’re male, you should have ‘that thing’ too.” As he said that, he quietly glanced between my thighs before shaking his head and sighing. “Youngsters nowadays, their mood swings come and go like the wind. Not too long ago you were so polite and yet just minutes later, you’re here glaring at me.”
“That thing is just on vacation for now! It will come back eventually! You hear me? You old dog!”
While calling him an old dog might not be very polite, there was no way I was going to back down after being prodded at my sore point.