I Became a Shaman in a Fantasy World - Chapter 100



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#100 You have to grow up quickly. (2)

Ah, ah, ah.

Even though I was just walking, it seemed like I heard a sound.

It’s that cute.

Swish –

Luna’s face turned towards me.

“Walk.”

Luna is waiting as if hoping for something.

A bashful smile appeared on her face as I reached out and patted her head.

They say that babies grow up when they wake up.

I don’t think that means it grows that fast though… .

“You’re growing up so fast…?”

“How interesting. Is this how divine power works?”

These were the words of Mr. Clocell upon seeing Luna growing tall.

Until last night, Luna was still a baby.

A small body that couldn’t even crawl yet.

Luna’s hair started growing after I saw her standing on the bed at dawn.

Short hair that goes past the chin.

The same was true for the body.

Probably, in a few hours, he would grow to be a full two or three year old.

“Inspiration.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Is it normal for them to grow this quickly?”

“That’s not true.”

Ah, ah, ah.

Huh?

Luna turned her head again.

Tsudam –

Bashish –

Luna keeps circling around me.

I had to stroke it about once every three turns.

“Why don’t you ask him directly? He might know.”

Do any babies know why they grow so quickly?

Luna is a saint, so she might know, the old man urged me.

“Lower!”

“Hehe, you called me?”

“Luna, you need to grow up quickly.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Um…I don’t know.”

The sight of him thinking so seriously was very adorable.

Enough to make the corners of the inspiration’s mouth twitch.

Luna, who had been thinking for a moment, turned around and approached Serena.

“Sister!”

“…huh?”

And back to me.

“bar!”

I still felt like I was hooked.

Luna’s little finger turned to Inspiration Clocell.

“Lower!”

“Heh heh heh heh.”

Luna tilted her head.

“What about the blue bottom?”

“Blue Grandpa?”

Nod.

I don’t know why it’s called blue, but if there’s no grandfather, it would be Old Man Paramon.

So, Master Paramon is now… .

He was out of the room for some sort of interrogation.

I told the assassin that there was something I needed to find out, so how should I explain this to Luna?

Inspiration Clocell struck first.

“He went to buy some snacks.”

“Huh?”

“That’s it.”

Bashish –

Luna nodded with satisfaction.

“Luna, but why is Mr. Paramon called Blue Grandpa?”

“cellar…”

Luna was still worried that she would have difficulty speaking.

“It’s blue.”

“hmm…?”

Luna, who looked up at Clocell’s inspiration, left a comment.

“Yellow bottom!”

“Heh heh heh heh.”

“The lower part…that thing!”

Wherever the finger points, there are flowers blooming along the road.

Why did you point to the flower?

Is it because the inspiration likes flowers?

“Oh, that’s right.”

It’s something I’ve just realized, but Luna’s eyes are different from others.

Because the physical eyes cannot see.

There is another world that only Luna can see.

“Did you say it was visible through light?”

Kkeudeok –

As expected, it seemed different from Yeongan.

Since people seem to be seen through colors, I wonder if it is possible to know their temperament.

“What color am I?”

Gyaut –

“Um…”

Luna began to look around.

It seems like he’s trying to find something similar to what he did to his inspiration.

but.

“It’s gone.”

“huh?”

“I’ve never seen it.”

Am I blind to color?

Maybe it’s a unique color that Luna hasn’t seen before.

Just as I was about to ask, Luna extended both her arms.

“Can you carry me?”

Nod.

“Aren’t you going to play anymore?”

“Now go to sleep. You should sleep well.”

So, you’ve been going round and round until now?

“Have you been practicing walking?”

“huh!”

The old man stroked his beard as if he was surprised.

Isn’t this like a baby learning to walk on his own?

When I picked up Luna, she clung to my back.

A body that is swaying as if it is rubbing its face and settling down.

“Are you okay?”

“It has to be big.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

I’ve never raised a child before, but I was a little different from other people.

A baby who sleeps because he has to grow up?

No matter how you look at it, this was no ordinary baby.

“You’re a genius, you’re a genius.”

New root –

New root –

Before she could even say a word, Luna fell asleep.

And then Dzant, who had been standing next to me without a trace, coughed in vain.

“Huh…”

“why?”

“It seems the saint has forgotten me.”

Now that I think about it, I’ve called them all at least once, but Dzant was the only one left out.

Inspiration from Clocell came flying in with a scolding.

“Why didn’t we become close earlier?”

“….”

“For your information, I’m yellow. It’s the same color as flowers.”

“….”

“Your light must have been dirty and hard to put into words. Hmm! That would be nice.”

The inspiration pointed to the weeds that were roughly withered.

“Isn’t that the light?”

“This is ridiculous. Wake the saintess up again. I will ask her myself.”

The ensuing scuffle.

Inspiration Clocell waved his hand in one direction.

“Blue Grandpa, are you here?”

“Roselle…?”

***

When Inspiration Paramon returned, we set out again.

“So, you’re saying that you just gave it to me?”

“Just then, an imperial informant happened to be passing by.”

Does this make any sense?

Why is it that an imperial informant is passing through the Harp Kingdom?

“Isn’t that a spy?”

“I’m an informant on vacation.”

“Ugh…”

Actually, what I did with him didn’t really have anything to do with me.

Because my work is done.

“I have something to ask you.”

“yes?”

“Did you do something to him?”

Nothing has been done.

All I did was find out the identity.

Didn’t the inspiration make it into a paste himself in the first place?

“He kept muttering while looking into space.”

“The sky…?”

“I have never in my life seen an assassin admit to something he did wrong before he was even questioned.”

I think I have a rough idea of ​​what it is.

“Is he sleeping? Passed out or something…”

“Even if you faint, you wake up quickly.”

“Suddenly I couldn’t breathe and was shaking?”

“That’s correct.”

If you can’t sleep, here’s what to expect.

The spirits of children followed him.

“I was stabbed in the neck.”

“…scissors?”

Perhaps the spirits of the children began to interfere.

One of the scariest ghosts is the one that takes the form of a child.

The younger the child, the more severe the condition becomes.

A child’s resentment is a truly pure resentment.

Besides, the younger they are, the harder it is to appease them.

Because we can’t communicate well.

It’s like soothing a baby who’s throwing a tantrum.

“What kind of scissors are…”

Inspiration Clocell’s eyes sparkled.

“There are times when the soul climbs up onto your body and steps on you while you are sleeping.”

“Hoo…”

“Sometimes I jump on the boat. It’s like having a nightmare.”

In his case, it would be even more severe.

Because it wasn’t just one or two souls following me.

For the time being, won’t I be pressed by scissors every time I sleep?

“I get to hear a lot of mysterious things when I’m with you. The soul is truly mysterious.”

“I feel that way because I can’t see it.”

Most people live without knowing.

There are many cases where it is passed over as the work of a ghost.

In the first place, even a proper scissors hold is a rare phenomenon.

The inspiration muttered.

“It was there originally, but I lived without knowing it…”

To begin with, this was a place with little shamanistic knowledge, so the possibility of that happening was high.

In a world without proper spiritual objects, it is questionable whether there is anyone who would know such a thing.

Instead, there exists an absurd power called divine power.

Looking at it this way, I find it rather absurd.

If only shamans had the power to heal wounds in an instant… .

“I think this is better…?”

“hmm?”

“No.”

There is one thing I am more curious about than that.

He must have something.

“Was there anything like a black bead?”

“There wasn’t anything special.”

“Hmm…”

There must have been something that had gathered souls.

Has it already fallen into their hands?

“Is there something you’re looking for?”

“When you summoned the demon last time, there was a medium to collect souls, right?”

“Hmm…I’ll contact you separately.”

Did we walk for a while longer before entering the forest path?

The inspirations suddenly started to snicker.

“….?”

Did these gentlemen suddenly get wind in their lungs?

Why do you say it’s noisy?

Clocelle’s inspiration pointed to a place far away.

“It’s over there.”

“yes.”

“You are here.”

“…yes?”

Psik –

The old man bursts into laughter once again.

“It really is as you said, they come to you on their own.”

As I was wondering what it meant, I remembered something I had forgotten.

Why wasn’t there someone who followed me?

Slave traders who kidnapped children.

I thought they were over there.

“See you soon.”

“Aren’t there quite a lot of them?”

This time, even Dzant and Serena were looking at it.

“About forty…”

And soon I was able to face them.

They were disguised as if they were soldiers and were moving a large cart.

Even though it’s completely empty inside.

“….”

Some faces look quite urgent.

Among them, a familiar one looked at us and his eyes lit up.

Ding – ding – ding –

“This baby looks like he has the potential to become mana.”

“….?”

As the man approached them, saying such things, the old men’s faces turned red.

“It looks like the family is going on a trip.”

The man who had been scanning the group flinched when he saw Serena, Dzant, and Luna.

Greed that can be felt just right.

And strange feelings.

The guy opened his mouth again.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard the rumor.”

Ding – ding –

“I was the one who drove the undead out of the northern part of the empire.”

“….?”

“This is Chris.”

Psik –

Psik –

Laughter erupting everywhere.

The bastard opened his mouth again and rang the bell.

“Do you believe in fate?”

This is a bumper crop of bullshit.

I never thought I’d meet a quack like this.