LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 12
“Bastard old man!”
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“Sit down.”
Baraquiel sighed.
“We have to talk.”
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“Brother. I don’t think I need to say this, but do you understand how important that boy is?”
“...I know.”
Currently, Baraquiel and Azazel were in the latter’s penthouse in Kuoh. While Akeno was told to stay in the living room, Shuri was currently nursing Igor in one of the guestrooms.
Right now, both Baraquiel and Azazel were standing outside of the guestroom, the latter give the former an intense gaze.
“Look, brother…*sigh*, this kid, is the LAST Aryan. Under no circumstances, can he die. And under NO circumstances, should he become our enemy. Because brother, if this kid realises his potential, he can either become our biggest ally, or our biggest enemy. I wanted to draft him into Grigori, but I doubt he will accept considering that personality of his. So our next option is him becoming an ally or our associate.”
He then shoved his finger into Baraquiel’s chest.
“This is where YOU come in. When we wake that kid up, I won’t be surprised if he says a bunch of words and attacks you. What I want you to do, is NOT beat him into the ground again.”
Silence…
“Mm.”
Baraquiel gave a gruff nod and moved his hand to open the door. But before he could do that, Azazel grabbed his hand.
“I am serious, brother. I can find sacred gears. I can find talents. I can even find a Longinus. What I CANNOT find, is another Aryan.”
Azazel looked into his eyes, his gaze intense and his meaning clear.
“Do not RUIN this, brother.”
He let go of Baraquiel’s hand and proceeded to open the door. Once that door swung open, his serious demeanor vanished like a fart in the wind.
Holding up his hand to greet, he gave his typical, lighthearted smile.
“Hey, Shuri~. How’s the kid holding up?”
“Oh my~ Azazel-kun. Well he’s…”
As the conversation continued, Baraquiel stood outside the door, the words of Azazel spinning the cogs in his head.
[With that brat’s personality, I won’t be surprised if he’s more stubborn than a donkey.]
In the end, he couldn’t stop a light smile from forming on his face.
“Hmph.”
He walked inside, adjusting his collar in the process. Upon entering the room, the sudden brightness emanating from the globe on the ceiling caused him to squint. Regardless, he was able to quickly adjust to the sudden glare while keeping his hands to his sides. It would’ve been humiliating if a man of his calibre shielded his eyes from sudden brightness of all things.
His eyes instantly took in the whole room. A small double-bed with white pillows and covers and cream-white walls with a single globed lamp on the ceiling. On the cabinets on both sides of the bed were various medicines and bandages. On the bed was Igor with white bandages wrapped around his entire torso.
With his sense of hearing, Baraquiel could hear that the blonde’s heart rate was low…too low for a normal human. *
But he couldn’t focus on that fact before his wife walked over to him.
“Husband.”
He looked down, assuming to see the smile of his lovely wife ready to give him the morning kiss he needed.
But…
“How are you~?”
Looking at that smile of hers, he could be certain she was about to change his well-being…for the worse.
And he could do nothing but offer an awkward smile.
“H-Hi dear. I’m fine…you?”
“Ufufufu~. I’m fine…but Dimori-kun certainly isn’t~.”
“Oh…”
Azazel simply watched on from the sides, the situation clearly amusing him.
[Haaaa…brother. You sure know how to pick ‘em.]
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As Azazel expected, the blonde was difficult. Even though the lad didn’t attack Baraquiel after the first attempt, he was in a predictably, sour mood.
But even worse was, his brother outright asked for the boy to become his disciple.
“I can teach you certain-”
“Teach, my ass!”
“I can aid you in fine-tuning your combat repertoire and-”
“I can manage JUST fine on my own old man!”
Although Igor was much calmer than Azazel expected…well, as calm as the blonde could be.
“But regardless, I have-”
“Your mother!”
“?!”
Azazel’s head snapped up, Igor’s curse rattling his brain. He immediately gave the blonde another once-over.
He looked down again, his brows furrowed in contemplation.
[It’s been so long since I’ve heard such an old style of swearing, especially from someone who’s not even of Asian descent.]
Azazel could easily tell that Igor never grew up in Japan or any other eastern countries. His way of speaking was too crude, forward, and impolite. In fact, he was too quick to cussing just like everyone was during the…
“World Wars…”
Baraquiel and Igor didn’t hear his quiet mutter. If they did, they ignored him. Igor was swinging colourful words like a pro boxer while Baraquiel’s entire face was red and bulging from frustration. The anger on the fallen’s face could not be described in mere words. But keeping it in and trying to speak politely was causing him to develop the smile of someone who’s suffering from constipation.
If Azazel was paying attention, he would’ve laughed. If Shuri was paying attention, she would’ve stopped the powder keg threatening to explode. Although it hadn’t been that long since she had reentered the room, Igor and Baraquiel didn’t notice her.
But while Azazel was engrossed in his own thoughts, Shuri looked towards the former with some concern.
“Azazel-kun. What do you mean by the world wars?”
Azazel held up his chin with his fists, a momentary “hmmmmm” acting as acknowledgement to Shuri’s questioning.
“Well…I know that soldiers, be they from the mundane to the supernatural, have a tendency to swear. It isn’t as frequent now, but back in those days, curses were a daily occurrence since it was a period of great war. And the way Igor speaks is almost like an Aryan during the war. If a child grew up hearing those words…”
Just a glance towards the blonde sneaking in explicit content in his words was more than enough for Shuri to feel a bit flushed.
She had never heard so many synonyms for a person’s private parts before.
“I…understand-”
But she then came to a sudden realisation.
“Wait. You don’t mean…”
Azazel nodded.
“This son of Dimori, may be much older than he looks.”
Given the numerous things he’s seen, Azazel wouldn’t be surprised. There were no lack of methods to prolong or halt aging.
[But he doesn’t show any signs of being much older than he looks.] *
In the end, he shook his head. Standing up, he put the whole thought process behind him.
[Coming up with conjectures like this from just his way of speaking? Maybe I am going senile. In any case, I should help my dearest brother out because at this rate, my beautiful house will get destroyed.]
He put on a confident look and approached the young blonde.
“Hey kid. How about I tell you a few things. For starters, do you know what you are?”
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(Before Igor woke up)
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Akeno was quietly sitting in the living room. The television was on, and cartoons were put on for her. But while she sat on the carpet, she wasn’t watching the cartoons. Her mind was more focused on what happened previously.
But more importantly, she was more focused on pronouncing a certain word that she had come to like.
“Ffffffuuuuuuuckkkk~ Fuck!”
She said it with such childish wonder and innocence, that it would not seem strange if the word was placed between ‘fluffy rabbits’ and ‘teddy-bears’.
It was amazing to her how a single word could cause everyone to panic. It was fun to watch all those adults run around and to see her mother’s panicked expression was even funnier.
But there was another phrase that both confused and interested her more.
“Your…mother. Your mo-ther.”
The previous word was more understandable. She had never heard of it before so Akeno didn’t make too much of a fuss about it. All she knew was that if she said that word, Igor would get beaten up. That would count as payback for him calling her “Little chick”.
But the latter phrase completely confused her. She had no idea why when Igor said it, her father seemed just about ready to pop a blood vessel.
She kept trying to roll the words around her tongue.
“Your mother! Yourrrr…motherrrrr.”
She was trying to see if pronouncing it slowly or differently would yield different results. She crossed her legs and held her chin up with her hand. She would occasionally sway her head from side to side, almost as if she could see a hologram of ‘Your Mother’ floating in front of her. It was her own little bid to see if she could find a way to obtain enlightenment over the word’s understanding.
But while Akeno mulled about in profanity interpretation, Shuri had just descended the stairs when she chanced upon her daughter happily singing in front of the television.
“Your mother~ Your mother~ Your mother~ Your mother~ Your…”
On a normal day, Shuri would simply smile and carry on with her day. If it was during the pre-Igor era, she would not have thought so much.
But the moment she heard the ‘lyrics’ of her daughter’s improvised nursery rhyme, she experienced a flashback.
‘Fuck your mother! Do I LOOK ALRIGHT?! SHIT! FUCK! This hurts! THIS REALLY HUUUURTS!’
She almost dropped the roll of old bandages in her hands, a cold sweat covering her brow. She looked over to her daughter, the epitome of innocence in her heart. Her mind threatened to freeze over. It could easily picture the scene of hell freezing over. But for the life of her, her mind could not picture a future where her little bundle of joy would cuss like soldiers in trench warfare.
It was why with a determined gaze, she trudged forward, her motherly instincts taking over.
“Akeno!”
She hastily grabbed her daughter’s shoulders and made her turn towards her.
“Don’t say bad words like that!”
Akeno turned to face her mother. There was evident childlike confusion on her face that was followed by a predictable…
“Why?”
Luckily, years of motherly instincts passed down from mother to mother allowed Shuri to quickly provide an answer.
“Because only bad people speak like that. And you, my girl…”
She neatly straightened out her daughter’s dress.
“...are my little princess. Princesses don’t speak like hooligans.”
“So…Dimori-san is a holi…hoole…bad person?”
Shuri’s smile became strained.
“Not…really.I believe that Dimori-kun is a good boy. We just have to stop him from using bad words.”
“Oh...will we be able to?”
“...”
Shuri considered it. She truly did. But it hasn’t been a week and…
“We’ll try?”
…she had very little confidence.
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“Uh…uncle Azazel. My answer is no. I have everything I need at home.”
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AN
[But he doesn’t show any signs of being much older than he looks.]
Explanation: Azazel means his mental age. He meant that Igor doesn’t act like someone who’s that old.
With his sense of hearing, Baraquiel could hear that the blonde’s heart rate was low…too low for a normal human. *
Explanation: Igor’s not dying. His heart is simply that powerful and his body is just that healthy to the point that his heart doesn’t need to beat as much to pump blood.
Before I am hounded by people saying that everything about Azazel’s conjecture is nonsense, I will explain why Azazel said what he said. Firstly, the reason why he said the world wars and not subsequent wars, was because the life subscription of Aryans expired in 1945. Furthermore, Azazel perked his head up when Igor said “Your mother”. Then he proceeded to say that he cusses like an Aryan. That almost disproves any notion of him being raised somewhere else by someone else. Those are just the key points I wanted to mention.
This fanfiction will not be dropped. For those who’ve read Unlimited Potential, I also would like to say that that book will not be dropped as well. It will undergo a rewrite in the future. The reason why I am uploading after so many days, is because things were extremely busy these past few days. But for now, I can upload consecutively for the next few days since my schedule is clear.