Calm down. I'm a teacher at the Academy of the Brave. I've been assigned to this village today. I've been assigned to this village today. ...... Can you put down that wooden stick for now?
I raised my hands in the air to show that I was not hostile.
I raised my hands to show that I was not hostile. "Are you a ...... teacher ...... at the Academy of the Brave?
The kid with the wooden stick looked at me quizzically.
The kid with the wooden stick looked at me quizzically, as if he was trying to figure me out.
Incidentally, at first I thought it was hard to tell whether the kid was a boy or a girl, but a closer look revealed that he was not.
It was definitely a girl, a girl.
The reason for this is that, upon closer inspection, her breasts were rather full.
She was pushing up her ragged, dirty clothes and trying hard to assert that she was a girl.
The two men behind me looked like girls as well.
One was blond-haired and blue-eyed, with breasts even larger than the girl with the wooden stick, and a hips and buttocks so feminine and dangerous that she could not be considered a child.
This one had her mouth tied tightly in a knot and was clinging to the girl with the wooden stick like a frightened little animal.
The other girl, with silver hair and purple eyes, was quite small and had only slightly swollen breasts, but she still had a girlish assertiveness in her waist and hips.
It's a good idea to take a look at the actual information on the web.
I'm not a pedophile.
I'm sure I'm not a pedophile.
However, the three girls there were so attractive that even I, who am not a pedophile, could not help but admire them a little.
Their bodies were dirty and their clothes were ragged, but all three of them seemed to have a magical charm that could not be covered up.
But that didn't stop the three of them from being wary of me.
Not only the girl with the wooden stick, but also the two behind her were staring at me, trying not to miss my every move.
Hmm, what should I do?
I'd like them to let their guard down if possible.
Anyway, let's talk to him.
What are you guys doing here? You're not playing hide-and-seek, are you?
I started to ask him.
"What? Are you nuts? Do we look like kids to you? There's no way we'd be doing that at this time of night.
The girl with the wooden stick had a foul mouth.
And she's an old lady.
Well, kids are cute when they're naughty like this.
"Hmm, I see. So you're saying you're running away from home?
As I cut in, the girl with the wooden stick narrowed her eyes sagely.
And then she said.
"This is our home. I don't know if you're a teacher at the Academy for the Brave or what, but if you don't have any business here, get out.
I was surprised.
This is their home. ......?
Where are their parents?
They've been gone for a long time. Our mothers are idiots and scum. She slept with different men here and there, gave birth to a bunch of us, and then died of alcohol poisoning a few years ago.
That's also a very heavy story if it's true.
I thought for a moment that she was calling her parents idiots and jerks, but it's so much more than that.
Also, if I believe her story, the three of them are sisters of different species.
I didn't think so at all because their hair color, eye color, body shape, and facial features are all different.
But that would mean...
"So you guys have been living here alone since your mother died. ......?
"Yeah, that's right. Excuse me?
No, ......, that's rather impressive. I'm impressed.
The girl with the wooden stick looked puzzled when I replied that.
She looked as if she had been told something unexpected.
I've been seeing a lot of rich families in King's Landing lately, so I can't help but marvel at the brilliance of their robust life force.
So far, this story alone has been amazing.
In addition, the girl in question even said something like this.
...... I think you should stay away from us, too. We're cursed.
"Huh, ......? Cursed? What the hell is that?
That's a new one.
The girl continues.
"We don't just have dead mothers. Our fathers are dead too - eaten by monsters, stabbed by street thugs, all kinds of reasons. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but I think it's a good idea. ...... That's why people in this village don't want to come near us.
The girl's confession left me speechless.
What the hell is that? .......
Is there really such a thing as a curse?
Some monsters give bad statuses called "curses," but I've never heard of anything like what you've just described.
However, when five out of five people are dead, including the mother, three fathers, and one other person, it is understandable that you would want to suspect some kind of inevitability rather than coincidence.
I know, but...
"......, you know.
What? What, you still want to see us? I told you, it's better for you if you stay away from us...
No. ...... Who told you they're cursed? Isn't it just a coincidence that these people died?
The girl asked, "What do you mean? The girl tilts her head slightly, as if to say, "What do you mean?
No, I've never heard of such a curse, and I don't believe in it.
When I said that, the girl looked stunned.
The two people behind me did the same.
Then, a little while later, the girl with the wooden stick came to her senses and said to me.
"...... You know what? You're an idiot.
Yeah, I am. I've never seen anyone else like you.
No, in my opinion, it's the people who believe in such superstitions that are stupid enough to put kids like you in this situation.
With that, I walked over to the three girls.
The girls - especially the girl with the wooden stick - flinched, but they didn't attack or run away.
It was just an impulse.
No deeper meaning.
But I felt that someone, an adult, had to affirm their existence.
We can't let these kids deny themselves by telling them to stay away from us because they'll be cursed if they get close to us.
I walked up to the three girls, crouched down a bit, and hugged them all together.
I hugged them as tightly as I could, with the intention that I would take all of you in.
The one who panicked the most was the girl with the wooden stick.
The girl with the wooden stick was the most upset. "What ...... are you doing? You can't ...... do that!
She twisted around in a panic and tried to get out.
But I'm not going to let her get away, so I put my arms around them.
"You're not cursed, a**h*le. I'm gonna take care of you guys. If I don't die, it'll prove you're not cursed, right?
With that, I smiled at the girl with the wooden stick.
Before I'm a teacher at the Academy of the Brave, I'm a teacher, an adult, a human being.
And I intend to be.
Then I shouldn't leave these children alone.
I can't say I'll save them, but I'll at least take care of them.
Just as I was thinking that...
The girl with the wooden stick dropped it from her hand.
The stick rolls to the floor with a thud.
And then, as if a thread of tension had been cut, the girl suddenly showed a childlike expression.
The strength she had been trying to maintain broke down and she showed weakness, and her eyes filled with tears...
I'm sure you're right. ...... I'm sure you're right. ...... I'm sure you're right. ...... I'm sure you're right.
You're right. You can cry all you want in that a**h*le's chest.
Yeah ...... cry ...... ohhh ...... ohhhhhhh!
When the girl with the wooden stick started crying as hard as she could, the remaining two girls also started crying loudly, as if they were infected.
I patted the girls on the back and hugged them and watched over them until they stopped crying.