Chapter 171: Like A Big Sister
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Grandpa showed me the photo album. He cried every time he saw my grandma. I also saw photos of my mom.
There were many photos of mom, from her childhood until she was in high school.
I also saw photos of Lirole. She looked exactly the same as mom.
My mom and Lirole both have ivory colored hair, Lier has the same.
Imagine Das. How would you look if you had the same hair color?
Hmm, not bad, but black is okay.
My LWO avatar is good too. White hair suits me.
I can dye my hair white, but mom will surely kill me.
"Hey"
"Yes, grandpa?"
"You see that bottle? Bring it here"
"That red bottle?"
"No. The small one beside it"
"The blue one?"
"Yeah, bring it here"
I got up and brought the bottle.
"Here" I said, giving him the bottle.
"Open it"
Whoa!
It stinks.
What the hell is this?
The bottle looked so nice that I thought it would be some kind of perfume, but...
"What is this?"
"Drink it"
"Huh?"
"Gulp it down"
"But--"
"Not even a drop should be left"
"...."
I held my breath and drank everything.
What the hell is this?
My throat burns.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Not good"
"It was a deadly poison"
"...."
"If you move, it will spread faster"
"What is the meaning of this?"
"Don't worry, I have the antidote"
"Why did you..."
My body feels so numb.
"We Edens have immunity to all kinds of poison. You must have it too"
"How can you be so sure?"
"In earlier times, when the king had many children from many wives, this is how they decide who will be the new king"
"What if there is more than one who survived?"
"They fight, they duel. They try their best to kill each other, and the one who survives is the new king"
"What if no one survived?"
"That's something that has and will never happen"
"So this is a tradition?"
"Yes"
"I have to say that I am not fond of these traditions"
"Me neither, but we have to follow them"
"So, if I had a brother, I had to fight him?"
"We don't do that in this era"
"How much time will it take?"
"Around three hours"
"So I have to sit here for three hours?"
"There is no way you can move"
"What if my blood is not immune to the poison?"
"I will give you this antidote" he said, showing me the bottle which looked exactly the same from the one I just drank.
"And what happens if I fail?"
"You won't get to be king, or that's how it is supposed to be, but who cares about traditions?"
"I don't"
"Good"
"Did you pass this trial?"
"I did. I still remember how much Layla cried that day"
If Elena was here, she would surely cry too.
Same with Lier and Serah.
"Here" he gave me the bottle and said, "If you can't bear the pain, drink the antidote"
"Hmm"
How do I tell him that I don't feel any pain.
My throat just burned for a while, and my body was numb for a while, but now, I feel good.
I stood up and gave him the bottle.
"How in the world..."
"What are you so surprised about, grandpa? I am your grandson, there is nothing I can't do"
I am pretty sure my system did it.
If Zero hadn't told me about my system, I would have had an exact reaction like grandpa.
"Arthur, you have really grown"
"It's Das"
"Arthur is better"
"Call me Das"
"Whatever"
He always calls me Arthur.
I once asked him why he calls me Arthur. He said that's the name he wanted to give me, but my mom named me Das.
"Daulla!" grandpa yelled.
"Yes, my King?" Daulla said, opening the door.
Don't tell me she was outside the whole time!
"Teach him sword fighting"
"As you wish, my King"
"But grandpa, there is no need--"
"It's an order"
"...."
"You remember your martial arts training, right?"
"Of course I do"
I barely remember the basics.
"Good. You have to learn sword fighting before your coronation, you hear me?"
"Yes, grandpa"
"It's King"
"Yes, my King"
"You can go now"
"Yes, my king"
"Daulla. I leave him in your hands"
"Don't worry, my King. I will give him proper training"
"Don't do something weird"
"You want to go to eternal sleep, my King?"
"No thanks, I am good"
"Let's go, Lil Das"
We left grandpa's room.
"What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing much. He told me how he met grandma, and we saw the photo album"
"So that's why his eyes were wet"
"Must be painful"
Daulla hugged me from behind and said, "Yes, it's too painful. But the most painful thing is to see them die in front of your eyes"
"Dau...lla?"
"It's nothing. Just enjoy my b.r.e.a.s.ts like you always did"
I shrugged her off after hearing that.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Don't do that again"
"You don't like them anymore?"
"It's n-not like that, but just don't do it"
"I see, you got a girlfriend so you don't need me"
"It's not like that"
"Then what's its like?"
Dammit!
Even though she knows it...she wants me to say it.
"I am grown up now, you shouldn't do it"
"I see, you are not interested in my old body"
"I said it's not like that"
"Then what?"
"It's embarrassing"
I could feel my face going red in embarrassment as I said that.
Daulla hugged me again, this time from the front and said, "Your reactions are cute as always"
They are soft.
I want her to hug me for...what the hell am I imagining!
I pushed her away.
I have known her since I was a kid. I have taken baths with her, slept with her, but I never saw her in that way.
I am getting more and more perverted.
I feel so guilty.
She is the same age as my mother. She is like a mother to me.
We were standing on the balcony, enjoying the view and the chilly breeze.
A sudden breeze came from the right side. Daulla's hair waved in the air, some covered her face and some hit me in the face. I could smell the scent of shampoo, and her perfume.
It was a beautiful sight. She really looked dazzling.
Dammit!
No one can ever believe she is the same age as my mother. She looks in her twenties.
I think I will pass the thought of her being like my mother, and settle on big sister.
She is like a big sister to me.
That's right! Only a big sister. Nothing...more.
"You were checking me out, weren't you?"
"I-I wasn't"
"How do I look?"
"I said I wasn't checking on you"
She grabbed my face and said, "Then look at me"
"...."
"I don't think I look ugly. I know I am old, but I don't look like one, do I?"
"You don't"
"Then say it, how do I look?"
"You look good"
"Look me in the eyes and say it"
"You look good"
Dammit!
Why it has to be like this?!
I was staring at her face. My gaze automatically moved at her b.r.e.a.s.ts.
They must be the same size as Serah--huh?
Daulla noticed that I was looking, so she covered her c.h.e.s.t.
What was that?
It was only for a brief moment, but I saw a scar on her...c.h.e.s.t.
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Grandpa showed me the photo album. He cried every time he saw my grandma. I also saw photos of my mom.
There were many photos of mom, from her childhood until she was in high school.
I also saw photos of Lirole. She looked exactly the same as mom.
My mom and Lirole both have ivory colored hair, Lier has the same.
Imagine Das. How would you look if you had the same hair color?
Hmm, not bad, but black is okay.
My LWO avatar is good too. White hair suits me.
I can dye my hair white, but mom will surely kill me.
"Hey"
"Yes, grandpa?"
"You see that bottle? Bring it here"
"That red bottle?"
"No. The small one beside it"
"The blue one?"
"Yeah, bring it here"
I got up and brought the bottle.
"Here" I said, giving him the bottle.
"Open it"
Whoa!
It stinks.
What the hell is this?
The bottle looked so nice that I thought it would be some kind of perfume, but...
"What is this?"
"Drink it"
"Huh?"
"Gulp it down"
"But--"
"Not even a drop should be left"
"...."
I held my breath and drank everything.
What the hell is this?
My throat burns.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Not good"
"It was a deadly poison"
"...."
"If you move, it will spread faster"
"What is the meaning of this?"
"Don't worry, I have the antidote"
"Why did you..."
My body feels so numb.
"We Edens have immunity to all kinds of poison. You must have it too"
"How can you be so sure?"
"In earlier times, when the king had many children from many wives, this is how they decide who will be the new king"
"What if there is more than one who survived?"
"They fight, they duel. They try their best to kill each other, and the one who survives is the new king"
"What if no one survived?"
"That's something that has and will never happen"
"So this is a tradition?"
"Yes"
"I have to say that I am not fond of these traditions"
"Me neither, but we have to follow them"
"So, if I had a brother, I had to fight him?"
"We don't do that in this era"
"How much time will it take?"
"Around three hours"
"So I have to sit here for three hours?"
"There is no way you can move"
"What if my blood is not immune to the poison?"
"I will give you this antidote" he said, showing me the bottle which looked exactly the same from the one I just drank.
"And what happens if I fail?"
"You won't get to be king, or that's how it is supposed to be, but who cares about traditions?"
"I don't"
"Good"
"Did you pass this trial?"
"I did. I still remember how much Layla cried that day"
If Elena was here, she would surely cry too.
Same with Lier and Serah.
"Here" he gave me the bottle and said, "If you can't bear the pain, drink the antidote"
"Hmm"
How do I tell him that I don't feel any pain.
My throat just burned for a while, and my body was numb for a while, but now, I feel good.
I stood up and gave him the bottle.
"How in the world..."
"What are you so surprised about, grandpa? I am your grandson, there is nothing I can't do"
I am pretty sure my system did it.
If Zero hadn't told me about my system, I would have had an exact reaction like grandpa.
"Arthur, you have really grown"
"It's Das"
"Arthur is better"
"Call me Das"
"Whatever"
He always calls me Arthur.
I once asked him why he calls me Arthur. He said that's the name he wanted to give me, but my mom named me Das.
"Daulla!" grandpa yelled.
"Yes, my King?" Daulla said, opening the door.
Don't tell me she was outside the whole time!
"Teach him sword fighting"
"As you wish, my King"
"But grandpa, there is no need--"
"It's an order"
"...."
"You remember your martial arts training, right?"
"Of course I do"
I barely remember the basics.
"Good. You have to learn sword fighting before your coronation, you hear me?"
"Yes, grandpa"
"It's King"
"Yes, my King"
"You can go now"
"Yes, my king"
"Daulla. I leave him in your hands"
"Don't worry, my King. I will give him proper training"
"Don't do something weird"
"You want to go to eternal sleep, my King?"
"No thanks, I am good"
"Let's go, Lil Das"
We left grandpa's room.
"What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing much. He told me how he met grandma, and we saw the photo album"
"So that's why his eyes were wet"
"Must be painful"
Daulla hugged me from behind and said, "Yes, it's too painful. But the most painful thing is to see them die in front of your eyes"
"Dau...lla?"
"It's nothing. Just enjoy my b.r.e.a.s.ts like you always did"
I shrugged her off after hearing that.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Don't do that again"
"You don't like them anymore?"
"It's n-not like that, but just don't do it"
"I see, you got a girlfriend so you don't need me"
"It's not like that"
"Then what's its like?"
Dammit!
Even though she knows it...she wants me to say it.
"I am grown up now, you shouldn't do it"
"I see, you are not interested in my old body"
"I said it's not like that"
"Then what?"
"It's embarrassing"
I could feel my face going red in embarrassment as I said that.
Daulla hugged me again, this time from the front and said, "Your reactions are cute as always"
They are soft.
I want her to hug me for...what the hell am I imagining!
I pushed her away.
I have known her since I was a kid. I have taken baths with her, slept with her, but I never saw her in that way.
I am getting more and more perverted.
I feel so guilty.
She is the same age as my mother. She is like a mother to me.
We were standing on the balcony, enjoying the view and the chilly breeze.
A sudden breeze came from the right side. Daulla's hair waved in the air, some covered her face and some hit me in the face. I could smell the scent of shampoo, and her perfume.
It was a beautiful sight. She really looked dazzling.
Dammit!
No one can ever believe she is the same age as my mother. She looks in her twenties.
I think I will pass the thought of her being like my mother, and settle on big sister.
She is like a big sister to me.
That's right! Only a big sister. Nothing...more.
"You were checking me out, weren't you?"
"I-I wasn't"
"How do I look?"
"I said I wasn't checking on you"
She grabbed my face and said, "Then look at me"
"...."
"I don't think I look ugly. I know I am old, but I don't look like one, do I?"
"You don't"
"Then say it, how do I look?"
"You look good"
"Look me in the eyes and say it"
"You look good"
Dammit!
Why it has to be like this?!
I was staring at her face. My gaze automatically moved at her b.r.e.a.s.ts.
They must be the same size as Serah--huh?
Daulla noticed that I was looking, so she covered her c.h.e.s.t.
What was that?
It was only for a brief moment, but I saw a scar on her...c.h.e.s.t.
Grandpa showed me the photo album. He cried every time he saw my grandma. I also saw photos of my mom. There were many photos of mom, from her childhood until she was in high school. I also saw photos of Lirole. She looked exactly the same as mom. My mom and Lirole both have ivory colored hair, Lier has the same. Imagine Das. How would you look if you had the same hair color? Hmm, not bad, but black is okay. My LWO avatar is good too. White hair suits me. I can dye my hair white, but mom will surely kill me. "Hey" "Yes, grandpa?" "You see that bottle? Bring it here" "That red bottle?" "No. The small one beside it" "The blue one?" "Yeah, bring it here" I got up and brought the bottle. "Here" I said, giving him the bottle. "Open it" Whoa! It stinks. What the hell is this? The bottle looked so nice that I thought it would be some kind of perfume, but... "What is this?" "Drink it" "Huh?" "Gulp it down" "But--" "Not even a drop should be left" "...." I held my breath and drank everything. What the hell is this? My throat burns. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Not good" "It was a deadly poison" "...." "If you move, it will spread faster" "What is the meaning of this?" "Don't worry, I have the antidote" "Why did you..." My body feels so numb. "We Edens have immunity to all kinds of poison. You must have it too" "How can you be so sure?" "In earlier times, when the king had many children from many wives, this is how they decide who will be the new king" "What if there is more than one who survived?" "They fight, they duel. They try their best to kill each other, and the one who survives is the new king" "What if no one survived?" "That's something that has and will never happen" "So this is a tradition?" "Yes" "I have to say that I am not fond of these traditions" "Me neither, but we have to follow them" "So, if I had a brother, I had to fight him?" "We don't do that in this era" "How much time will it take?" "Around three hours" "So I have to sit here for three hours?" "There is no way you can move" "What if my blood is not immune to the poison?" "I will give you this antidote" he said, showing me the bottle which looked exactly the same from the one I just drank. "And what happens if I fail?" "You won't get to be king, or that's how it is supposed to be, but who cares about traditions?" "I don't" "Good" "Did you pass this trial?" "I did. I still remember how much Layla cried that day" If Elena was here, she would surely cry too. Same with Lier and Serah. "Here" he gave me the bottle and said, "If you can'tbear the pain, drink the antidote" "Hmm" How do I tell him that I don't feel any pain. My throat just burned for a while, and my body was numb for a while, but now, I feel good. I stood up and gave him the bottle. "How in the world..." "What are you so surprised about, grandpa? I am your grandson, there is nothing I can't do" I am pretty sure my system did it. If Zero hadn't told me about my system, I would have had an exact reaction like grandpa. "Arthur, you have really grown" "It's Das" "Arthur is better" "Call me Das" "Whatever" He always calls me Arthur. I once asked him why he calls me Arthur. He said that's the name he wanted to give me, but my mom named me Das. "Daulla!" grandpa yelled. "Yes, my King?" Daulla said, opening the door. Don't tell me she was outside the whole time! "Teach him sword fighting" "As you wish, my King" "But grandpa, there is no need--" "It's an order" "...." "You remember your martial arts training, right?" "Of course I do" I barely remember the basics. "Good. You have to learn sword fighting before your coronation, you hear me?" "Yes, grandpa" "It's King" "Yes, my King" "You can go now" "Yes, my king" "Daulla. I leave him in your hands" "Don't worry, my King. I will give him proper training" "Don't do something weird" "You want to go to eternal sleep, my King?" "No thanks, I am good" "Let's go, Lil Das" We left grandpa's room. "What did you two talk about?" "Nothing much. He told me how he met grandma, and we saw the photo album" "So that's why his eyes were wet" "Must be painful" Daulla hugged me from behind and said, "Yes, it's too painful. But the most painful thing is to see them die in front of your eyes" "Dau...lla?" "It's nothing. Just enjoy my b.r.e.a.s.ts like you always did" I shrugged her off after hearing that. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't do that again" "You don't like them anymore?" "It's n-not like that, but just don't do it" "I see, you got a girlfriend so you don't need me" "It's not like that" "Then what's its like?" Dammit! Even though she knows it...she wants me to say it. "I am grown up now, you shouldn't do it" "I see, you are not interested in my old body" "I said it's not like that" "Then what?" "It's embarrassing" I could feel my face going red in embarrassment as I said that. Daulla hugged me again, this time from the front and said, "Your reactions are cute as always" They are soft. I want her to hug me for...what the hell am I imagining! I pushed her away. I have known her since I was a kid. I have taken baths with her, slept with her, but I never saw her in that way. I am getting more and more perverted. I feel so guilty. She is the same age as my mother. She is like a mother to me. We were standing on the balcony, enjoying the view and the chilly breeze. A sudden breeze came from the right side. Daulla's hair waved in the air, some covered her face and some hit me in the face. I could smell the scent of shampoo, and her perfume. It was a beautiful sight. She really looked dazzling. Dammit! No one can ever believe she is the same age as my mother. She looks in her twenties. I think I will pass the thought of her being like my mother, and settle on big sister. She is like a big sister to me. That's right! Only a big sister. Nothing...more. "You were checking me out, weren't you?" "I-I wasn't" "How do I look?" "I said I wasn't checking on you" She grabbed my face and said, "Then look at me" "...." "I don't think I look ugly. I know I am old, but I don't look like one, do I?" "You don't" "Then say it, how do I look?" "You look good" "Look me in the eyes and say it" "You look good" Dammit! Why it has to be like this?! I was staring at her face. My gaze automatically moved at her b.r.e.a.s.ts. They must be the same size as Serah--huh? Daulla noticed that I was looking, so she covered her c.h.e.s.t. What was that? It was only for a brief moment, but I saw a scar on her...c.h.e.s.t.
