The Baby Isn't Yours

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Chapter 97:

Sensing Gaias death, Kalexias eyes turned to the human house.

Following the traces Gaia had left, he searched all the forests he had passed through, where she passed, and found this house; however, there were no more traces of her.

There were also no traces of the human man that his daughter loved.

But there was a faint smell of blood in the house.

The smell of the blood that Gaia must have spilled made him think that something had happened here that had caused her death.

Having sealed the house, Kalexia searched all the countries that the fairy forest reached, looking for a human man.

But since he was a magician, it wasnt easy to find him.

It was unknown if Gaia was killed by a human man or if they died together.

However, he was certain that the human man knew of Gaias death.

Kalexia looked around with dark eyes.

Gaia, created by the power of the Fairy King and the power of the old tree, didnt remember this place. Therefore, of course, she didnt remember how she lived here and how she died. And not only did she not have the memory of the human man she loved, but also the memory of Kalia, the child she had given birth to.

So, although the leads were not enough, Kalexia had to once again investigate the death of his youngest daughter.

Kalia.

If her daughters death had been investigated a little more, she wouldnt have grown up alone.

It didnt matter that she was half human and half fairy, how could they not know about a child of their own blood, growing up in the harsh storm of the outside world.

There was something wrong with Kalia.

The color of the girls soul was somewhat strange.

And, it seems, the same thing happened with Sasha.

The color of their souls couldnt be defined as one specific color.

Sashas colors were even more intricate and colorful than Kalias. However, he was a mysterious and special soul that shone in harmony.

Kalexia recalled talking to them whom he had met in the dimensional rift. They sat in shining armchairs somewhere in the night sky and chatted softly.

Is this the color of your grandsons soul? Interesting.

Hmm, in my old memory, there was a person whose soul color was just as pazzled. However, it was a dirtier color than this one.

Hm? Oh really? Was there such a person?

About 1000 years ago. At a time when the demons were only trying to spread their influence on another world. It was because of the magic spreading at that time that the demons appeared. Around the same time, a child was born among the elves with this color of the soul, embracing the souls of all beings.

Ah, that guy! A human soul sent by God from another world!

Oh! Exactly. At that time, thanks to this extraordinary person, the First Holy Demon War ended very smoothly. Thats it?

Yes. Its that guy. It must have been a mixed blood of an elf and a dragon. Even this elf is of mixed blood with fairies.

I remember that the dragon, who became his father, also hid a mysterious energy.

Right. So his soul color was special. Yes, he looked like this. When different colors intertwine and become one color.

While they were talking, sitting in front of each other and remembering the past, they suddenly shut up.

Looking into each others eyes and frowning, they asked Kalexia.

That human girl of your blood recently gave birth to a baby?

The sound of the whispering diminished, and the eyes of the huge beings focused on him.

Sasha is a very good child.

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It was a vine whose energy he did not feel.

I didnt plant you.

Someone entered the sealed house after him.

Someone entered the place that Kalexia had sealed and planted this vine.

Then who?

At Kalexias words, the cute vine with a small white flower shuddered and exposed its coiled body.

Then a small letter appeared, wrapped in a vine.

This

Kalexia grabbed it from the vine.

His eyes widened as he opened the letter that had been waiting for him for decades and read the words written on it.

[I am a man named Patrick who loved a certain fairy.]

The letter began with these words.

[This letter is the history of the past, which I leave to the grieving family of my precious fairy, my beloved Gaia, who will come to me.]

It was a letter from a man Gaia loved.

* * *

Patrick Attorio was an ordinary person.

Poor mage with some talent for magic, barely making ends meet.

Due to his nature-friendly qualities, he was an insignificant person who knew something about spirits.

If it wasnt for his amazing look.

He lived in a place called Henrio, not far from Loa, and was often invited as a guest magician to perform on festival days in Loa. It was because he had so many fans in the region that he was called the magician of the festival.

It was at this festival that Gaia and Patrick first met.

Patrick, who was running away from the girls chasing him, ended up near the fairy forest, where he met Gaia.

There was no way he could describe this moment.

The day Patrick met Gaia, their eyes met and they told each other their names. The moment when his insignificant soul stumbled upon her and went ran amok, as if finding the meaning of existence. Falling in love was only a matter of time.

They visited each other whenever they had free time, and Patrick didnt return to his village, but lived in an old house in Loa.

Im always afraid, Gaia. Is it really normal that a humble creature like me loves you?

Why are you bad? You can do magic, you have two hands to dig potatoes, and you have the courage to love me. And also you are beautiful.

Ack.

Hearing Gaias last reply, Patrick asked grimly.

Gaia, you dont just like my looks, do you?

God, no. Although your appearance is the most beautiful Oh, Patrick, did you just cry? How sweet. Come here. Ill hug you.

Perhaps all I can do for you is this potato soup and, at best, a tree house.

Hoho, Patrick. I love the potato soup you know how to cook the best and your little house is very cozy.

Gaia.

Patrick, you know I dont need a castle, or a dress, or a lot of land. Just love me with all your heart until the end of your time. Even if you die, I will still love you.

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