Chapter 17: Chapter 17 – The Great Old Ones

Hey, Cthylla. This bitch seems to know you.

After punching Sylvana’s face, Morgan rubbed her fist while gently blowing it from time to time.

And thanks to that, I wasted my time.

[... I don’t even know myself. Why don’t you ask her directly?]

Hearing Cthylla’s half-assed response, Morgan grunted and turned her gaze at Sylvana, who was at that time still laying upside down with her face touching the ground helplessly. Her genitals and butthole were clearly visible to Morgan’s eyes and it made Morgan turn her face away. The fact that Sylvana’s things, along with the bump in her stomach, were openly visible reminded Morgan of her own conviction. She began to feel a little guilty for punching Sylvana in the face.

“Uuuuuuuu…”

Sylvana raised her body slowly using her trembling hands as the support and started to rub her face again. Morgan then approached Sylvana from behind and with no regards asked a question.

“Hey, elf girl. What did you say earlier? Something about the great oldies?”

“The Great Old Ones!”

Sylvana quickly turned her head in response to Morgan’s words. Her eyes that were supposed to be dead-fish-like were burning with passion, as she somehow regained the life in her eyes. Seeing Sylvana’s complexion had changed drastically, Morgan stuttered.

“O-Okay, the Great Old Ones. Who are they?”

Morgan was genuinely clueless. On the other hand, feeling that it was really strange, Sylvana only made a perplexed face after hearing Morgan’s question.

“You… Are you seriously asking me that?”

Morgan started to feel a little bit irritated.

“What? If you don’t want to answer, I’ll tie you up on a tree and leave you outside till you die of hypothermia.”

“You’re so cruel!”

Sylvana screamed and took a deep breath before continuing to her words.

“Alright! Listen, this is purely a legend from my hometown and I never expected to see one with my own eyes.”

“... Okay?”

“The Great Old Ones refer to entities possessing enormous power equal to that of Gods and Goddesses. While Gods and Goddesses maintain the balance between this world and other realms, the Great Old Ones don’t. It is said that the Great Old Ones even waged war on the Gods a millennia ago since both sides had their own ideology and perception."

Sylvana stood up slowly as she kept telling the story.

"It was the Great Old Ones' utter defeat, at least that's what was stated in the old textbook, but I personally think that it wasn't the case since I clearly sensed one of them inside of you."

"..."

"In other words, they somehow managed to survive, at least one of the Great Old Ones did. And as for their goals, I'm not really sure but it seems that they're purely chasing their own curiosity and always do whatever they want, which for us, mortals, may seem whimsical and unbelievably selfish.”

Is that true, Cthylla?

[Well, in a way, that’s the correct way to describe us.]

I really thought that only gods are whimsical… To think that you’re also like that…

[Hey, didn’t I tell you not to lump me together with them?]

Seeing that Morgan was somewhat listening to her, Sylvana told more of her story.

“Basically, there are countless entities that can be called the Great Old Ones. But some of them are really different in nature. Mainly, most of them are interested in playing Gods and Goddesses, waging wars on each other, possessing mortals’ bodies, and calling themselves vessels. But for the rest…”

Just the same as your parents a few days ago, right, Cthylla?

[Oh, shut up.]

Sylvana gulped her saliva and spoke in a soft tone after.

“They are interested only in chaos and disorder. Especially…”

Sylvana stopped her mouth all of sudden while her complexion turned pale, and after seeing that, Morgan raised her eyebrows and asked.

“Especially what? Hey, what happened?”

“N-Nothing… I just suddenly feel like being watched by someone…”

Sylvana was sweating cold while turning her head left and right in panic. Morgan could only think of one thing when she saw Sylvana being like that.

Cthylla, is this your doing?

[... Why are you always pointing at me whenever something doesn’t feel right for you? I didn’t even do anything…]

Sorry, then.

[... Why do I feel like being lied to?]

With a seemingly dejected tone, Cthylla replied with a question to herself. Meanwhile, Sylvana was gradually calming herself down and once she thought she was calm enough, she opened her mouth again.

“I’m sorry, let me continue.”

Without giving Sylvana a proper answer, Morgan only nodded and crossed her arms, covering a portion of her still growing breasts.

“The one, or rather, the only one that’s specifically interested in chaos, disorder, and pure evil is the youngest one…”

Sylvana took a deep breath as her face grew dim.

“She’s mostly known as the Secret Daughter in our legends, namely Cthylla.”

[... Geez, this elf girl. Although I’ve been holding on from exposing myself in front of you…”

Hearing Cthylla’s response in her head, Morgan closed her eyelids shut and questioned.

As I’d thought, this bitch’s been talking about you. Actually, how old are you to even appear in elven’s legends?

[Dunno. I’m not even sure myself. But one thing for sure, I was in the neighboring universe when this one was created, seeing process by process with my eyes.]

… You damn monster…

Morgan could only snort as she began to gain the understanding of what kind of an entity she had been talking with, albeit just a speck of it. Sylvana, on the other hand, grew suspicious of Morgan, as she was really calm when Sylvana told her a story that should fear most sapient beings, at the very least, that was the common sense in that world. Sylvana’s suspicion only grew stronger over time, and in the end, she couldn’t hold herself and raised a question.

“How are you so calm? Don’t tell me you’re actually able to communicate with her!?”

“...”

Morgan only glanced at Sylvana sharply, indicating that Sylvana had stepped on an invisible mine she must’ve avoided.

[KILL HER… IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE…]

An ominous killing intent could be felt oozing out from Cthylla’s words. Instead of being afraid of her, Morgan calmly replied.

Let’s just wait for a bit…

[... Are you being serious!? This elf girl clearly knows me and my origins! Even much more than you!]

I don’t see any particular problems with that. That just raises her value to me.

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Responding to Cthylla’s screams, Morgan brushed Cthylla’s worries off nonchalantly. Even Cthylla, at that time, still didn’t quite get the idea as to why Morgan behaved that way. The only thing Cthylla could do was…

[Tsk.]

Click her tongue in displease.

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“Ugh… I can’t believe I came back to this place…”

Sylvana, the elf girl, was hiding behind a bush. Behind her, Morgan was rustling around in search for her clothes she had left a while ago. About 20 meters in front of them, a small village could be seen bustling with small humanoid creatures.

“These little bastards…”

Sylvana gritted her teeth while making a scary face. She felt the anger and anguish she had to endure when held captive by the goblins and made into a child making machine. She then glanced at Morgan who was still fumbling around looking for her clothes.

“What are you doing? Aren’t we here to exact your revenge?”

“Shut up. My clothes came first…”

“Who cares about clothes!? With that power of yours you should be able to kill everything easily!”

“Shut the hell up, girl. I’m only bringing you along since I thought you’d be somewhat useful, so quit yapping and just wait there obediently.”

"..."

Seeing that Sylvana was at loss for words, Morgan quickly returned to her search, until she heard a soft whisper coming from Sylvana's direction.

"... Why do I feel like talking to a stubborn old man instead of a young girl?"

Morgan didn't respond to it and just continued fumbling around.

[You still don't want to kill her even after hearing that? What are you planning, actually?]

Just wait and see, Cthylla. Let me do this my way…

[Tsk. Alright, alright. I'll stop talking for now.]

Cthylla let out her agreement heavy-heartedly.

[And if something bad happens, don't come crawling back to me.]

"Hmph."

Meanwhile, Sylvana, who was at that time observing and staring at Morgan, began to grasp things little by little. From time to time, Sylvana spotted Morgan's complexion changing rather quickly, indicating that Morgan was presumably listening to something only she could hear.

"..."

Sylvana continued on observing every movement of Morgan, who was probably clueless that she was being watched. But it wasn't actually the case.

As I thought, this elf girl has perceptive eyes… Along with her bright mind, she may become much more useful if kept alive…

[As you thought, huh…]

As manipulative as she could be, Morgan grinned at the thoughts of letting Sylvana live and make use of her as a tool. Her grin came to a cease when her hand made contact with something like cloth beneath one of the bushes.

"Oh, here it is."

She pulled her hands and shook off her clothes to clean it from the dirt. She then swiftly wore everything while sometimes shivering.

"Hey, is there something I can also wear?"

With puppy-like eyes begging for something, Sylvana who had been observing Morgan all that time made a pitiful face while wrapping her arms around her naked body.

“Acting pitiful won’t save your sorry ass, girl. Why don’t you use your magic to create clothes or something?"

“As if magic could be used that way!?”

“So you can’t?”

“Of course I can’t! Who do you think I am? A God?”

“A baggage.”

With a straight face, Morgan said the normally unspeakable thing casually, rendering Sylvana gaping her mouth open.

[Morgan…]

I know, I know… I’m wasting too much time here… Wait, I think I still have my spare underwear…

Immediately, Morgan reached for her pocket and pulled out a simple white underwear. She then threw it to Sylvana who was still leaving her mouth open for almost 30 seconds.

“Wear that. It’s better than nothing.”

“... Only… this?”

Ignoring Sylvana’s dubious response, Morgan stood up and looked around. She then spotted the hole in the wall she had used to sneak into the village before and spoke to Sylvana.

“We’ll wait here until night and prepare for an ambush.”

Confidently, Morgan proposed her idea which then got denied by Sylvana.

“No, that’s a bad idea.”

“... Why?”

Sylvana heaved a sigh and replied.

“I don’t know how you’re this clueless despite being an adventurer but let me tell you something about goblins. Something like basic knowledge when you’re hunting goblins, to be more specific.”

Without looking at Morgan who tilted her head slightly, Sylvana continued to mutter on her own as she began to wear the underwear from toes to thighs slowly.

“Hrmm! It’s cold!”

Seeing Sylvana drowning in her own world, Morgan threw a sharp glance at her for not continuing the explanation. Sylvana, on the other hand, was perplexed as to why she was being stared at deeply.

“Hey, I’m still all ears waiting for your explanation.”

“Huh? You were actually listening?”

Morgan only nodded as she began to feel irritated and it was clearly reflected in her discontent eyes. She even clenched her fists but deep down inside, she knew she shouldn’t get rid of Sylvana carelessly as Sylvana might have the information she would need in the near future.

“Alright. Where was I at? Oh! About goblins, right?”

“... Yes.”

“They’re nocturnal.”

Hearing that, Morgan could only widen her eyes in surprise.

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