assistirfilmes Chapter 80 Everything Was Manufactured Fake (2)
Chapter 80 Everything Was Manufactured Fake (2)
The next heir of House Baraha who had failed to receive Bize's choice.
Given the circumstances, it could only be him.
Of course, he didn't show that he had realized this.
There must be reasons the next head of a major house wouldn't want others to know about him wandering alone.
Then, Solif held up ten fingers toward Turan.
"Ten times."
"What?"
"I'll pay ten times what you paid for her. How about it?"
"Not even for a hundred times. Besides, Bize wouldn't want that."
Seeing Bize vigorously nodding while leaning against Turan's side, Solif sighed.
"So that's how it is. Damn, what exactly am I lacking?"
That was something Turan was very curious about as well.
Since Meisa had also been qualified, it clearly wasn't a condition specific to Turan alone, yet even Bize could only explain it as a "feeling."
Anyway, though Solif's expression showed lingering disappointment and attachment as he looked at Bize, he didn't push further.
This was truly fortunate.
If he had tried to take her by force, Turan might have had to kill the Baraha heir.
'But I don't really understand why he's so fixated on Bize.'
Though she was Turan's most precious family member, objectively speaking, while Bize was useful, she could hardly be considered a particularly powerful Masu.
Though intelligent, she had no abilities like breathing fire, shooting lightning, or creating invisible blades.
Surely as the Baraha heir, he could obtain far more powerful Masu with his power and wealth.
As he pondered this question, Solif suddenly pointed toward the burned corpses of the sailors and spoke.
"So, what did you want to ask them about? If I know, I can answer instead. I've been around this area for quite a while."
"I'm looking for where saltpeter comes from."
"Saltpeter? That white stone?"
"Right."
"That stuff comes from near my homeland too, but if you believe those rumors about the elixir of immortality, they're false. It's just used for coloring preserved meat."
"I know. I just have my own use for it."
Though one thought did occur while listening...
'Somehow it seems like the journey itself is more the main goal than finding clues about the god?'
While he was thinking this privately, Solif grumbled.
"But lately the atmosphere has been really bad. There are few sailors with conscience, they're all trash like those guys earlier. I must have killed several hundred such pirates or thugs or whatever they are in the past few months."
"That must have greatly contributed to maintaining order in the South Sea."
Even if pirates infested the seas, they surely didn't number in the hundreds of thousands or millions - even assuming ten thousand, one in every few dozen had died by Solif's hand.
"Well, I guess I'm doing vigilante work on the side. House Labitas and other houses probably wouldn't like it... but what they don't know won't hurt them, right?"
"Doesn't your house say anything about you wandering around like this?"
"Of course I ran away. You probably know roughly where I'm from, but please don't tell my home that I'm here. I'll take revenge later. Consider yourself warned."
Running away - it sounded incredibly immature coming from a man who must be at least twenty to forty years old.
Sensing Turan's gaze, Solif gave a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"Don't look at me like that. I didn't just leave because I felt stifled, this is a journey to find myself."
"From what I can see, you're right here in front of me."
"No, that's not what I mean... Look at me. A perfect face, outstanding talent, born into a great house - I'm living a life of the chosen, right?"
"Uh..."
While wizards tend to have better looks than commoners due to magic's influence giving them straight postures and clear skin, Solif clearly didn't have what would be considered a handsome face.
As Turan fumbled for a response to this awkward statement, Solif seemed to take it as agreement and continued on his own.
"But as I lived, I suddenly had this thought. That I wasn't truly myself, but rather a manufactured being."
"Manufactured?"
"Yes. I was strictly educated from childhood. You must behave this way, you must not do that... My personality, abilities, even small habits and ways of speaking - everything."
"That's-"
Though a bit extreme, it didn't seem particularly special.
Don't nobles raise their daughters this way to send them as concubines, and even wealthy merchants raise their children similarly?
Seeming to guess what words Turan had swallowed, Solif shook his head.
"Right, that level of thinking would be normal for any child from a wealthy family. But our house isn't at that level."
"Then?"
"From interactions with others to challenges and achievements, even to what I become interested in and immerse myself in - everything was manufactured fake. It felt like someone was looking down from above, delicately sculpting me..."