CH 11: THE CURSE
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'So basically my father was the stereotypical archetype of the main character in Japanese Isekai Novels.'

 

He knew that the story couldn't be that simple and that there were still many little things, crucial secrets he wasn't told but frankly, it didn't matter. 

 

"Master, what do you think I should do?" 

 

Yes, this was the crux of the matter. When you don't understand, simply ask someone who understands to explain. 

 

Sol always lived by this rule. Be it in this world or in the previous one. 

 

Edea, hearing his question simply smiled as she said, 

 

"Sol, I was observing your conversation with little Lilith and she was right about something. Your life is destined to be one full of pressure. You will most likely never be praised for your success since it will be expected from you and your failure will only make you a laughingstock even if it isn't a great failure. This is your reality. This is your truth. But…So what?"

 

Sol could feel the deep feeling of utter disdain contained within each of her words, 

 

"Sol, you aren't Jupiter nor are you Mars. You are you. You are Sol. So what does it matter if the masses never praise you? As long as your loved ones do so, it will be enough. So what does it matter if the world shuns you at the slightest failure? As long as you get up and continue to fight you will be alright.

 

"You will be destined to greatness, of that, I have no doubt. Do not let common sense bind you. Being the king? Saving the world? This is good. Extremely good even. But what does it matter in the end? Riches and honor are nothing more than ephemeral clouds in front of the power of time. What matters is how happy you are. And how can you obtain more happiness?"

 

"By striving to become a little better every day."

 

"Umu, this is my little boy. Do not compare yourself to others. Your goal shouldn't be to become better than someone else. This kind of goal is simply too sad. A power that can only be said to be strong when compared to someone else is meaningless. What you ought to strive for should be self-improvement. Do everything in your power so that the you of today is better than the you of yesterday."

 

Finishing her monologue, she waved her hand and a book appeared in front of her. Like the door, the cover of the book was also illustrated by the motif of a snake eating its tail. 

 

"This book is as old as me. It was gifted by my teacher a long time ago when I and my sisters went under her apprenticeship. We began to be called the five directions as we were the first five witches. The Witches of the Beginning" 

 

She said with a sad melancholic smile. 

 

"Time, Space, Destruction, and Life. West, East, South, and North."

 

Four witches, four directions. 

 

But, Sol couldn't help but frown. What about the fifth? 

 

"Origin."

 

As if already aware of his silent question she answered.

 

"Origin. My teacher, the central direction. This is her power. Simply put. She is the one who developed the initial form of all the magic we knew. That isn't all. All witches have a grimoire bound to them where their spells are automatically noted. All those grimoires are also bound to the grimoire of my teacher."

 

"That-!!"

 

"Yes. My master's power knows no limits. As long as the witches continue to grow stronger she will be the same. Sol, My master is a true monster, a being who defies all logic... Like your father. You may wonder why I spoke about all that. It's simple. Your father isn't the sole monster to have existed. Before him, monsters defying all logic existed and even after him those beings will still exist."

 

A teasing smile formed on her face as she uttered her following words, 

 

"Sol. Are you interested in becoming a monster like them?" 

 

Sol simply smiled gently as a response. Some words once said were only cheapened. Sometimes, the silence was the best answer. He didn't wish to live under the shadow of his family all his life. He wanted to be his person and create his future. 

 

"Fufufu~! Now that the pep talk is finished let's go back to more pressing matters... Your awakening. Sol, give me a summary of what you know about the awakening."

 

Sol slowly stirred his tea with his spoon as he mulled over his thoughts before finally answering,

 

"Humans are the sole race of this world unable to use mana from birth and also the sole race unable to use magic naturally. This situation can only be redeemed once they reach their fifteenth birthday and go through a ritual which is collectively called as the Awakening. From that moment they can use mana. But only mana. Not magic."

 

"What is the difference between mana and magic?" 

 

"If I had to make a simple analogy, mana is a source of energy and magic is one of the results of the manipulation and transformation of said source of energy. Once humans awaken, they can only use mana in its raw form."

 

"But…?"

 

"But, there's a way to circumvent this situation. The contract. Also called the pledge. Once humans awaken, their talent is calculated based on two measurements. Firstly the amount of mana they hold, and secondly their capacity."

 

"Be more precise."

 

"The Capacity is simply a measuring stick for how many contracts one can make. The higher the capacity the better it is for the wielder. Humans can make a pledge with any beings outside of their race and gain some of the abilities of the individual they pledge with. If they are lucky, they can even get the ability to use the element of the one they contracted with."

 

Edea nodded with a smile. It was the basis of the world. Contract. The only way for humans to gain true power. Of course, it wasn't impossible to become absurdly strong without a contract but it was without a doubt much much harder. 

 

"How do you know how much capacity is needed for one contract?" she asked idly. 

 

"Quality. If humans are judged by their mana and capacity. Then the other races are judged by their mana and their quality. The quality ranges from E to S with the capacity required increasing greatly with each increase in class. One needs only a capacity of ten to contract with an E class but they need a capacity of 100 to contract with an S class individual."

 

"What is the probability for one to be born with 10 points in capacity?" 

 

"10%"

 

"What about being born with 100 points?" 

 

"0.0001%"

 

Even as he said those words he couldn't help but shudder at their implications. Even the worst of the worst capacity could only be obtained by 1 out of 10 people. As for S class? Only 1 out of 1000000 could hope to be born with such capacity. 

 

"Exactly. Sol, you must understand. This world is unfair. One's hard work is without a doubt important. But the blessings one receives at birth are even more so. Take me for example. I was born with a capacity of 5. Barely enough to make a contract with an E–  class being. Then, why am I so powerful?"

 

"Because you are a witch."

 

"What is a witch?" 

 

"The witches are beings also known as the wives of Asmodeus. The divine beast of Luxuria. Divine beasts and goddesses can make contracts irrelevant to their capacity. But between all the fifteen divine beasts, only Asmodeus was given the right to contract with a large number of humans."

 

"Continue"

 

"A contract with Asmodeus allows humans to use magic but they have to pay certain prices. The first being the curse of eternal youth. Even until their death. A normal witch will never look older than a prepubescent girl. The second being the curse of love. All their relationships are doomed to fail one way or another. The third one… "

 

He fidgeted a little after reaching here. He knew that the first curse wasn't really a curse as it didn't bother most witches. The second one was a little harsh, but then again it was an acceptable price but the third one, 

 

"Do not hesitate. Go on."

 

"The third curse is the curse of infertility. A witch's body is cursed to never be able to give birth."

 

"Yes." A sad melancholic smile, full of loneliness formed on Edea's face as she painfully acknowledged his words.

 

"Asmodeus is a wicked being. Each of those curses when taken alone isn’t a big deal. But when taken together? It's like saying, *Since you wish for power. I will give it to you. But in exchange, I curse you to live an eternal miserable life full of absolute solitude. You will never be able to love and you will never be loved in return.*"

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