It seems that, through the addition of my own skill, the space in the gem was overflowing. According to the Third Generation, after taking in eight skills, the gem evolved into a 【Jewel】.
(TL: Jewel is written as treasure gem)
Until now, it was only a device that allowed one to use skills, but like this, the ability to talk to the gem’s users of the past–my ancestors–emerged, apparently.
(From my point of view, that part’s just a pain, though…)
But the Jewel wasn’t complete. My conversations with the ancestors and the use of skills naturally needed some sort of fuel.
For that, it began to use my magic.
(The reason my fatigue won’t wear away lately is because I’m on a journey I’m not used to, and because of the Jewel.)
Meaning the reason I get tired so easily is because the ancestors keep flapping their mouths and draining my energy. If you pile up garbage, it may become a mountain.
(TL: A proverb meaning the little things add up)
“Lyle-sama, how does this place look? Both the price and facilities are relatively good.”
Novem had picked out an inn, so I decided to obey her choice. And wait, I have no idea how to compare them in the first place. All of them look the same to me.
“It would be nice if there was a bath.”
“I’m sorry. This one is also the type where you borrow water in a bucket.”
As Novem gave an apologetic face, the Fourth Generation snapped.
『There you go again with your heedless luxuries!』
(Please stop. When you shout that loud, I can practically feel my magic draining out.)
The feeling of having your Mana drained out arbitrarily by others was truly a detestable one. It’s tough on both my body and mind.
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When I fell asleep at the inn, I found myself in the same room as before.
The room I saw when I was called into the Jewel was something like an artificially manufactured image.
It was the room I used to talk with my predecessors, but at the same time, it felt like I was watching a dream.
They were usually carrying out noisy debates, but today, it seemed they have something important to say.
『I did some thinking on my own, and the truth is, there’s something that came to mind, but…』
As the first was saying something along those lines, the second cut him off.
Having his opinion being blatantly denied, the savage styled First Generation was pissed off.
『More importantly, shouldn’t we decide some rules about our conversations? At this rate, Lyle looks like he’s going to drop dead, you know.』
Perhaps because he was worried about my Mana, the Second’s opinion was welcomed by my grandfather.
『You all are too lively! What do you plan on doing if my grandson collapses!?』
Apparently, the ancestors were memories recorded within the Jewel, and the very representation of the skills in it. It wasn’t that a part of their souls were left behind or anything.
They were already long dead.
But as recordings, and as skills, they remained in the Jewel. They maintained the form they had in their primes during life, and their personalities were also reflected, so they were pretty much no different from when they were alive, or something like that.
There, the Third Generation spoke.
『We should decide a facilitator. Max, you do it.』
As no one else wanted to do it, the remaining members voiced their approval.
『No objections. Have at it.』
『I think that sounds fine.』
『Right.』
『W-why are you guys pushing everything onto me!?』
It seems that, through the addition of my own skill, the space in the gem was overflowing. According to the Third Generation, after taking in eight skills, the gem evolved into a 【Jewel】.(TL: Jewel is written as treasure gem)Until now, it was only a device that allowed one to use skills, but like this, the ability to talk to the gem’s users of the past–my ancestors–emerged, apparently.(From my point of view, that part’s just a pain, though…)But the Jewel wasn’t complete. My conversations with the ancestors and the use of skills naturally needed some sort of fuel.For that, it began to use my magic.(The reason my fatigue won’t wear away lately is because I’m on a journey I’m not used to, and because of the Jewel.)Meaning the reason I get tired so easily is because the ancestors keep flapping their mouths and draining my energy. If you pile up garbage, it may become a mountain.(TL: A proverb meaning the little things add up)“Lyle-sama, how does this place look? Both the price and facilities are relatively good.”Novem had picked out an inn, so I decided to obey her choice. And wait, I have no idea how to compare them in the first place. All of them look the same to me.“It would be nice if there was a bath.”“I’m sorry. This one is also the type where you borrow water in a bucket.”As Novem gave an apologetic face, the Fourth Generation snapped.『There you go again with your heedless luxuries!』(Please stop. When you shout that loud, I can practically feel my magic draining out.)The feeling of having your Mana drained out arbitrarily by others was truly a detestable one. It’s tough on both my body and mind.–––When I fell asleep at the inn, I found myself in the same room as before.The room I saw when I was called into the Jewel was something like an artificially manufactured image.It was the room I used to talk with my predecessors, but at the same time, it felt like I was watching a dream.They were usually carrying out noisy debates, but today, it seemed they have something important to say.『I did some thinking on my own, and the truth is, there’s something that came to mind, but…』As the first was saying something along those lines, the second cut him off.Having his opinion being blatantly denied, the savage styled First Generation was pissed off.『More importantly, shouldn’t we decide some rules about our conversations? At this rate, Lyle looks like he’s going to drop dead, you know.』Perhaps because he was worried about my Mana, the Second’s opinion was welcomed by my grandfather.『You all are too lively! What do you plan on doing if my grandson collapses!?』Apparently, the ancestors were memories recorded within the Jewel, and the very representation of the skills in it. It wasn’t that a part of their souls were left behind or anything.They were already long dead.But as recordings, and as skills, they remained in the Jewel. They maintained the form they had in their primes during life, and their personalities were also reflected, so they were pretty much no different from when they were alive, or something like that.There, the Third Generation spoke.『We should decide a facilitator. Max, you do it.』As no one else wanted to do it, the remaining members voiced their approval.『No objections. Have at it.』『I think that sounds fine.』『Right.』『W-why are you guys pushing everything onto me!?』
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