Shoujo Hater

Chapter 85 - 79: Luis Hermes, the Orpheus Magician of the Knowledge Path

Inside the magic world.In a massive library surrounded by books too numerous to count, it resembled a vast labyrinth, seeming to grow larger day by day.

There was a young teen boy, 14 years old, sitting on a pyramid of books.

Reading. He was inside one of the book labyrinths.

Well, for whoever is wondering how I ended up here!

I think we need to go back 13 years to tell that story.

All I remember is that I was a small child who knew nothing. All I saw was that I had been left in a river, and the water began to carry me away.

Well, I don’t truly remember if it was a river or a sea, but I am certain of one thing.

Because there was only one scene carved into my memory since then.

This, I believe, is all I can remember from my childhood. But I am certain I remember its details, detail by detail, as if it were a fabric of memories upon which my life was built.

That is because I was sharp-minded, or perhaps my mind sought something to hold onto life with at that moment.

But I don’t know whether this fabric is woven from threads of hatred or threads of acceptance and coming to terms with reality.

All I remember is that I was left in the night, swimming in a river of darkness and shadows of knights.

I think I was two years old at the time.

Yes, you will say: how can a child remember all of this at the age of two?

I don’t know either. Perhaps I was born with a photographic memory.

That memory always begins with the words of that woman who was supposed to be my mother, but fate saw fit to sever my connection to her.

I remember she said to me: "I am sorry, my son."

You know that excuse every pathetic mother uses, always trying to defend herself in some pathetic way.

You know how she continued her half-baked excuse.

It went like this:

"But I can no longer bear responsibility for you. I was asked to give you up so that the Duke would marry me, because they do not want a mark of shame."

"He truly stood up to his parents for my sake, and they asked him to be rid of a child in order to accept me as his second wife."

"And you know, your mother, after your father died, came to hate the life of poverty we lived."

"So you must understand your mother’s decision. I will not sacrifice a better life and love for my sake for your sake."

"I am sorry, my son."

Then she left me with the river, the night, and the darkness, carrying me into a current of oblivion that severed our bond.

You would ask me why she hadn’t sent me to an orphanage.

That question you should ask her, not me.

But according to my current knowledge, I heard there was a system in developed villages and cities, recommended by the last queen and eventually enforced, which could assign you an identification to enter any place, and its reach extended even to nobles.

So my smart assumption is that she did exactly that, because it would have been a scandal if they had found me in the same village or city where that woman lived.

And so I began to drift.

And all I remember from that point is this:

I began to cry. Yes, I began to cry because I realized what was happening around me. My mother had abandoned me so easily.

I truly do not know what I felt in that moment.

But I know one thing only, and my crying stopped. I saw a white star shining in the middle of the night’s darkness. It stopped my crying as if consoling a child, and I began to crawl upward to reach it.

Yes!

Yes.

That disgusting woman was my mother.

No. She is no longer that.

Because I refuse to let someone like her have any connection to me.

After hours and hours of my basket floating into the unknown, the current began to pick up speed rapidly.

I remember that moment. There was a massive waterfall beneath me. I remember its sound.

Yes. I was sensing the energy of everything around me. I didn’t truly know why at the time.

But now I can say that I had a high energy sensitivity.

That is why I perceived the presence of that waterfall.

I tried instinctively to roll out of the basket on the river.

Until fate mocked me with a strong wind that swept me out of the basket at the last moment.

"Then came the sound of its crash."

"And so, boom!

The basket fell to the ground.

I was supposed to cry or scream.

But that star above made me smile more and more."

Maybe it protected me from the crash of my downfall.

And so the little baby of one year had begun his story.

I began to crawl, trying to walk.

Stand and fall.

Stand and fall again.

Until I was covered in mud.

If you think that is the worst, I would say no, because the white star disappeared into the sky and I began to cry again.

I don’t know why nothing attacked me that night. I think I discovered the reason 10 years later.

It was because of this labyrinth I am in now.

Yes. That golden light that appeared before me was a glimmer of hope in that moment.

I began to stand and run after it as it disappeared.

Trying to catch it with my life on the line, so darkness would not consume me.

Until it led me to a cave, and I began to run until I fell into a pit.

Which began to widen, one pit leading to another.

It was as if I was bypassing many reality gates by luck and instinct.

Until I fell onto a pile of books.

And tumbled and collided with a massive black creature that was reading a book. There are no words that could describe her shape. She was beautiful and terrifying, unlike anything I had ever seen before.

And when I thought that, like any child, I would cry, what happened was the opposite.

I was startled by that enormous beast.

But suddenly I felt like I had found something lost from me.

I found a mother.

I found a heart.

I found love.

And on baby instinct, I did the strangest thing ever done against a monster.

Yes, I hugged that monster. I was hugging her as my tears and snot mixed together in her fur.

As I sobbed desperately, trying to protect my life with that pathetic pose.

I wanted to live more. I didn’t want to die.

I didn’t know why I was hugging her or why she didn’t eat me.

But I know one thing.

She became my mother.

Yes. That was my mother.

And she is the best mother in the universe and the world.

And the person I am ready to fight the whole world for.

As the stories go, there are so many monsters in this world, and all of them are humans.

Ok, I take my word back.

Aaah!!!

The sound of something hitting Luis on the head.

The story had been interrupted.

He fell from the large stack of books, his baggy sleeves giving him a cute look and his small fang poking out as he clutched his head from the hit.

"Have you finished cleaning the books?"

"No, Mother."

"I was telling the story of how good you are to me, but you ruined everything."

"Stop talking to yourself like a crazy person. And don’t dodge your chores, my child."

"You should finish cleaning and passing the Knowledge Library Labyrinth. Today is your final trial."

See you later in my story, dear reader. The Archive Grimoire Magician.

Luis Hermes.

Oh. I forgot something.

My mum picked that name.

Isn’t it nice?

She picked it based on the story of a very admirable man.

He was known as Merlin Hermes.

So be ready to follow up my future legends.

The Orpheus Magician and the Symphonic Knowledge Pather.

And one of the biggest fans of Lin Noctarine, Veylith and Eryndor is among their greatest fans.

Since this is the first time you are all properly meeting me, I didn’t want it to be a sad meeting.

So I decided to cut my bad story short.

You already know me. I was there in some of the Chapters. I was one of the few who was giving you information and explaining many

things, dear readers.

I am one of few who has access to the "Reader’s Archives."

Bye......bye

Oh, I forgot to ask you a good question, my reader.

If monsters are created by

suffering........ then what created humans?