The War Began But... Nothing Changed?

About Jorge's strength and power, I only have one thing to say: what the fuck? I mean, I understand his speed. He is small, less mass, less weight. But what about this uncommon strength? He's not even using any kind of energy! He has a magic core, but he hasn't used it for a moment!

If he did, how strong would he be? That's absurd! I asked him to punch me in the back, where my scales are strongest. Although he hesitated, he followed my request. And the result?

Bang!

"What the-"

He ripped the scales off that region! My scales didn't fall off, as usually happens. They shattered! And even though I don't want to admit it, I know that he held back when he hit me. Could the world be more unfair?!

Haaa...

And it hurt like hell... ok, let's go to the next stage of training.

"You did very well, Jorge. You have the strength to defend yourself, and the speed to escape. Now let's see how you do when your movements are sealed."

I could see the gleam in Jorge's eyes when he was praised. I was able to communicate with him and the people around me more easily since I learned this technique yesterday. But I have some doubts that I can't let go of. My mother never taught me this language, so how can I understand and speak it? If it is something inherited at birth, then how can George, who was not born a magical beast, understand what I speak? Things in this world are very mysterious. Maybe even more than in the Immortal World.

In the Immortal World, as long as you are strong enough, knowledge about anything can be obtained. But here, it's as if... something, is trying to prevent curious magical beasts, like me, from being able to obtain knowledge or to get rid of their stupid rules and customs.

Do they think I don't know that they are going to send my mother to this damn war? And it's not because she got involved in the war for the neutral zone, but because she went against the customs of sending me out of her territory after I became a magical beast! How do I know? Well, my mother has a habit of talking in her sleep, so it all depends on how you ask.

Let them think that I'm going to let her go to a war that nobody knows much about. Their forces, their numbers, their assets. This war is suspicious even before it starts, when it starts, everything will be much worse...

I won't be able to count on Lu Bao Shi's miracles, as she is still sleeping after helping me with the bird man case. But that day, I realized that the Dark Dimension has not yet abandoned me. At any other time, this would be terrible news for me. But in the situation I am in now, this is good. I can try to enter the Dark Dimension one more time, train there for a few centuries, and when I come back, it won't even be lunchtime in the Beast World yet.

"Grraaah!"

Jorge's unsatisfied grunt woke me from my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I began to raise my spiritual energy, and soon, dark roots appeared around Jorge, sealing his every move.

"It's okay, Jorge, I believe in you, you can do this!" With a few words of... what's the name? Encouragement? Yes, that's it, I waited for Jorge to do his best to break free.

There was nothing special about these roots, they were just sturdy. They weren't too tight either, they were just to restrict Jorge's movements, and not hurt him.

What I didn't expect, however, was that Jorge began to free himself with relative ease! What the hell, it took me a long time to learn how to produce these roots, but he breaks them off like that? All right, George, let's spice things up! Circulating more spiritual energy, I strengthened the roots, to become more resistant.

Creeeaaak!

Bang!

But still, he made them shatter into countless pieces! That's okay. Apparently, I am the most useless and weakest in my house. The birds, subordinate to my mother, can fly, and one can even transmit what he saw! Jorge, you've got that discomfiting strength. Even that Hellen, can use those runes. I don't even need to mention my mother.

And me? I can use some roots... oh, how cruel the world can be. Tragic, and unfair. The great me, San Meili, reduced to support staff.

As I wallowed in self-pity, my mother arrived with the Eagle-King of the Dark Nightmare, and behind her, was Hellen. I have to admit, if I still had a human body, I would be trying to win her over. With that training armor, she looked amazing!

"Cub, let's get started on the training. Hellen is going to participate with us. But before that, there is something I need to say. The war has started, and you should know that mommy may have to go out on some mission for the matriarch, you will have to be alone."

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Hellen was after the King Eagle of the Dark Nightmare as she entered the clearing. She had her guard up, after all, she had read all about Lady Amanda's species that she could find. She knew that this was one of the worst species among the magical beasts. Their bipolarity and strong emotions were always a risk to them, and to those around them.

And one thing she realized, is that San Meili loves her own mother very much. If someone, with so many emotional problems, received the news that the person he loves most is going into a massive war, and that the chances of returning alive are small, how would that person react?

And just as Hellen thought, it happened. She noticed that Lady Amanda spoke in the most calm and serene tone possible, perhaps knowing how her son would react. Contrary to everyone's thoughts, however, he did not react explosively, as when Lord Flugel got too close. San Meili became incredibly... calm.

No. Calm would not be the right word. He was still trying to reason about what those words meant. He didn't want to accept it. San Meili's spiritual energy began to come out in full force, causing roots and grass to begin to grow around him. His eyes were empty, as if his soul had left his body. Hellen was a little frightened. She preferred that he reacted violently. Vampires also have strong emotions. She always has strong reactions when her mother has to go to war.

She would get angry, sad, indignant, but she never reacted like he did. Unlike before, there was no murderous intent coming out of San Meili, there was no anger, all that could be seen, was his spiritual energy coming out of his body, and his empty eyes looking at nothing.

"Mother... is this really necessary? Maybe... maybe I should kill the entire enemy side of this war? No... that wouldn't make Mother happy. Maybe I should kill the matriarch. Yes, that is the most obvious possible solution."

Everyone shivered upon hearing that statement from San Meili, for there was much more to that statement than one would think at first glance. It was not about whether he had the ability to kill the matriarch. The matriarch would not allow San Meili to live when she knew that a possible threat was living on her land. After all, San Meili would not be weak forever.

"Cub, first, calm down. Let's talk about this later, okay? First, let's talk about a new technique. You always get cheerful when you learn something new, right?" Lady Amanda was still trying to calm him down, as she knew this was going from bad to worse.

With every word Lady Amanda spoke, it seemed that San Meili became more crazed. The surrounding air began to distort, as if the surrounding space was wanting to shatter. Jorge began to try to approach San Meili, to try to calm him down.

"Vampire girl, hold the wooden creature. Don't let him get hurt, that will be worse when my cub regains consciousness of his actions." Lady Amanda spoke, looking at Hellen, rousing her from her previous stupor. Hellen nodded, and ran to Jorge's side, whispering to him to let things settle.

"Mom... I have to kill how many people, so that you can stay with me? Maybe if I destroy the world?" San Meili's voice was getting heavier, and from the distorted air around him, a figure began to appear, as if coming out of his shadow.

"My child, the war may have started, but nothing has changed. I am still your mother, and you are still my son. No one is going to take me away from you. Now come over here. Look at your scales, what happened? Have you been fighting?"

Unconsciously, San Meili began to walk toward Lady Amanda, as her aura calmed down, perhaps out of fear of hurting her mother, even though everyone knew that was impossible. Hellen let go of Jorge, who ran to San Meili, who eventually woke up completely, stooping down and allowing Jorge to climb on his head.

Arriving at his mother's side, San Meili apologized for his bad behavior, and said he would try to behave better. He said all the words he had learned the day before from Mr. Antara.

Everyone seemed to pretend that this never happens, but Hellen still had her back covered with sweat. She couldn't ignore what had happened. But Hellen's eyes were not fearful, but expectant.

'Maybe... just maybe, when he gets more powerful, he can help your mother and father with that matter that has been dragging on for so many years...' Hellen's eyes shone with determination.