Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 11 (Part 2):

Helmut was overwhelmed by Noho’s magic, not to mention confronting him. He couldn’t bear the feeling of powerlessness. Helmut clenched his fist as if to crumble.

“Can I be as strong as Darien?”

At the sudden question, Elaga chuckled right away. There was not a hint of affection.

-You?

“Why, you don’t think I can?”

It was a serious question. Elaga also became serious.

-Do you have any idea how many years it took for a human to build such strength?

“I can spend that much time too.”

-Then you might die of old age before you leave the forest.

“Does it take that long? Is Darien that strong?”

-Some humans can’t reach that level no matter how hard they try in their lifetime.

It wasn’t a mere guess. It was an instinctive recognition. An ordinary human could never become like Darien. To surpass the realm of humans, something beyond effort was necessary. Helmut frowned.

“So you’re saying I can’t do it?”

-Depends on what you do?

Helmut might possess that something.

First of all, the seed of darkness gives humans a power not originally human.

The seed of darkness that brought Helmut to this forest of Roots will give him more power as it grows.

Helmut, who survived against numerous odds of death, had an extraordinary luck. If Darien could teach him, then Helmut might have some talent.

In that case, maybe.

Elaga held back her words.

-Do your best in that thing called training.

Whether she hoped for him to be the only exception to escape the Forest of Roots or not, Helmut couldn’t tell.

If he leaves, it might feel a bit lonely.

But the Forest of Roots was the territory of monsters. Even if he had the seed of darkness, it wasn’t a suitable place for humans to root and live, considering the atmosphere and environment.

Just as conifers grow in cold places and deciduous trees grow in warm places, humans are meant to live in the human world.

‘Since I’ve raised him, it’s better if he lives longer.’

-He’s coming back.

Elaga, who casually mentioned it, got up.

“Are you leaving?”

-Yeah, take care.

Elaga, leaving gracefully, somehow looked relieved. Helmut, staring at her back, headed back to the cabin.

Darien, who had shouldered an abundance of herbs resembling grass, had just set down his load as he arrived at a similar time.

“Looking at you, it seems like you’ve been wandering around with that leopard.”

Darien looked at Helmut casually.

“Anyway. I have to take care of this.”

“What is this?”

“It’s poisonous herbs.”

“Why do you have poisonous herbs?”

“You have to consume it a little bit every day.”

“Why do I have to consume poisonous herbs every day?”

Darien, who ran out of patience, tried to hit Helmut’s head, who was parroting like a parrot.

However, as Helmut quickly dodged, Darien’s eyes narrowed.

“You’ve gotten a little better at moving.”

“Of course… Ouch!”

During the conversation, Helmut, who was hit, held his head.

“It’s stupid to open your mouth when you’re attacked by a stronger opponent.”

But now it wasn’t a combat situation. Helmut closed his mouth with a rebellious look.

“It’s for your own good.”

“For my good?”

This time, he kept a considerable distance to avoid any contact. Darien frowned, looking at Helmut full of suspicion.

Instead of grabbing Helmut and punishing him, he chose to keep talking.

“The name of this poisonous herb is Mato.”

Poison is naturally harmful to the body, but when consumed in the right amount, Mato increases immunity and purifies the blood.

If monsters have magic, humans also have similar power. In a purified body, the power, ‘Vis’, which allows a swordsman to go beyond the physical limit, will settle better.

“Even if you don’t eat the core of monsters, you can’t completely stop the growth of the seed of darkness. But the toxicity of Mato is heterogeneous among magic, so it will help suppress the seed of darkness.”

Darien offered a small torn Mato and said,

“Eat it.”

It was an irresistible command.

**

Helmut suffered from stomachache all night that day. He groaned, sweating profusely from the pain of his stomach twisting. It was a night filled with suspicion that Darien was trying to kill him.

But as dawn broke, the pain subsided as if it were a lie.

“It’s because it’s your first time. You endured well.”

Darien, who threw an unkind word of encouragement, leaned back. He couldn’t sleep last night either.

‘I forgot he’s ten years old. I fed him too much.’

If Helmut’s immunity was a little weaker or if he ate a little more Mato, Helmut would have died. That’s how Helmut unknowingly passed the crisis of life and death.

But he survived, so it’s okay, right? Darien decided to pay more attention to his diet that day.

‘He grew up tougher than I thought in the Forest of Roots.’

Indeed, he had the qualifications to inherit his sword. It was the last stroke of luck given to him. Darien nodded his head and said,

“It’s the process of making a vessel to accumulate Vis. Endure it; the pain will decrease as time goes by.”

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