When I saw my mother suddenly fall asleep, I easily understood that something was wrong, but I kept acting like a child.
Even though I now had the strength of an adult, I was inside the body of a baby, and that gave me a terrifying amount of speed and jumping power. Before I pulled out my trump card, I wanted to stop for a moment and understand what exactly was going on here.
When the old woman saw that my mother had fallen asleep, she went over and started taking off my mother's clothes. I thought the old woman had a bigger plan, so I did nothing but watch in silence. But all I saw was the old woman's hands wandering into less and less safe places. On top of that, the whole time, the old woman had a disgusting smile on her face and giggled every now and then. After seeing all of this, I realized that she was actually an old homosexual pervert.
The knowledge I had gained relieved me on one hand and made me angry on the other. If I had grabbed one of the knives on the table and jumped on the old woman while she was as unprepared as she was right now, I could probably have killed her easily. But I didn't know how I would deal with what happened afterward.
Many people had seen us come here, our neighbors above all. If I killed the old woman now, the blame for the murder would definitely fall on my innocent mother. Watching the old woman run her hands perversely over something that was mine wasn't helping my thought process at all.
I endured this torture a little longer, consoled myself with the fact that the old woman was a woman too, and began to strain my brain to come up with a plan. When I saw the bottles full of strange liquids on the shelf fixed to the wall above the couch where my mother had fallen asleep, I thought for a short while, then took the scalpel from the table and threw it at the shelf.
My plan was to hit one of the two legs holding the shelf up, so that all the pills would fall into the gap between the couch and the wall, drawing the old woman's attention elsewhere and making her scream so that my mother would wake up. It was a bit amateurish, but it was a plan worth trying. Unfortunately, my plans and my talent were not of equal size.
A bottle filled with a strange liquid collided with the scalpel I had thrown, bounced off the wall, fell onto the old woman's head, and shattered. When the old woman saw the green liquid running down her forehead, she screamed and ran into the next room. Thinking it was some kind of poison or acid, I was scared out of my wits. I immediately stepped out of my baby role and used the clothes I was wearing to wipe away the drops that had splashed onto my mother's naked body.
When I saw no abnormality on my mother's delicate white skin, my worries slowly faded, and I went back to the bed. If it was some kind of poison that I hadn't noticed, the only thing I could do was hope that the old woman would come back and use a healing spell on my mother. After all, that woman was more than a simple pervert. To hide what she had done, she had to make sure that when the effect of the sleeping pills wore off, nothing would make my mother suspicious.
My guess turned out to be right, and a few minutes later, the old woman came out of the back room crying, with almost half of her white hair gone. As soon as she came in, she checked my mother's hair and let out a sigh of relief, dressed my mother in her clothes, and quickly went back to the back room. After these actions, it wasn't very hard to figure out what the green liquid was. It was probably some kind of balding medicine.
Deep down, I started blaming myself for my mistake and wondering what I would have done if my mother had gone bald because of it. After a while, the self-blame disappeared and left hatred and anger in its place. I decided to take my revenge on this old woman sooner or later.
After putting on a head covering, the old woman checked the sturdiness of the shelf. Once she was sure the shelf was sound, the old woman came over to me, stretched both of her hands toward me, and started mumbling something.
"Sōzōshu no hikari, karada idakishime, kenkō to iyashi, kokoro ni nagarekomu. Tamashī no okufukaku, himitsu ni michite iru, karada o tsuranuku seimeiryoku o michibiku chikara"
As the woman muttered strange words from her mouth, strange pentagrams began to appear, surrounding my body.
"Yoake no taiyō no yō ni kagayaki nagara, kenkō o michibiki, hikari o hirogeru. Byōki no kage o harai, karada o tsutsumikomi, saisei o yobiokosu, iyashi no shinsei na merodi"
While the woman said these words that I couldn't understand, copies of me in different shapes began to appear in the air. Of the copies drawn in green, one showed only my internal organs, and another showed only my bones.
I didn't know the old woman could use such a marvelous magic, so I sank into amazement and watched the magical visuals in the air for a while. Even if she was a pervert, she was obviously a very good one at her job.
"Karada no subete no saibō ni shintō shi, kenkō no gen o furuwase, inochi o modosu. Yūutsu no kurayami kara kaihō sa reta karada de, kenkō to kōfuku ga hanahiraki, eien ni mukatte kōkai suru"
After the old woman said her last words, writing in a language I couldn't understand began to appear beside the shapes in the air.
"Haa, strange. This child has too much solid muscle and bone structure for a baby. Maybe he'll become a great warrior in the future... Anyway, now that I've taken care of the child, I'll wake up my love."
Before I could get angry about her last words, the old woman muttered another spell, and her appearance changed completely, turning into a young girl with white hair. With her white hair shining like moonlight and her skin looking fresher, she had turned into a beautiful girl, even though she was obviously 2 points lower than my mother. When I learned that she wasn't an old woman, for some reason I felt even more uncomfortable deep down.
She's a perverted loli who walks around disguised as an old woman. It's so weird...
As the apothecary woman headed to the back room, she restored her bald hair with a two-word spell. For a brief moment, through her flowing hair, I saw triangular ears extending out to the sides.
When the pharmacist woman came back, she was mumbling something about her own clumsiness, upset about the mishaps that had happened to her, and she gave my sleeping mother something to drink.
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