I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 83: I'm The First One

"...A curse?"

After the brief silence, Tacchia finally continued the conversation.

However, her voice was significantly more tense than before.

"That thing has been cursed?"

She, who had always shown a dry and brusque attitude, was...

...slightly shaken emotionally, just a bit, upon hearing that the Ego Weapon was cursed.

"Ah, yes. It was actually in a dream, but there..."

"That's impossible."

Tacchia cut off the explanation.

Then, turning her back, she quietly continued speaking.

"After all, the undead are far inferior to ego weapons in terms of quality."

"...Miss Tacchia."

"But for an Ego Weapon, which can accumulate experiences, including those from past lives, to be cursed by a rotten corpse fixated on its own past? Do you realize how nonsensical that sounds?"

"You do know something, right? About this child's current condition."

"It's not a curse."

Repeating herself, Tacchia looked up at the sky. Though she tried to appear calm, it was clear she had lost her composure, as if a forbidden line had been crossed.

"I don't know what you heard from that guy, but if it seems like a curse, then that's how the child was made. It's not a curse; it's an innate nature."

"...Miss Tacchia."

"If you've got your answer, then leave now. There's nothing more to say."

Tacchia abruptly ended the conversation and headed towards her home.

In her behavior of not looking back at me, I could sense even her haste.

"If it really bothers you, figure it out on your own. But I'm not sure if you can."

"......"

"...Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Nothing; I'll be going."

I was indebted to her from the beginning.

If that was what she wanted, then it was right to end it here.

Thud.

The door closed, and soon after, silence fell in the backyard.

Having left that place, I crossed the severely ruined street, holding the child I named 'Pheloi' in my hand, and asked.

"...The thing you saw then wasn't just a dream, was it?"

Whimper.

Pheloi let out a short cry.

But Pheloi, also seemed like she didn't want to talk about it, like Tacchia, showing no significant reaction beyond that.

Yes, this child must also be concerned about Tacchia.

If the dream I had before was not just an illusion.

If this child was really made by refining the soul of a living person, then that person must be related to Tacchia.

"You are indeed Tacchia's..."

Perhaps, an unfortunate soul who died harboring hatred towards her.

Why would she reincarnate a being that harbored hatred towards her as a weapon?