Lacking Emotion

Chapter 10

It was late at night when Soma decided to get up. He had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep ever since they arrived at Charlie's aunt.

He had been given a room upstairs with a small window on at the right side of the door. There was a small  bed near the window and a desk in the corner opposite to the window. Both were old and made out of wood since money wasn't as common as everybody thought.

He sighed as he leaned back against the tree. There was a lot on his mind and needed space and fresh air to think.

Slowly he started piecing it all together. The hatred towards his father, the fear, the fact they called him a threat. It all made sense.

Of course there's the fact that Charlie didn't tell him everything since he didn't know anything else about what happened.

He had to work with what he had. But the saddest part about all this is he didn't know where royal capital was.

If only he did.

He would've wanted to visit his dear father and fucking skin the bastard alive, then roast the son of a bitch over a bonfire.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it.... First he needed to find a large amount of salt to put on those open wounds and only after his father was marinated he would be roasted to a nice juicy medium rare with a bit of a crisp to it. Only then will he be fed to the lizard men.

We can't punish the poor lizards with his fowl taste.

It's not like he looks down on them, it's just that they're the closest thing he could find to crocks. Speaking about which, he would be going with Charlie's aunt to town this morning so there was a possibility that he would see some.

Then again, the only reason he's going is because she doesn't like goblins, she claims they're untrustworthy, and because she tends to yell at Charlie for not manning up and getting a wife.

Hopefully while he's there he'll be able to visit a library or something. The plan was to find out just what exactly he is or rather what name his race goes by.

He's never even heard of a half demon half witch. So just what the hell do you call them? Seriously, what?

And since Tuta was not an exact replica of Earth, they might have a different name for his kind than the ones Earth has for them.

...

The sun had risen a while ago and currently he was staring into the distance. The shuffling of footsteps on the other side of the small house snapped him out of his daze.

Jumping off the branch he made his way over to the front door where a huge figure stood. She had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes.

Height? It is difficult to say. Maybe 9 feet. Apparently she had a Titan ancestor in her blood line, she must've gotten the gene. That also explains how she is still alive, since Titans are known to live over 150 years.

Once she saw Soma, she gave him a dazzling smile. For a extremely old woman she looks just a bit over 50.

"Ready to go, little one?" she asked with a kind tone. Soma gave a small nod before they both began walking down the small dirt trail.

"So tell me, little boy, what do you want to become when you're older? Hmm?" Soma could remember Charlie mentioning that her name was Talia.

Talia lived alone, no family near, so she was pretty lonely and tried to start a conversation with the boy. Also, she was curious.

But this was something he didn't expect. It was a question that completely caught him off guard. What does he want to become when he's older?

Well the normal thing that everyone would want to become after being reincarnated or summoned into another world is obviously a hero with fame and riches.