chapter 11
11: The Ancestral Mother
My grandparents have arrived.
I am generally cautious when dealing with others, but I am particularly wary of my grandparents.
That’s because they are warriors who have survived for over fifty years in this harsh world.
It’s unbelievable. In my million lives, I have never lived for what the world calls “fifty years,” regardless of what kind of creature I may be.
They possess great luck, extraordinary talent, remarkable ability… and many other things that cannot be counted. That is what it means to be “old.”
The elderly may even see through my act as a helpless three-year-old and hide their fangs, anticipating the “enemies” that will eventually appear.
No, they probably already see through it— that’s why the elderly are trying to brainwash me.
“Rex, Grandma and Grandpa have come. Come out from hiding.”
I was peering into the living room entrance, with only half of my body exposed.
My grandparents were looking at me with smiling faces—it was as if they were saying, “We see through your guard, and it’s pointless.”
“It’s okay, Mom. Rex is just shy…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Rex, come here and sit on Grandma’s lap!”
Truly seasoned.
I know— I know that my grandmother has a problem with her knees. They hurt when they get cold, and I often see her rubbing them.
In other words, my grandmother’s weakness is her knees.
They are provoking an attack on that weakness.
What else can you call this but seasoned?
Exposing the weakness, luring me with it, trying to draw me out.
My grandmother has something— a “benefit” in making me attack her weakness and sit on her lap!
And I have absolutely no idea what “benefit” she gains from that.
The backside is definitely there, but it’s beyond what I expected… It’s terrifying. What does my grandmother gain by putting me on her lap? What does she gain from it? I don’t understand. It even feels like madness.
And what’s more!
In this world, there are words like “sitting on the lap” and “lap pillow,” and they are commonly used…
In such cases, the “lap” refers to the “thigh!”
Inviting me to the lap of my grandmother, who has bad knees—this is an act of exposing and offering a weakness. Yes, that’s what it seems like at first glance. But in reality, my grandmother is not exposing her knees at all. Allowing me to be free is the “thigh” that can be called “lap” without any discomfort!
In other words, she loses nothing.
Yet, by inviting me close, she is trying to gain an entirely unknown “benefit.”
What cunningness! It makes me shudder. She wears such a harmless smile, but her words and actions are filled with calculations from start to finish.
My grandmother effortlessly achieves “losing nothing and gaining something.”
Moreover, my mom urges me, “Come on, Rex.”
With this, the choice of “leaving quietly” is practically sealed. I have no choice but to head towards my grandmother’s lap… or rather, the “thigh” called “lap”!
There is no way to resist.
I grit my teeth. As a small resistance, I carefully make my way to my grandmother’s “lap” with my feet.
And with cautious movements, I sit on my grandmother’s lap (thigh).
“Well, well, Rex, you’re growing so fast.”
My grandmother strokes my head.
After that, my grandmother continues to touch me, fuss over me, and give me sweets and pocket money…
I continue to tremble in fear…
I don’t understand… Why is she treating me so well? What benefit does she get from it…
I love my grandma.