Reincarnated From Vanity

Chapter 23 • Not A Simple Shonen Fantasy | Reincarnated From Vanity

I am an old man.
Having seen enough.
Having heard enough
Having read enough.
Having thought enough.
Having mourn enough.

Emotions that stir in me,
Emotions that fester in me,
Quite hard to manifest.
I somehow wish not so perhaps?
Or not?

Perhaps it was intentional all this time.
Logic being that something uncommon,
would be regarded as valuable and sincere.

Nevertheless, there was one incident that some how moved me.
Compelled me, yet I do not know where to place my finger at.
This anger....

..........

@The village super market near the Father John's resident

"Miss, you mustn't..."
"Miss Shiiori"

"It's all fine, Toela-nee"
"You shouldn't fuss about the small things"
"Besides, I might lose myself, cooped in that mansion"
"And, I wanted to help"

"Miss,...."

"Come on"
"....so..."
"What's next in the list?"

"Yes, we have already visited the Äolia market"

"Vegetables"
"Radishes, tomatoes, beans, wheat, carrots, lettuces and.... some oat?"

"Can you make me oat meal?"

"Miss... Why?"
"That's food for the commonly"

"Oh please, you also eat oat meal too right?"

"But, I'm but a maid, Miss Shiiori"

"I'm eating for nostalgia, besides I need something a bit novel"
"Ah but please serve me a small portion at morning"
"Discreetly, I can't let anyone know"
"And in small enough so that I don't get too full early in, I have a small stomach"

"Yes..."

"Now then..."
"The butcher Shop?"

"Yes, a cut of ham and a fowl ordered to the mansion"

"Yuyup"

It was when start headed to a less crowded area enroute to the butcher.
My eyes widen
And began to feel my adrenaline pump through my arteries....
"... Something not right..."

"Miss Shiiori-sama?"

"Stay back here please"
"I'll be back..... soon"

"Miss...?!"

.........It was then,
where I felt something was off.
How should I describe it.
perhaps with an illustration?
Well considering my situation,
had I retold my experience in a book and read it for myself.

Or if you do have a dairy and read through them yourself.
And if you lucky;
as I did, you might get an inkling

You are indeed the protagonist in your own story.
And then you look out around you,
The people around you,
young or old,
rich or peasents,
beautiful or undesired,
wise or a fool,
good health or sickly,
mundane or bombastic,
human or what we consider animals,
the good or evil.
Good and Evil?

I remember....

"If only it were all so simple!
If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds,
and it were only necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them.
But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being.
And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?"
(Quoted later on)

I realize that everyone I see has their own story to tell;
even as their own perspective and the values that they hold dear.
Memories.

Then I look at myself and realize that I myself am not a good protagonist am I?