Chapter 2: A Melody of Plots
Although she went to a cave by the invitation of Takakage, who said he knew the whereabouts of a sacred treasure, she was met with an unexpected event.
In a predicament where yakuma could appear at any time, what she thought was…
The next day. After I finished cooking breakfast and cleaning, I searched for clues on the sacred treasures in my spare time.
However, the only thing I knew currently was that the sacred treasures were tools for the sake of grasping Himemiko-sama’s location.
[YUZUKI]: (Is there any other information… Ah! It might be written in another book!)
[YUZUKI]: (I’ve become able to read Shinga’s letters a little, so as long as I don’t have to decipher much…!)
Thinking that, I headed to the archives and happened to pass by Takamoto-san.
[YUZUKI]: “Ah, Takamoto-san, what’s going on? That’s a lot of paintings?”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Aah, there’s too many to decorate the rooms with, so I thought to carry them to the archives for the time being…”
[YUZUKI]: “That’s a bunch though, will you be okay?”
[YUZUKI]: “I’ll carry some. I happen to have something to do at the archives.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Oh no, I can’t possibly let a lady help me carry things— wawah!”
Even though there was nothing at his feet, Takamoto-san nearly seemed to trip.
[YUZUKI]: “I really should help out.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Uuu… I’m sorry… It’s shameful of me to let a lady do such physical labor…”
[YUZUKI]: “Really, don’t worry about that. You’d do the same if I needed help.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “T-thank you…”
[TAKAMOTO]: “—You truly helped me. How can I thank you…”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Ah, come to think of it, you said you had business in the archives, yes? As thanks, let me help you this time.”
[YUZUKI]: “Takamoto-san… thank you! Actually, I was going to try and investigate about the sacred treasures…”
[YUZUKI]: “Motoharu-san and I looked at this book together recently but, apart from this one, are there other things written on the sacred treasures?”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Hmm… it’s regrettable but that’s the only book written about the sacred treasures.”
[YUZUKI]: “I see…”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Ah… but I believe there was a document related to Himemiko…!”
Saying that, Takamoto-san pulled out a single book from the shelf and showed me.
That book was written in handwriting and when I read the contents—
In the past, Himemiko used to give her blood to the ruler of this country to drink and granted them power.
However, it seemed the current troubled times began when Himemiko disappeared.
[YUZUKI]: “It’s written with a lot of detail.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “In actuality, this document was something Motonari-sama wrote.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Because Motonari-sama, and the beginning of the Mouri army at that time, were aiming to destroy the capital and unite the country.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “I heard that everything he investigated was recorded in this document.”
[YUZUKI]: “Is that how it was! Motonari-san doesn’t seem to like conflicts and is kind to everyone though…”
[TAKAMOTO]: “It’s natural to think that… I’m going to go back in time a little.”
Takamoto-san said that, in the past, there was an age when the capital held Himemiko and ordered the Gekka Tribe to protect others.
But a certain group of Gekka Tribe members had a strong defiance and, eventually, planned to overthrow the capital, obtain Himemiko, and govern the world in their hands.
For that sake, when other Gekka Tribe members differed into “werewolves” and “vampires”, only those certain Gekka Tribe members preserved a strength to be equal to the capital’s might—
Among that household, those with particularly thick Gekka Tribe blood were to leave behind descendants, and it is said that the power of the “original Gekka Tribe” continued to be inherited by the next generation.
[YUZUKI]: “Those Gekka Tribe members are everyone in Mouri…?”
[TAKAMOTO]: “To be precise, the ancestor of Mouri…”
[TAKAMOTO]: “As the years passed and the generations changed, the hostility towards the capital faded.”
Nevertheless, the Mouri army had long been fixated on “the blood of a pure Gekka Tribe race”.
For that reason, it seemed the Mouri army had thick blood as a Gekka Tribe race and they became a special race called “oni” whose strength was much higher than the other Gekka Tribe races.
[TAKAMOTO]: “However, since only those whose “oni” blood were thick were chosen to leave behind descendants, the number of children were few to begin with, and our race is the smallest among the Gekka Tribe races.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “There, in the case when a child with strong blood was born, it appeared to become a custom to give out their child to the Mouri clan, the center of the oni race, as a foster child.”
[YUZUKI]: “Then Motonari-san was a foster child given to Mouri…?”
I was stunned at the facts that I came to know one after another.
—Motonari-san, who was put out as a foster child, became the general of Mouri at a young age and resumed the invasion towards the capital, displaying an overwhelming power.
However, in the midst of that, he found new children with strong blood.
Those children were Takamoto-san, Motoharu-san, and Takakage-san.
[YUZUKI]: “Huh?… Takamoto-san, does that mean you and the others aren’t related by blood to Motonari-san?”
[YUZUKI]: “Now that I think about it, Motoharu-san and Takakage-san have different surnames, huh.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Terumoto as well. —All the commanders in Mouri are not related by blood.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Incidentally, Terumoto is my adopted child, not Motonari-sama’s.”
[YUZUKI]: (Meaning, from Motonari-san’s view, Terumoto-kun is a grandson…)
I was surprised to hear about Mouri’s unexpected family structure.
[YUZUKI]: “I didn’t notice. Everyone looked like a real family…”
[TAKAMOTO]: “It makes me happy to have you say that. Motonari-sama often says that as well.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Yes… Apparently Motonari-sama, when he saw us, thought about the future of the race for the first time there.”
At this rate, if I continue to fight like this, it may be possible to destroy the capital.
However, if the future beyond that is also continuous battles, then will the Mouri race not perish?
More importantly, when I think about these children walking on the same bloody path as me in their future, I cannot imagine that to be the right thing.
[YUZUKI]: “… Motonari-san thought that and decided to protect his race over fighting, huh.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Yes. After that, in order to protect us as his family, Motonari-sama stopped invading the capital, of course, as well as other armies.”
[YUZUKI]: “Motonari-san really treasures you and the others, doesn’t he.”
[TAKAMOTO]: “Yes. I cannot thank Motonari-sama enough. That is probably why we look like a real family, although we’re not connected by blood.”
Looking at Takamoto-san, who answered that bashfully, I also found myself smiling widely.