Mushoku Tensei Spanish:Chapter 126

Esta traducción ha sido realizada a partir de la versión inglesa encontrada en esta misma página (enlace) realizada por Skuizaan.

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Volumen 14 Capítulo 126 - Padres

1ª Parte

El momento en que la Hidra exhaló su último aliento, la prisión de cristal se deshizo en pedazos.

Zenith seguía viva, inconsciente, pero respiraba.

Vi una gran cantidad de cristales mágicos enormes cercanos a donde se encontraba junto a varias piedras mágicas con forma de escamas que parecían haber pertenecido a la Hidra. Además, al fondo de la habitación, encontramos muchísimos objetos mágicos dispersos por el suelo.

Si se vendiera todo lo que había en esta habitación, podríamos ser asquerosamente ricos, pero nadie en la habitación se lanzó a por la montaña de tesoros.

Hasta yo me sorprendí de mi desinterés y la forma casi automática en la que estuve actuando en esta situación; sentía como si estuviera en un sueño al no sentir que era yo el que movía mi propio cuerpo. Respondía de forma automática pero las palabras no pasaban por mi cerebro, como si alguien ajeno a mí estuviera manejando mi cuerpo mientras yo observaba.

Yo mismo tuve que cremar en ese lugar los restos de Paul; ya que, aunque mi intención era llevarlo de vuelta conmigo, pero no me dejaron. Parece ser que esto es lo que hay que hacer cuando muere algún compañero en el Laberinto, así que hice lo que me indicaron.

Lo único que quedó de Paul fueron 3 objetos que servirían como reliquias familiares.

La coraza de medio pecho, hecha de una fina capa de acero.

La daga que aumentaba su potencia cuanto mayor fuera la armadura de su oponente.

Y finalmente, la fiel compañera de Paul, la espada con la que llevo viéndole entrenar desde que nací.

Bajo el fuego de mi magia, Paul no tardó en convertirse en una pila de huesos. Elinalise me advirtió de que no debía enterrar sus restos o podría llegar a levantarse como un monstruo esquelético, por lo que tan solo le quité un pequeño hueso que llevar a casa para enterrarlo y convertí el resto en cenizas.

Hice un pequeño relicario con magia de Tierra y coloqué el hueso en su interior.

"..."

Noté una sensación extraña al observarlo; mi corazón se contrajo fuertemente, aunque no comprendí el motivo.

"Volvamos a Lapan."

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..

En el viaje de regreso, fui un estorbo en todos los sentidos. Los pasos seguros con los que había conquistado este Laberinto desaparecieron para cometer gran cantidad de errores; estoy seguro de que si Roxy no hubiera estado a mi lado, habría podido activar sin querer alguna trampa.

Seguí utilizando mis hechizos para acabar con los monstruos, pero no fueron ni de lejos tan certeros como hasta ahora, aunque nadie en el grupo me recriminó nada de lo que hice.

Ni Elinalise, ni Roxy, ni Talhand, ni siquiera Gisu... nadie me dedicó palabras de queja, ni de apoyo. Ninguno sabía qué decir.

Al tercer día, por fin salimos del Laberinto; y en este tiempo, todos nos habíamos ido turnando para cargar con Zenith.

Y es que, Zenith todavía no había despertado, ni siquiera en los momentos de intenso por el combate; hecho que aumentaba mi ansiedad, pero que se veía controlada debido a que seguía respirando en todo momento.

Sé que tuvimos que hablar con el grupo base al regresar a la ciudad, pero no recuerdo qué se dijo; sé que Elinalise y Gisu les explicaron todo a Shera, Vera y Lilia, pero ni presté atención, ni tenía nada que decirles. ¿Acaso hay algo que podría haberles dicho?

Shera se echó a llorar y del shock, Vera cayó de rodillas al suelo; y aun en esta situación, no fui capaz de decir palabra.

Lilia por su parte tuvo una respuesta distinta, su rostro no mostró ningún tipo de sentimiento ni expresión, sino que se giró a mí y me dio un fuerte abrazo, en el que pude sentir varias emociones siendo transmitidas.

Has sufrido mucho

Has hecho un gran trabajo

Déjame el resto a mí

No te preocupes y descansa

En mi actual estado de alienación, tuve que esforzarme para responder su gesto asintiendo con la cabeza.

Siguiendo este evento, me dirigí hacia mi habitación, me quité el manto y pude ver que tenía un desgarro enorme que necesitaría coser.

Pero aunque tuve este pensamiento, simplemente lo lancé a una esquina de la habitación despreocupadamente junto con Aqua Heartia y mi bolsa de viaje y me dejé caer sobre la cama.

2ª Parte

Esa noche tuve un sueño.

En él, me vi a mí mismo el cuerpo de un despreocupado y descuidado NEET. Yo antes de renacer.

Aunque en este caso Hitogami no apareció en mis sueños, ni tampoco me encontraba en esa habitación blanca en la que hasta ahora le he encontrado. Sino que tan solo estaba soñando sobre mi vida anterior.

No parecía un momento concreto en mi vida, pero soñé con mis padres hablando sobre mí en el salón de mi casa.

Como se trataba de un sueño, no podía saber exactamente de lo que hablaban, simplemente les veía mover los labios, pero por extraño que parezca, estoy seguro de que hablaban sobre mí.

¿Qué pensarían mis padres sobre mí en aquel entonces?

Nunca me enteré de la causa de su muerte; y aunque sé que murieron al mismo tiempo, no me preocupé por averiguar el motivo. ¿Morirían en un accidente? ¿o quizás se suicidaron?

No sé al principio, pero... ¿qué pensarían de su hijo el día en que murieron?

Solo puedo pensar que me verían como un hijo vergonzoso NEET, o como mínimo estaban cansados de mi actitud... Puede... o quizás pensaban que era lamentable...

Lo cierto es... que no lo sabía. Apenas veía a mi madre, y con mi padre llegó un punto en el que se desentendió de mí, harto de mi actitud, y dejó de hablarme.

Lo siguiente que veo en el sueño es una imagen genérica de un funeral con las fotos de mis padres sobre un par de féretros.

Cuando murieron... ¿llegaron a pensar en mí aunque solo fuera un segundo antes de morir?

Hasta me pregunto lo que pensé yo en ese momento que ni fui a atender el funeral. ¿Por qué no fui a despedir las cenizas de mis propios padres? ¿En qué demonios estaba pensando?

En serio, ¡¿Por qué?! ¿Por qué no fui a su funeral?

.

Porque tenía miedo...

No me atrevía ni a presentarme en el funeral de mis propios padres debido a que sabía que los presentes me clavarían sus miradas con hostilidad y desprecio por el mierdoso NEET en que me había convertido.

Ese motivo estaba presente, pero hay más...

Yo no era exactamente un hijo admirable... es más, lo cierto es que su muerte no me afectó tanto como debería, debido a que hacía tiempo que había dejado de sentir afecto por mis padres. Y en verdad, en aquel momento el miedo por no saber lo que iba a pasar conmigo era mayor que el dolor por su pérdida.

Recordar esto me hizo sentir asco de mí mismo, e intenté cerrar los ojos para no ver lo que me mostraba mi sueño.

No pienso justificarme, es algo que simplemente ocurrió de esa forma en aquel entonces. Sabía que había perdido mi último refugio en este mundo y sabía que me encontraba entre la espada y la pared, y comprendí que ahora me daría de bruces contra la fría y dura realidad.

Puede sonar egoísta, pero aunque me arrepiento, ya no me culpo por ello; aunque siento que como mínimo... debería haber asistido al funeral.

Es solo que hoy por hoy, soy incapaz de comprender en qué pensaba entonces para no ir... debería haberme despedido de ellos por última vez, en un último adiós.

¿O acaso hubiera preferido no ver los últimos momentos de Paul? Ver su cara, aunque no fuera una enorme sonrisa, ni siquiera murió satisfecho... pero al menos pude ver que se quedaba tranquilo al verme con vida cuando las comisuras de sus labios dibujaron una suave sonrisa.

¿Cuáles fueron sus últimas palabras? ¿Y las de mis padres? ¿Con qué cara murieron justo en el momento de sus muertes? ¿Por qué? ¿Por qué no fui a despedirme de ellos?

... Ah... Cuanto me gustaría poder visitar sus tumbas...

3ª Parte

Al día siguiente me costó horrores levantarme de la cama.

Mi cuerpo estaba entumecido debido a unas ganas insoportables de no querer hacer nada en este día; pero fui capaz de soportarlas y salir de la cama para ir a ver a Zenith.

Me acerqué a la habitación colindante y Lilia, al verme, me miró sorprendida.

"Ludeus-sama... ¿se siente mejor?"

"... Más o menos, aunque seguro que causaré problemas si me quedo en cama..."

"No se preocupe, si necesitara reposar durante un tiempo nadie diría nada."

Escuchar a Lilia recomendarme que me acostara durante un tiempo hizo que mi cuerpo sintiera la necesidad de hacerlo; pero para sobreponerme a esa presión de mi propio cuerpo, quería hacer cualquier cosa con tal de evitar volver a ver esas escenas de mi sueño.

"¿Te importa si te hago compañía?"

"... Si así lo prefiere, no veo inconveniente, tome asiento."

Decidí sentarme junto a la cama y examinar más detenidamente el estado de Zenith, mientras Lilia me hacía compañía.

¿Cuántos días lleva durmiendo...? Tardamos 3 en salir del Laberinto y 1 en regresar a Lapan... así que este es el 5º día... ¿y aun así no se ha despertado?

Me fijo en su cara,y tiene la expresión propia de una persona durmiendo, ni más, ni menos; y me llama la atención que habiendo estado dormida en ese cristal quién sabe cuántos días, no parece haber perdido peso ni musculatura.

Es más... se la ve tan saludable que es hasta extraño... por no hablar de que se parece mucho a la Zenith que recordaba de cuando era pequeño... bueno no, es cierto que parece que ha envejecido un poco con respecto a mis recuerdos.

Toco sus manos y noto calidez en ellas, al igual que en sus mejillas; y al acercar mi oído a su boca puedo oírla respirar. Es como si estuviera soñando plácidamente y todavía no se hubiera despertado de ese sueño.

Es posible que siga así durante un tiempo....

...... Aunque... de seguir así... ¿no llegaría el día en que moriría por inanición?

Este último pensamiento cruzó por mi cabeza, pero no me atreví a decirlo en alto; porque hay cosas que no hace falta decirlas, y otras que simplemente no deben ser dichas.

Lilia and I just quietly watched over Zenith.

Occasionally, Vera or Shera would come and talk.

However, what they talked about didn't remain in my memory.

I ate a meal with Lilia.

I wasn't feeling very hungry, and the food managed to stick to my throat.

Though I tried to wash it down with water, I nearly vomited it out anyway.

It wasn't until midday that there was any kind of change in the condition of Zenith.

Lilia watching with me saw Zenith slowly opening her eyelids with a small groan,

"Mmn…"

In that room were Lilia, Vera, and I.

Vera immediately ran off to call the others.

I attentively watched over her as she tried to straighten her body upright.

Normally, when someone is asleep for a number of days, it's difficult to sit up.

However, Zenith was able to sit up almost entirely on her own, with a little help from Lilia.

"Good Morning, Madam."

Lilia's smile blooms when she spoke to Zenith.

Zenith after rising up looked at Lilia with a particularly dim face.

"…Mm?"

Zenith's voice.

It was a familiar voice to me.

If I thought about it, when I was born into this world, I had heard her voice first.

A voice that emits a feeling of relief.

I felt relieved.

Paul had died.

However, we managed to save the person whom Paul wanted to rescue.

She was safely alive.

We accomplished Paul's will.

When Zenith hears that Paul has died, she will begin to mourn.

And, most likely, cry.

However, between Lilia, Zenith, and I, we can at least share the grief three-ways.

"Mother…"

It seems like now is not the best time to say it.

When she is able to take it easy and understand the present situation a bit better.

It'll be fine after that.

It's best to take things slowly and sequentially.

I don't think it would be wise at all to push the harsh reality on her so suddenly.

First, meeting Zenith after all this time, shouldn't it be a pleasant thing?

"…?"

Zenith had a look of mild confusion.

With an action, she pushed my chest away.

She had forgotten me.

It can't be helped.

It's the same as it was with Roxy.

Because time has passed, my face has changed.

It might be a shock now, but it'll become a funny story later.

"Madam, this here is Rudeus. It's been nearly ten years since you saw him last."

"…"

Zenith stares at me absent-mindedly.

And then moves her stare to Lilia.

In my mother’s eyes they reflect the face of Lilia.

"…?"

And then she returned to looking confused again.

The eyes of Lilia open wide.

Something strange is going on.

Definitely strange.

For a while now, Zenith's face was expressionless.

It's peculiar that she managed to get up after so long.

But, perhaps something else is the matter?

I don't have the words for it.

She can only groan.

And the current gesture,

A gesture that makes it seem like she has forgotten Lilia.

I can understand if it's just me, but how can she possibly forget the existence of Lilia?

Lilia grew a little older, sure.

But, not so much that there was a drastic change.

Even her hairstyle and clothes are the same as always.

"…Ae…A—…"

Her voice was poor.

Her eyes were dim.

Her words were lost.

We can only observe her reaction.

"Madam…could it possibly be…?"

Lilia seemed to notice it too.

[Could it possibly be?]

We understood the meanings of those words there.

It's a joke right, that she lost her mind?

Lilia and I talked about this many times.

"…"

We reached a conclusion immediately.

Though Zenith reacts to our voices.

However, she cannot reply with words.

That it's possible she can't understand what we are saying.

"Rudeus-sama… the madam… is lost."

Zenith lost everything.

Her memories, knowledge, and wisdom.

All three things that is vital to form a person.

She's an invalid.

She's not capable of remembering Paul.

My mother doesn’t even remember Lilia or I.

Who? How? What happened that it became like this?

To be not able to remember anything,

In other words, she cannot grieve the death of Paul.

We cannot share the grief with Zenith,

Such a fact is now made clear.

"Ah…”

My heart is broken.

Part 4

Since then, I wonder how many days have passed.

My sense of time has become vague.

Waking, sleeping.

Sleeping, waking.

I repeated the motions many times.

When I slept, my dreams kept playing back the moments of Paul's death.

Paul slashes the Hydra.

The Hydra's neck swings around.

Paul pushes me away to evade the attack.

Then Paul moves and the Hydra moves.

I am unable to move.

Paul kicks me and sends me flying out of the way. The head of the Hydra falls in front of me.

Then, I jump to my feet.

I take a moment to reaffirm that I'm not in a dream, and then drop myself back into the bed.

I did not have the energy to stand.

Only enough energy to think; my thoughts are only on Paul.

Paul.

That guy.

He was by no means a praiseworthy guy at all.

He was a scumbag philanderer, and an egotistical show-off.

He was weak to adversity, and quick to escape to the bottle.

Surely, as material for a father, he would be disqualified.

But… I loved him.

But, it was a different kind of love.

The love of Paul was very different.

The Paul I came to know was more like a "partner-in-crime.”

While my mental age was superior, Paul's physical age was superior.

Even if you accounted for all the knowledge of my previous life, because I was a shut-in for at least ten years of that life, Paul probably had the upper hand in life experience.

But that doesn't matter.

Age doesn't matter.

When I talked with Paul, I got the strong feeling he and I were the same type of man.

I was never able to see him as a "father.”

When I was a child, I never really thought much of him.

But,

Paul took the time to raise me properly, as his child.

This child, born from the contents of a deplorable thirty year old,

And who, no matter how others observed him, he exhibited strange behavior.

Paul saw me as family, and never looked away in shame.

There were certain parts that father and son couldn't meet.

But even then, this guy saw me without fail, as his relation.

There was never a time when he treated me like an outsider.

To the very end, I was his son.

He saw me only as his [son], the superman.

We were completely backwards.

But that guy had been my father the entire way.

And he continued being a father, even while he had to move around and balance so many things.

And then, he protected me until the very end.

He, the father, protected me, the son.

He risked it all, to save me.

Because it was the most natural act he could do as a father.

And because of that, he died.

It's a strange story.

Me, who isn't a child,

Paul, who was the father,

Paul, who had two real children,

Unlike my fake self, I mean, authentic, genuine children.

Unlike my fake self, who had his soul from another world put in a male body, he had two docile, cute daughters.

Norn and Aisha.

Now, I will have to be the one to protect them.

Don't you have two wives as well?

Zenith, who you searched hard for over so many years and finally found,

And Lilia, who supported you all that time until you could find her.

Two wives and two daughters.

Four people in total.

How could you leave these four people behind, Paul?

Weren't they the most important people to you?

…for Paul, perhaps I might have been one of those as well.

Two wives, two daughters, and his only son.

All five of us are equally important to him.

Although, I never watched him in the capacity of a father,

That guy's thoughts always cherished me.

AAH! SHIT! WHY THE FU- ARGH!

Paul.

Please, please forgive me…

How many times did you say it?

[Rudi, I'll try and treat you like a man.]

Did you treat me as a man?

I got married, I bought a house, I took in my sisters, and I felt like I became properly independent.

I came to help you. I even took an active role in the labyrinth party.

It was my intention to remain independent.

Did you have any trouble seeing it?

And at the end, helping me, even at the cost of your own life. What did you want to tell me with your last words?

Yet, why?

Damn it, why…

Why did you still protect me, who became independent?

When I have to go back to Norn and Aisha, how do I tell them about you?

With the current state of things, how should I explain it to them?

To the extent of Zenith, what should I do for her?

And from this point ahead, how should I continue?

Can you teach me, Paul?

Truthfully, what did you think about at the end?

Shit.

Did you expect to die?

Ahh, goddamn it!

Why did I have to let you die, Paul, just when you were finally going to be free of all your worries.

…If only he lived, no one else would have to be troubled in the end.

[Hah, this is no good, isn't it?]

Sadness overflowed.

My tears endlessly spill out.

During my life… no, my previous life, when my mother and father died, I never truly wept.

I didn't even think it was a sad thing.

Yet, when Paul died, the tears came.

It's sad.

It's hard to believe.

The one guy who wasn't supposed to disappear had disappeared.

Paul was my father.

He was my father.

Even if I never thought of him as a father,

As much as the ones of my previous life, he was my parent.

Part 5

I think and think,

I cry and cry,

I am so exhausted.

[…I don't want to do anything.]

With my lethargy, I have not been able to move from this one room.

Even if I know there are things that still need to be done, I cannot muster the energy.

I don't have enough power to leave the room even.

I sleep, I wake, and I sit.

Days wasted with barely changing my body posture.

Lilia and Elinalise took the time to come check up on me.

They talked about something with me.

However, I do not remember what it was.

It felt like I was suddenly listening to an unknown language, and I was unable to understand the words that they spoke.

Even if I understood the meaning of the words, it's still just as likely that I wouldn't have been able to give a proper reply.

I did not have the words.

I did not have the words, even for them.

Supposing,

Suppose for a moment that I, for example, could have handled a sword better in combat.

Then, I also could have helped in severing the neck of the Hydra.

Would Paul really have had to die then?

Paul and I would slice the heads off, and then Roxy and I would seal it with flames.

If I had been able to decapitate heads too, we could have defeated it far more easily than what actually happened.

Even if I could have at least worn touki.

Or, if I could have just dodged out of the way a bit faster.

By evading the attack of the Hydra, Paul wouldn't have had to protect me.

Or,

If I walloped Paul hard at that time, and made us return at once.

When we returned, we could have calmly held a strategy meeting.

We may have come up with a good plan for how to handle it.

Not the impulsive way we barely managed, but a really good idea.

If the plan was different, if it was just even a little different…

However, it's too late.

Paul has died.

I can no longer see the dead face of my parent.

Even if I come up with anything now, it is already far too late.

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