Chapter 62: Debaser
With some sarcasm intended, I love having to put off doing something, due to other demands. While I was originally planning on visiting Girts yesterday, I had a whole host of chores that I needed to due around the house, before I could do anything else. With only having been away from the house for two days, the garden had sprouted out way too many weeds that I needed to remove.
It took me a good portion of the morning, prior to having some type of lunch, to clean up half the garden, and there was still the other half to do. Add on to that, some of the produce was ready to be harvested. Not that much of it, but with how large the garden I had, which was to supply sustenance for the whole of a year, it adds up to be a large amount, relatively quickly.
It was not that late into the day by the time that I was done with those chores, before I remembered that I had the duty to take care of my, um, I do not know what I should call that. For the time being, I am still treating it as a human, so providing food and water, along with making sure it is clean, are still things that I am doing. While I would be completely dishonest to say that I did not see that creature named Vezena naked, because of needing to make sure that it was clean, I did need to remove its clothing.
While that creature had some attractiveness, not of any great measure, but seeing it in that state, I could not even hope to enjoy seeing a naked woman, for the first time in over eighteen years. Now to say that I had not seen a naked female in this life is a lie, but I do not count Mother, or Katarina, who bathed with me when I was a child, as women. First of all, Katarina was a child. Secondly, Mother is my mother, not a woman for me to think about in that manner. That is wrong in so many ways, if I would be thinking them as any type of flesh to be enjoyed, in any way.
*Shudder*
I did heal some of that creature's wounds, on the surface level, but having seen it in a state of undress, there were numerous older wounds covered by the clothes that I did not heal previously. Long, harsh slashes, of some sort, showed a canvas of scars, healed and in the process of being healed. What had this creature gone through, that it was injured to this extent?
During the whole time I was messing with its body, there was no reaction to show that it would be waking up anytime in the near future. There was nothing else for me to do to it, for the time being. Covering it up, a left it alone.
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I had reported what had occurred with the mouse. I did not lie in the slightest, when I was telling the story to Girts, but, I did leave out some details. Trying to tell him that my foe, who had a fair chance of killing me, was a common, though an Unleashed, mouse, was not a way to insure confidence in my skills. When he did ask me what type of thing I encountered, I evaded and said that it was just a vicious beast that had become Unleashed.
I did not bring up anything to do with the other subject that I encountered, and now had imprisoned. Girts had built some trust in me, and I needed that trust to ensure my quality of life. So, how could I justify my actions towards that creature? No, I could not talk to him about that situation.
As for Muceni, when I went over to visit her, she was no where to be seen. I only saw Muceni as another Unleashed, that I could use for guidance. I forgot, though, that she was a healer, and that there are times that she would not be at home, due to the requirements of her work.
I did try to wait around for her for a while, in the chance that she would come back. But, after waiting around for an hour or more, by the time that she would come back, she would be tired. While she might help me out with my problems, at that time, it would not be proper of me to ambush her with my problem. For now, I need to handle the situation to the best of my ability.
Walking back home, I try to make some rudimentary plans on what I should do with my problem. Vezena did attack me, and I responded in kind. I still want to know why she attacked me when she did, after having me wake up in time to face the mouse.
If that creature had not alerted me to the presence of the mouse, it would have been an easy murder for the mouse. I would have been yet one more person that had fallen to its attack. Another victim for it to forget about. The creature acted out of character at some point, and I need an answer to which time it was acting out of character, and which was the true character.
To answer that question, I need to try and heal its mental wounds, that I gave it. This is some sadistic joke, in that I have to heal the one that was attempting to kill me. Maybe it would have been less complicated, to leave it alone yesterday, when I left the battlegrounds.
Why do I keep acquiring burdens in my life, when I want to live a simple and uncomplicated life? I am bringing these problems to my own front door, and I always regret it as soon as I think about the hassle that I will have to face. How easy it would be, if I had never come back here, and just lived a life of a hermit, away from anyone, and everyone, else.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
ApollyonDais
ApollyonDais Why do I keep spinning webs that I need to clean up? I could have made this part of the story a lot simpler. Instead I am being masochistic, and enjoying forcing myself to struggle to try to keep a consistent narrative.
Thanks for reading. ANd thanks to all who have sent power stones my way.
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