Chrysanthemum and Iris

Chapter 12 _ Helping people became a hobby?

Hi!

Some parts may not be specified as to who thought of them or spoke them, as I think that way the script can flow more easily and without being forced too much. Of course, in the future, if I change my mind and think specifying everything might be easier to write, I'll let you know.

By the way, I have a list of the main reactions I want to do, but they vary by arc and chapter (far apart in numbering), so I hope you guys don't mind. Also because I never specified that I would or would not react in ascending, non-believing or organized order.

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Chapter 12 _ Helping people became a hobby?

{Chapter 53 – Currently Thinking (1)}

"It's the third clip that takes place closer to the beginning"

"Although they have some number differences between them"

"20, 26 and now 53"

"And the title again… is it something random or are they taken from the transmigrator's thoughts?"

{Cale started to think.

‘Should I run?’

But that Whale’s pupils were accurately looking at him. He also seemed to be putting strength into his hands, as Cale could see the Whale’s fingers digging into the ground. His strength was unbelievable even though he seemed to be close to death.}

"Oh…"

Paseton remembers that, oh, he remembers it very well. It was the moment he thought he might never see his sister's or father's face again, or even persist despite the gazes of the other whales. Despite harboring a lot of resentment, Paseton grew angrier at the thought of not receiving the comments that would have heightened those feelings. For that would mean he was dead or he would have become stronger than all who looked down on him.

But at that moment there was no way he could get stronger, so he could only be angry that he was weak. But he still persists above all. And if, humiliating himself to ask a human for help, a stranger at that, was a way to at least die with dignity and be useful to his tribe, Paseton would do it.

Paseton would do anything for his tribe and his family. They might think he was weak but at least they never kicked him out or beat him to a pulp for being half human. For that he was grateful.

Sure, maybe his tribespeople didn't do anything since he's the son of the Whale King, but that doesn't change the fact that they didn't try on Paseton's life.

{He had a single question on his mind.

‘A Whale tribe member being hurt by mermaid poison?’

An answer quickly floated across Cale’s mind.

Mixed blood.}

There, on that screen, is Whitira's* brother. Half-dead, gone, pale-faced and gasping in pain, probably.

The brother she'd searched for all across the ocean, in every possible corner. Leaving aside the threat of the damn mermaids and going all out, swimming in every sea and crevice, after his brother. Or his corpse.

But she didn't, and now she can see why.

Paseton* died on a small piece of land, out of the sea. If he had died in the waters of the sea, his scent would have spread and could be smelled by Whitira*. But no, Paseton* died from mermaid venom and soil.