Visiting Grandparents House(Part-11)

=========Serene's POV==========

"Alright, take a deep breath and explain to me what you're talking about," I said to Hel-san, trying to calm her down.

Realizing that we were drawing too much attention, I suggested we continue our conversation in a more secluded area. So, she teleported us to a beautiful garden filled with blooming flowers.

"I'm saying that you're my mother," Hel-san exclaimed happily.

"But I don't recall giving birth to you. Who are you really?" I inquired.

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking confused.

"I mean, what is your full name, what do you do for a living, and why are you so powerful?" I prodded.

"My full name is Hela Nigritude. I'm a writer; I write novels and love reading them too. I'm powerful because I can destroy," she replied.

"Wait, you're a writer? We'll talk about that later. But can you explain why there are so many dead souls around you?" I asked.

"It's because of my skill. I can control death. By the way, why are you able to talk with me normally now?" she questioned.

"You mean, why am I able to communicate with you without any issues?" I clarified.

"Yes, that's what I meant," she nodded.

"It's probably due to my ability to absorb souls and bodies. Currently, I'm absorbing those souls," I explained.

"Ah, that's why I feel so light right now. It's like a heavy weight has been lifted off of me," she said, sounding surprised.

"I'm sorry for absorbing those souls. They might have been important to you," I apologized.

"No, I'm grateful," she said with a sad expression. "I've been surrounded by those souls since the day I was born. They're powerful, and they wouldn't let go of me. It's because of my skill. Because of them, I wasn't able to meet regular people. I can't freely roam the cities and other places. Whenever someone sees me, they get scared. I don't like it. I want to talk to others, laugh with them, but these souls won't let me go. No matter what I try to do to make them disappear, they're infinite. They just keep coming, and no one can stop them," she said in frustration, tears streaming down her face.

I could see the pain and sadness in her eyes. She just wants to have friends, but these dead souls prevent her from doing so. People are scared of her, and it hurts when others are afraid of you. They don't want to come near you, and they curse you because they're frightened of you. I could understand what she's going through. She has to live alone, and only a few people might accept her.

I hugged her and gently stroked her head, saying, "You've done well. You pushed yourself hard to try and make friends. You're a good girl."

I knew it wouldn't make her problems go away, but it would at least offer her some comfort.

She smiled brightly, wiping away her tears and said, "Thank you, mama."

She was so cute. Her smile was so bright, and I couldn't help but think she was the cutest.

"From now on, I'll be your friend, so you can share everything with me," I said.

"Yes," she responded with a bright smile. But a few seconds later, she put her finger on her cheek and asked, "But you're my mama, right? Um, you're my mama or my friend?"

"Do you really believe that I'm your mother?" I asked again.

"Yes, of course! You look like me, smell like me, and you're so kind and warm," she replied.

It was a little embarrassing, but if she wanted to call me her mother, I didn't mind. She had suffered so much, and maybe having a mother figure would help soothe her heart.

"I see. Then I am your mama, and a mother is always a girl's best friend," I said happily, patting her head.

She smiled and hugged me, saying, "Thank you, Mama, for coming back."

"Y-yeah," I replied. I wasn't quite sure why I was so awkward, but I tried to shake it off.

"So, you write novels?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"What have you written?"

"I've written a few series, but right now I'm working on 'Love in the Rain,'" she answered.

I hadn't read it yet, but I knew that my sisters were fans. It was one of the top-selling novels, and it had been around for centuries.

I thought it had almost 300 volumes.

"Isn't that the top-selling one? I haven't read it yet. What's the story about?" I asked.

"You haven't read it?" she asked, surprised.

"It has so many volumes that I get scared of reading it," I admitted.

"That's okay. I'll give you the first few volumes. I want you to read it," she said, blushing.

She was absolutely cute.

"I'd be glad to take you up on that offer. What kind of story is it?" I asked again.

"It has so many volumes that I get scared of reading it," I admitted.

"That's okay. I'll give you the first few volumes. I want you to read it," she said, blushing.

She was absolutely cute.

"I'd be glad to take you up on that offer. What kind of story is it?" I asked again.

"It's about a lonely girl's journey to find true love and a place to rest," she answered.

I couldn't help but feel like she was writing about herself.

"I'd love to read it. When do you think you'll finish the novel? I mean, it's famous, but I'm curious if it will keep going for a few more years or not," I said.

"I want to finish it soon. The original story ended at volume 50, but people wanted me to keep writing, so I had no choice but to keep going. Right now, most of the story follows a happy family," she explained.

"I see. You're really awesome," I said, patting her head again.

"Ehehe," she giggled.

My heart melted at her cute smile.

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