Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!
Chapter 125: D44. Story

Chapter 125: D44. Story

"Have you really decided to pass that thing on to this child?"

Although village chief grandma should have been the visiting guest, she ended up playing host to the Hero and the grandfather.

Eh, why did it turn out like this?

While enjoying her morning tea, the Hero was suddenly struck by confusion, but before she could grasp the issue, village chief grandma spoke up indifferently.

"Is it really appropriate for her to take over that taboo legacy?"

An initial confusion was swept away by an even greater one.

Even the Hero realized something was amiss, hurriedly swallowing the sweet and crispy pastry in her mouth, and looked up at village chief grandma in surprise.

Their family’s legacy, isn’t it an important secret?

Why would village chief grandma know about it, something even Father never mentioned?

"Um, as a scholar of the Hall, drawing analogies is not difficult for you, so you should see it more clearly than I do.

"This child has become the Hero; she possesses that talent."

The grandfather did not deny it or show surprise, simply nodding.

At these words, village chief grandma’s expression turned somewhat melancholic.

"I am just someone who has been in contact with it more, we were the two smartest children in the village back then. If you hadn’t been trapped here and had gone to the Capital with me..."

"Those are all things of the past. Besides, you didn’t need to return to this remote countryside to be the village chief. With your scholarship, you could have ascended to higher realms. I advised you so many times..."

The grandfather too, sighed with his head lowered.

Seeing the grandfather’s gloomy expression, village chief grandma instead gave a faint smile.

"Hehe, I’ve hit a bottleneck, and all that should be passed on has been taught to the right person.

"Continuing my research wouldn’t bring any breakthroughs, returning here is also like retiring gloriously after serving my time. And moreover..."

She shook her head, casting a complex gaze toward the grandfather.

"You know, what hindered my progress wasn’t the quality of the environment, nor did it have anything to do with you, it was my own ignorance back in the day."

For a moment, both elders fell into silence.

Caught between the two, the Hero looked around, wanting to ask questions but realizing her voice was still hoarse.

After all, the Hero wasn’t without friends, her bosom friend could also be considered her Qing Mei.

Comparing herself as a reference, she felt that the grandfather and village chief grandma seemed to be more than just friends.

What exactly is the relationship between grandfather and village chief grandma?

Her emerald eyes were filled with confusion.

Thinking it over, she wrote her doubts in a notebook and lifted it up towards them.

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Once upon a time, in a remote village, there were two exceptional young people.

The eldest son of an ancient Noble family, and the only daughter of the village chief.

Both possessed extraordinary intelligence and shared grand ambitions that would not settle for mediocrity.

The boy dreamed of traveling through various countries, studying the numerous peculiar folklore of the vast world; whilst the girl was dedicated to exploring the past, seeking to uncover the multitude of secrets buried beneath the sands of time.

So unique were they in the village that they naturally drew to each other.

Folklore and history — these overlapping fields in many aspects — and their common hobbies and ambitions, made the two young people become close confidants with no secrets between them.

However, even as the Noble’s son and the village chief’s daughter, the knowledge and experiences they could garner in the modest countryside were limited.

Their hometown, which had nurtured them, was gradually unable to satisfy their growth.

To broaden their horizons and improve themselves, it was essential to move to larger cities, ascend to higher realms, and step onto stages where more knowledge and scholars gathered.

Growing up together, learning together, sharing troubles and joys, the two friends made a promise during their childhood and adolescence:

"When the day comes, let’s set out together!"

At that time, both firmly believed that such times would last forever, until they both grew up, until they both grew old.

But one day, the boy’s father fell critically ill out of the blue.

Soon after a long night’s talk in the sickroom, the boy’s father passed away.

That was when everything changed.

She attended the funeral, wept in his embrace, yet failed to notice the other intentions hidden beneath the boy’s expression of pain.

The girl remained naive and unaware.

Although she inherited a Noble Title, her family was not the Lord of this place.

Once out of grief, surely the boy would set out with her.

After all, they weren’t bound by anything, or so the girl thought.

But when the day actually arrived, the boy coldly refused the girl’s outstretched hand.

"Why won’t you leave with me?"

Confused, heartbroken, even angry, but faced with such emotions, the boy offered no explanation or response.

"Then just rot in this backwater for life, worthless!"

Feeling betrayed, the girl hurled the most hurtful words she could think of at the boy.

Then she left.

She went on to a higher institution, buried herself in study, and learned much deeper knowledge, meeting more outstanding people.

The anger in her heart, with the passing of time, was diluted by the sea of knowledge.

Although she was studying the past of the world, she seemed to have forgotten her own childhood and adolescence, as if she never knew that boy, constantly seeking in the field of history.

She found like-minded partners, formed an enviable family, and in her continuous study and research, even gained the recognition of the Knowledge Hall, achieving a status unattainable by the rural Nobility.

Even though her partner passed away before her, she still had filial descendants and endless knowledge waiting to be explored.

The boy from her memories had long been pushed to the back of her mind.

Until one day, as she reached the end of her field, she came upon a hidden secret.

"The Taboo Legacy...Hunting Knowledge..."

Memories she thought she had forgotten resurfaced, from the distant past, from the depths of history.

Each moment, each minute, each scene was so vivid as if she never left that village, never parted from the boy.

How did the boy watch her leave angrily and without understanding?

That smile with loneliness and contentment—and the faint darkness that lingered by his side.

"What did I say back then—"

He didn’t wish to stay.

He wished to be with her.

He was bound to that land; to prevent the darkness from affecting her, he chose a silent farewell.

From the beginning to the end, the only ignorant one was herself.

The now elderly woman unknowingly shed tears, dampening the precious documents.

Thus, the Hall’s scholar resigned and returned to this countryside to become an inconspicuous village chief.

"It’s just an insignificant past, hehe."

Noticing the puzzled look of the Hero, the village chief grandma smiled and stroked her dark hair.

"However, the color really does resemble your grandfather."

[village chief grandma’s history studies (Critical Success +70, Bottleneck -10, History higher than 84 will gain some understanding of the Taboo Legacy.)]

D20+70=d20(2)+70=72

Note: Below five categories, if lower than the Knowledge Level, will succeed in giving relevant suggestions.

[Judgment: The fairy tale of the Siren Princess]

D100=d100(33)=33

[Judgment: Goblin migration history]

D80=d80(4)=4

[Judgment: The ancient philosophy of the Martial Monk]

D100=d100(23)=23

[Judgment: The history of Emblem development]

D100=d100(92)=92

[Judgment: The legend of the Beast Spirit]

D100+20=d100(12)+20=32

"Is that so, that’s why you can’t speak... I see."

village chief grandma meticulously reads line by line the autobiography Hero wrote yesterday.

The pleasing handwriting brings a gentle curve to her eyes.

The advantage of writing it down is not having to organize the words and narrate it once more.

But unexpectedly, a journal originally meant for grandfather to read is now handed over to another person to read, causing the Hero sitting beside to blush slightly.

"How about it, do you have any suggestions?" asks the hero who cannot speak for himself, while grandfather is uncommonly perturbed.

"I can’t help her much there, I know too little."

This elderly man, who has etched sternness into the deep furrows of his face, now speaks with a voice filled with guilt and frustration.

Being bound invisibly to this village for decades, as a folklore scholar he is essentially a failure.

Even though he raised a Mage like Hero’s father, he dares not claim whether it was more due to his contributions or his son’s innate talent being so extraordinary.

"Don’t say that."

As Hero picks up pen and paper with a trace of worry, village chief grandma raises her head from his autobiography and smiles gently at grandfather.

"Aren’t you still asking me?"

The old woman of the same advanced age blinked her eyes, revealing a touch of girlish cunning.

In an instant, it seemed as though they had returned to the days when they studied together and sought each other’s counsel, grandfather’s expression relaxed as he chuckled and shook his head.

"You never give up..."

It seems that it was she who used to ask him for guidance more often back in the day, wasn’t it?

"Alright, anyway, I’ve roughly understood your granddaughter’s situation."

village chief grandma gently puts down the handwritten pages of Hero’s autobiography.

"Losing her voice is a side effect of the Siren Princess’s legacy, the target of the hunt is the Goblin, and the professions are Martial Monk and Beast Spirit Mage..."

The old woman leans back slightly in her chair, her blue eyes closing gently, rippling like the ocean, stirring up waves of knowledge.

[About Hero’s loss of voice——]

1. Siren Grave

2. Royal Blood

3. Magic: rippling sound of water LV3

4. Orange Letter Flower

5. 1

6. 2

7. 3

8. 4

9. No solution

10. Critical Success♛/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(10)=10

D2=d2(1)=1

[About the fairy tale of the Siren Princess Critical Success!]

1. The blood of a Little Girl will do♛

2. Siren Grave is in that village

3. Mage dagger is collected in the village chief’s house

4. The kiss of a Little Girl will do(?)

5. 1

6. 2

7. 3

8. Beside that village is the flower field

9. Recommendation letter from the Royal Capital Academy

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(1)=1

[About the history of Goblin migration (Critical Success)]

[The distance of the Remaining Goblin Group from the village (in Chocobo hours, the higher the number the farther away, the higher the Map Level)]

D100+10=d100(5)+10=15

[About the Remnant Goblins (Extreme Failure of the distance, will enter hostile environment or desperate struggle)]

1. There are no remnants left

2. Likely plotting an Assault on other nearby villages♛

3. Desolate Mountain Swamp

4. Hallucinatory Forest

5. Eternal Winter Cave

6. 1

7. 2

8. 3

9. Collective suicide

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(2)=2