Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 1956: Origin of the sea witches (2)

Ultimately, the hidden history of the sea witches exposed a reality deeply woven into the very bedrock of this world.

At the end of the day, a person is powerless unless they possess the necessary strength to act.

Regarding the sea witches, they attained enough power to remain untouched by outside forces.

The original sea witch was a unique individual gifted with extraordinary talents.

In my previous life, such a condition would have been identified as Savant Syndrome.

While that first sea witch possessed an uncanny talent for brewing potions, she wasn't the antisocial hermit one might imagine. Instead, she applied her gifts to assist others, and she quickly attracted followers eager to study under her guidance.

However, transmitting her abilities required her to pass on a specific something else as well.

“It is true that our potions still utilize that essence, though we have transitioned away from it since discovering more potent ingredients...” Zyra whispered to herself after absorbing the kraken's explanation.

“Is that the case? That essence was the primary reason the tyrant god directed his fury toward the sea witches in the first place,” the kraken remarked, sounding quite surprised.

“Well, it serves as the foundation for most of our concoctions, but it isn't irreplaceable. We were forced to adapt during a period when that essence was scarce.”

“The mortal capacity for adaptation is truly remarkable,” the kraken noted with an air of amazement.

The creature spoke as if it existed entirely outside the mortal realm.

On second thought, that perspective made sense, considering the kraken served as a divine messenger. Having been naturally saturated with the divine energy required for such a role, it could already be viewed as a partial god.

“Regardless, the tyrant god cares little whether you have moved on or not. That deity is obsessed only with what occurred in the past. The mere fact that you utilized it once is reason enough for him to hunt you down,” the kraken stated, its voice dripping with contempt.

“Then why did he remain idle when we established a relationship between the sea witches and the Merman Empire?” I suddenly interjected.

The kraken fell into a sudden silence upon hearing my question.

The expression on its face made it obvious that the kraken lacked a definitive answer.

Despite its previous aggression, the creature became quiet when confronted with these specific inquiries.

It wasn't just the banished races that had been isolated; these beings had also cut themselves off from the rest of existence. It wasn't surprising that the kraken appeared uncertain now.

Yet, I harbored the same suspicions.

Given this newly revealed history, it felt extremely odd that Aquaron never intervened when I first sought out the sea witches.

If the gods wanted to prevent me from interacting with them, they certainly had the means to reach me. It would have been a simple matter for a god like Aquaron to summon me or provide a divine omen to halt my progress.

So, why was there no interference?

Was it due to my status as the god’s chosen representative, or was there another factor at play?

A dull ache throbbed in my head; attempting to decipher the logic of a god while being a mere mortal was an exhausting task. This wasn't the sort of dilemma a normal mortal usually had to face.

After a prolonged silence, Zyra spoke up, “It is irrelevant for now, as we all face a common foe.”

The kraken looked skeptical, but it eventually gave a slow nod of concurrence.

Moving past the topic, the kraken questioned, “What other legacies have been handed down by your predecessors, Elder Sea Witch?”

“What are you referring to?” Zyra asked, looking puzzled.

The kraken replied composedly, “In the past, we conducted exchanges with the sea witches, including certain information that might interest you. I am simply unsure what knowledge has survived the generations, so I don't know what I should provide.”

Zyra’s eyes sparkled instantly at his words. “Come, follow me. I will show you my personal research,” she offered.

This was not an invitation she would extend to just anyone, but the kraken’s high status made it a trustworthy enough entity to see her work.

The kraken nodded, accepting her proposal.

It appeared the creature held the sea witches in much higher regard than the Merman Empire, despite both groups being merfolk.

Evidently, the ancient history shared between the kraken and the sea witches was not something easily discarded.

Since Zyra intended to display her experiments, she needed to return to her laboratory where her records were kept. This required escorting the kraken away from the capital of the Merman Empire to the sea witches' territory.

The Merman King appeared hesitant about the move, but he finally relented when I told him, “I will keep an eye on them.”

After all, I was the only person the kraken actually obeyed.

So, despite his lingering fears that the kraken might cause a disturbance, the Merman King allowed the creature to depart from the capital.

Our small party traveled together to Zyra’s laboratory.

While the two of them were deep in their own discussion, I turned to the former crown prince. “Are there any records kept around here? I'd like to examine them myself.”

The former crown prince was taken aback, yet he agreed to guide me.

However, as he led the way, I noticed the peculiar look he was giving me.