I Was a Crazy, Berserker-Type Dungeon Streamer, but When I Helped a Beautiful Dungeon Streamer and Treated Her Politely, It Was Revealed That I Was Actually a Normal Person - 25

Chapter 25: Can’t See Him?

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“THIEF!!!”

I fell to the ground due to the impact of being hit on the head. 

“O-O-Ouchhh…”

It seemed I was kicked by someone. While rubbing the spot where I was kicked, I scanned my surroundings. However, I didn’t see anyone around, or anything, for that matter. 

Could it be….

“I-Is it a ghost?!”

I focused my mind, trying to sense the presence of the thing that had just kicked me, but there were no signs of monsters or people around.

That means… Was it really a ghost…? Ghost actually existed…?!

“Who’s a ghost, you idiot!!! I’m right here!”

Suddenly, the same voice came from somewhere. However, no matter how many times I looked around, I still couldn’t see the owner of the said voice. 

“I’m right here! Here! The heck?! Are your eyes just for decoration?!”

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!”

My cheek was pulled, along with the sound of someone’s angry voice. When I turned around…

“A dwarf…?”

A tiny person, about the size of a palm, was floating in the air. He wore a small knit cap that suited his small size and his mouth was covered by a pure white beard. However, upon closer inspection, there was something distinctive that separated him from looking like a human… The small wings growing from his back.

“Wrong! Can’t you see these wings?! Or is it normal for humans to have wings in the place you live?!”

“Ah, I see… So the difference between you and a normal dwarf is like the difference between a winged ant and a regular ant, huh? Okay. I get it, I get it now.”

In that case, this person is practically a dwarf, albeit a winged dwarf. I see. So this person just wants to emphasize his unique feature, which is his wings. I see, I see. What a vain person, but well, it’s not exactly harmful so it’s okay.

“Wait, wait, wait! I somehow have a feeling you’re jumping to the wrong conclusions here… Just to clarify, I’m a pixie… A part of a fairy clan, you know?”

“Pixie…?”

I frowned. I racked my brain, trying to remember if there was a pixie monster, but I had never heard of a pixie monster before. In other words, this must be a super rare monster that could only be found in the deep level of this dungeon. 

Seeing my confusion, the Pixie Grandpa spoke up again. 

“I can feel you’re jumping to the wrong conclusions again… Just so you know, we’re not like those mindless monsters. We have intelligence that rivals humans and magic arts that far exceeds those of humans.”

“H-Hoo…”

Cold sweat trickled down from my forehead, dropping onto the ground with a soft splat. While it was true that there were certain monster species that could speak human languages, or special unique monsters who could do that, but all of them were extremely powerful. Something like Ancient Dragons, or Demons and all of them were ranked S or higher. If this creature had the same power as those monsters… I wouldn’t stand a chance. No. I might not be able to escape from here alive. 

“So? Pixie-san, why are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because of that peach you’re holding!”

“This?”

I glanced down at the peach in my hand.

“That’s the peach we, pixies, grow! I’m angry because you took our peaches without permission!”

While looking absolutely furious, the Pixie Grandpa flew to the peach I was holding and snatched it from my hand. I watched the scene unfold silently, pondering my circumstances. 

…Something’s not right. This is weird. This is very weird. For starters, monsters don’t grow peaches and even if they can speak human language, they can’t speak so fluently like this Pixie Grandpa. This Pixie Grandpa is basically as good as a native speaker. And the most suspicious thing of all… Even though Pixie Grandpa is clearly angry at me, but he shows no sign of wanting to use force against me. 

A certain conclusion came to my mind. 

Does that mean he’s not a monster…?

“He-Hey! Pixie Grandpa!”

“What? You’re talking to me?”

“Are you really a monster?!”

When I asked him that question, Pixie Grandpa seemed to be pondering my question for a moment before he answered. 

“…I don’t know about humans’ classification. You guys just decide to classify us on your own. We are ‘the Pixie of the Fairy Clan,’ that’s all. Besides…”

“Besides…?”

“We don’t really remember the rest. We call ourselves part of the fairy clan, but we don’t really remember anything about the fairy clan.”

What does that mean? 

The mystery kept on increasing. 

“Ohh… Maybe you’re already becoming forgetful due to old age?”

“I’M NOT SENILE! When we pixies fled into this forest, we lost almost all of our memories. We only have the memories when we arrive in this forest.”

“Fled? From what?”

“I don’t remember. We can’t remember anything before our arrival to this forest.”

Pixie Grandpa said this in a seemingly dejected way as he cast his gaze downward. 

“100 years have passed since then. We’ve been living peacefully in this forest, growing peaches, hunting boars. We’re living our life leisurely.”

The sensation of my common sense crumbling inside my head was almost tangible. Pixie Grandpa wasn’t a monster, but at the same time, he wasn’t a human either. He was some sort of unknown life form that I had never encountered before. Pixie Grandpa lived deep within the depths of the Okutama Dungeon. 

I was pondering what I should do when my drone appeared at the edge of my vision. 

That’s right! I’m in the middle of a stream!

I quickly checked the comment section, and was left speechless.

[Who are you talking to?]

[You fell to the deep level and now you’re talking to yourself? LOL]

[Hiiragi finally lost it.]

[I can’t bear to watch this…]

[SNAP OUT OF IT! PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR SENSES!]

It seemed the viewers couldn’t hear Grandpa Pixie’s voice. They couldn’t even see him.

Am I hallucinating? Or is this an auditory hallucination? Or maybe….

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