"For the sake of the Goddess of Vampires, please stop. It's quite simple. He's the son of a Duke who was tormented by his own half-brother from another wife, as logic would suggest." Seraphina intervened, her frustration evident in her tone.
"Yeah, You're right, he was my half-brother, who wanted to kill me for a pathetic reason," The young boy said.
"Allow me to greet my savior; you saved me. I am thankful from the bottom of my heart. I apologize for the misunderstanding. My name is Charles, Charles Everhart, son of Duke Everhart," He bowed and showed utmost respect.
"Oh gosh, it was nothing, just a simple swish and woosh for an amazing bat like me," Bong replied with a blush, playfully gesturing with his wings as if downplaying his actions.
"My name is Bong," He said with a smile, extending a wing in a friendly gesture.
"Dong? " Charles said.
"No, no, Bong, Bong," He corrected with a chuckle, his expression amused by the misunderstanding.
"Ding Dong?" Charles repeated once more, his tone reflecting his continued confusion about Bong's name.
"No, not Ding Dong either! It's Bong, like B-O-N-G," He spelled out, his wings forming the letters in the air as he spoke.
Again Seraphina who was standing besides the Bong, her face showing the irritated the expression with all the confusion going again and again and she smile like irritated.
"Oh, alright, I've got it now. Bong, it's nice to meet my saviors," Charles said, finally getting the name right.
But as the lighthearted conversation continued, a sudden realization dawned on Bong, his face transforming into a mask of shock.
"Wait, you can understand me?" Bong exclaimed, his surprise evident in his tone.
"Huh, yes I can. We've been talking for a while now," Charles replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Wait, you're telling me you understand the intricate nuances of bat monster language? Impressive!" Bong raised a wing to his chin in a comical display of mock contemplation.
"Because I can understand the language of monsters, it's not a secret everyone knows," Charles replied with a somewhat resigned smile, as if acknowledging that this skill wasn't as unique or exciting as it might seem.
"Seriously, were you born with some special abilities? You must be the special son in your family," Bong asked, his brow furrowing in genuine curiosity.
"Are you serious? Do you think these abilities are worth praising? It's just a pathetic skill of mine," Charles responded with a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.
Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, he collapsed to his knees, his heart heavy with the weight of his abilities. He yelled out his frustration and despise for the very skill that set him apart. Tears streamed down his face, a mixture of anger, confusion, and self-doubt.
Bong's expression shifted to one of complete confusion. He couldn't quite grasp the reasoning behind Charles' words, and his face reflected his bewilderment. Unable to watch Charles struggle with self-doubt about his own skill, Bong flew towards him, gently placing his wings on him and spoke reassuringly.
"What are you spouting nonsense? It's more than just a skill to communicate with monsters; it's a skill with boundless potential. Think about it when you possess the ability to understand monsters, you're granted a glimpse into their hearts and minds. Monsters aren't always the ruthless creatures they're portrayed as. They have fears, desires, and stories, just like any other being.
Picture a world where we bridge the gap between our races, where understanding and unity reign. It's not only about preventing mindless destruction; it's about celebrating diversity. When you comprehend someone's heart, you gain insight into their intentions, hopes, and struggles. This skill doesn't just break language barriers; it shatters the walls that divide us.
So, don't downplay this skill. It's a gift that holds the potential to transform the world, one conversation at a time."
Bong's voice carried a fervent passion, his eyes reflecting the depth of his belief as he spoke of the possibility for connection and empathy that his unique skill offered.
After hearing someone praise him for being born with special abilities, especially coming from an unknown monster like Bong, Charles felt a heavy sensation in his chest. It wasn't a painful feeling, but rather a mixture of emotions he couldn't quite put into words.
For the first time, he was receiving recognition and appreciation for who he was, rather than being pitied or disregarded.
With a heart weighed down by both the pain of his past and the newfound warmth he was experiencing, Charles decided to open up. He began to share his life story, one he had grown to resent.
He spoke of a life lived in the shadows, marked by darkness and hopelessness. Every door seemed closed to him, and he felt trapped in his circumstances. However, in the midst of this despair, an unexpected savior appeared: a small, unassuming bat.
Charles' life had always felt like an uphill struggle. Born without the kind of bloodline skills that ran in his family, he often found himself overshadowed by his siblings. They radiated power and potential, while he felt like a shadow in comparison. Mana and aura seemed to flow through their veins effortlessly, but he remained untouched by such gifts.
In the midst of this familial imbalance, he stumbled upon an unexpected revelation - the ability to understand and communicate with monsters. It was as if a hidden door had swung open, revealing a path he never knew existed.
This newfound skill felt like a lifeline, a chance to prove his worth and finally earn a place within his family's ranks. The idea of being recognized, even praised, for something he could uniquely offer filled him with a warmth he had rarely known.
This newfound skill felt like a lifeline, a chance to prove his worth and finally earn a place within his family's ranks. The idea of being recognized, even praised, for something he could uniquely offer filled him with a warmth he had rarely known.
With a heart brimming with hope, he imagined a world where he could bridge the gap between humans and monsters, proving his own value and forging connections that transcended appearances. It was a chance to show that even in the absence of grandeur, there was beauty in the simple act of understanding.