I Became the Emergency Food Supply of the Bear Family - Chapter 53

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Episode 53

Pallas looked down at Ber quietly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Come now, reach out your hand. The moment you touch the wound, it will vanish.”
……
“Go on. Surely you don’t wish for my death?”
“This is no time for jokes!”
Ber clenched her eyes shut and wrapped both hands around Pallas’s wound.
The space before her seemed to brighten, and Ber suddenly opened her eyes. Light—a dazzling radiance pouring forth from beneath her own hands.

“By the Circulation of Power, you should be able to see it now.”

This light… is this the power of Eostre?
Her astonishment was brief; a strange voice began to reach Ber’s ears.
“You’ve come again tonight. Entering a lady’s chamber without so much as a knock—I do think it rather rude.”
It was a soft, refined feminine voice.
The woman laughed gently, then spoke to someone else.
“Perhaps you ought to repay this rudeness with Beast Transformation, Pallas.”
The familiar sound of a tongue clicking came, and her vision flooded white.

Soon her sight darkened. When vision returned, a dimly lit room lay before her, illuminated by a few candles.
A sofa sat in one corner of the room. A woman, reclining against it with a smile, stretched both arms open, and the Manul Cat Form approached her slowly, with a reluctant expression. Then it leapt suddenly into her embrace.
“Ah, yes. Your tail is my favorite thing in the world, Pallas.”
The woman rubbed her cheek shamelessly against the Manul Cat’s thick tail, her face creasing with happiness.
It lasted only a moment. The woman’s expression changed. In her golden eyes, as she stroked the cat, sorrow had gathered.
“You know, Pallas. Next week, I won’t be here anymore.”
At her melancholic tone, the Manul Cat lifted its head.
“I’m getting married!”
The woman spoke in deliberately brighter tones, watching the Manul Cat’s eyes as they searched her face.
As if he had already known, there was no change in the cat’s gaze.
“I don’t think I’ll be returning to the Empire. So perhaps tonight might be the last time I see you, Pallas.”
The woman’s thumb slowly brushed across the Manul Cat’s forehead.
“Pallas. Please, watch over our house. My brother always wears a smile, but truly he must be afraid. Unlike me, he carries the burden of the Grizzly Family.”
Accepting the gentle touch, the Manul Cat gazed up at the woman.
Afraid. Yes, he would be. The Empire cannot accept those of foreign blood. That is why this girl must depart from where she belongs.
“Do you know? You’ve been my comfort, Pallas. I’ll never forget you.”
The woman pulled the Manul Cat close. She drew a breath as if stifling tears and whispered at the cat’s ear.
“From afar, from a place we cannot meet—always. I will hope for your happiness.”
The woman’s trembling hand stroked the Manul Cat’s back. The cat remained still in her embrace. Waiting—until she could weep no more.

Soon her vision grew bright.
Ber gasped, drawing breath sharply as her eyes opened.
Ber looked around, bewildered. Theodore, Ribe, and Pallas still stood beside the bed, watching her.
“……Did I fall asleep again?”
“Yes. Only for a moment—about five minutes.”
As Ber tried to sit up, Ribe supported her carefully. Caught in disbelief at the experience, Ber was half-dazed when Pallas began pressing her with questions.
“Another dream? Who appeared in this one?”
It had been an unusually vivid dream. So vivid that Ber could remember even the woman’s clothing.
“A woman with chestnut hair and golden eyes… and you in Beast Transformation form, Pallas.”
“So Dorothy appeared, then.”
Pallas’s yellow eyes stared into the empty air for a moment. His expression twisted slightly, bittersweet, before he continued his questioning.
“Yes. What was Dorothy saying?”
“That she was getting married, and would leave the Empire because of it, so she couldn’t come see you anymore. She asked you to watch over her family.”
“Hmm. So it was that night, then.”
The last time he had spoken with her.
As Pallas murmured this, Theodore abruptly asked a question.
“Pallas, did you say Dorothy?”
“In your terms—yes. Your great-grandmother.”
Theodore’s great-grandmother? I dreamed an old memory of hers?
Seeing Ber’s shock, Pallas released a deep sigh.
“Anyway. Entangled with such a bold bear—what trouble it’s brought me.”
Muttering something incomprehensible, Pallas raised his head again and looked down at Ber.
“Ber. In that dream, you met an ancestor of the Grizzly Family. Dorothy Grizzly. You’ve surely never heard that name before.”
……
Pallas was right. It was a name that had never appeared in the story. The incomprehensibility of the situation continued to mount, making it impossible to gather her thoughts.
What on earth, how much backstory had been written?
“And look.”
Pallas held his arm before Ber’s eyes.
“The bleeding has long since stopped, and the wound—not a trace remains. This is the Power of Spring you possess. Can you still not believe?”
Ber tilted her head and ran her fingertips over Pallas’s wrist. It was indeed smooth. Moments ago, blood had been dripping steadily to the ground.
“……Didn’t you heal it yourself, Pallas?”
Ber looked up at Pallas cautiously and asked. But she regretted the question instantly. His expression had twisted in a way that defied description.
I’ve never seen that look before. He’s completely worn out.
“But still, you suddenly say I’m the Incarnation of Eostre—how am I supposed to believe that!”
“Enough! It doesn’t matter if you believe or not. It’s the truth anyway.”
He barked this as though surrendering, then turned away with his arms crossed.
“You said it yourself the moment you woke up. That you felt relieved.”
“What?”
“The fever that plagued you periodically—it will likely vanish now. By using the Power of Spring, circulation has begun in the power trapped within your small body.”
At Pallas’s words, Ber unconsciously pressed her hand to her head. Beyond the fever itself, the faint headache that had persisted for so long—it seemed to have vanished.
A dream of a scene that never appeared in the original, of a person who never appeared. A fever with unknown cause. Pallas’s wounds, vanished without trace. A condition that felt oddly excellent.
Everything keeps falling into place!
“How’s that. Your body must be in excellent condition right now. Your mind clear, your mood refreshed—doesn’t it feel like you could do anything?”
As if reading Ber’s wavering heart, Pallas smiled.
“……All right. I’ll believe you.”
Just as Pallas’s expression began to brighten, Ber added one more thing.
“Halfway, though.”
“What?”
“If the fact that I possess the Power of Spring is truth in any case, I’ll come to believe it in time.”
Ber repeated back exactly what Pallas had said.
That was the only conclusion she could draw now.
Theodore, Ribe, Pallas—she knew these were not people who would deceive her.
The Power of Spring as described in the story and the Power of Spring as Pallas explained it—perhaps the difference lay in the fact that the original explanation itself had been incomplete.
‘It might have been revealed in the ending I never read.’
The truth about the Incarnation of Eostre.
And if I truly am the Incarnation of Eostre, perhaps it’s fortunate after all.
In the story, the Imperial court desired the power of Eostre. That’s why they mobilized the Sled Dog Knights and the Imperial Knights to take Enya.
‘And Theodore cannot refuse that command.’
The Emperor and Theodore are bound by an Oath-Bond.
With only the power of a mere adopted daughter of a count’s house, there’s no strength to change the Imperial court’s actions. This time too, they would likely order Theodore to bring the Incarnation of Eostre.
But Theodore, who overprotects her so much he won’t even let her leave Biern—perhaps he might break even the Oath-Bond.
‘But it’s all right.’
When that time comes, I can simply go to the Imperial court myself.

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