I could see it now. You never really intended to let me go. Your promise was a lie. I could never return.
I used to toy with fish on the seafloor, too. I would build traps and let fish get caught inside them for fun.
Now I had become a fish as well. What goes around comes around. Retribution never fails.
Song He froze, not expecting that answer. The monster had learned the language surprisingly well.
After thinking briefly, he replied earnestly:
"No, I really will let you go. Raising you costs a lot of money, but to be honest, I won't let you go home immediately. I hope to release you after you reincarnate in your next life, because your memory inheritance is something land creatures and ordinary fish don't possess. I'd like to study it."
"Would you be able to accept that? If you have any requests, you can make them. I'll do my best to fulfill them."
What could I do if I refused? Would you let me go just because I refused?
I have no requests. Things are pretty good now. Mathematics is very interesting and enough to pass the time. It reminds me of some memories from my childhood.
"Memories from your childhood?" Song He asked curiously.
More accurately, they're memories from many generations ago. They're only fragments, and I can't remember them clearly.
During that period, I figured out some mathematical knowledge on my own without a teacher.
For example, I would count the number of large fish. I would draw a large square or circle in the sand, then smear feces along its perimeter to claim the territory.
Sometimes I would run out of feces before I finished smearing it.
So I came to understand some simple geometry on my own. I calculated