Chapter 10 – Hero (3)
Four days have already passed since Arya was abducted by the hero Astein.
Of course, the sexual aegyo side was upset.
He probably didn’t know that the hero would perform an act outside the standard of kidnapping a saint.
The Church posted a formal complaint to the Kingdom of Gaul and demanded an explanation for the hero’s behavior.
In response, the kingdom argued that the saintess was going to be with the hero anyway, but what was the problem?
Certainly, it only caused resentment by destroying the process or format.
Looking at the results, there were no major problems.
Wasn’t the saintess dead or injured?
It just looked a little like that.
Because the church knew this, they could not publicize this matter further.
From another point of view, it was like bragging about the fact that the church’s security had been breached by a single hero.
Meanwhile, the hero and the saintess, who caused the two forces to engage in a war of nerves, arrived at a village halfway up Mount Ascendio, the largest mountain in the Ascendio Mountains.
Arriving in the village, the two grabbed an inn, but unfortunately there was only one room left.
Einstein thought Aria would whine, ‘Men and women are different, but in the same room.’ But…
“I’m fine, but isn’t Mr. Einstein uncomfortable sharing the same room as me?”
It was the attitude that it didn’t matter.
He decided to raise his evaluation of Arya.
Even so, it’s only an evaluation of fifty five hundred steps.
The behavior of the two entering the room was different.
Einstein sat down and polished his sword with a dry rag, while Arya threw herself on the bed.
A brief silence came over the room.
After a while, Einstein finished grooming the sword and looked at Arya, who had fallen on the bed.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head with her face buried in the bed.
Her black hair fluttered in the bed.
“… I want to die.”
It was a rather radical choice of words to come out of the mouth of a saintess, but Einstein thought so.
At first glance, Aria was an image that grew finely like a flower in a greenhouse.
“I only rode a carriage for four days, so it must be difficult.”
Except for meals and sleeping time, they rode almost exclusively in carriages.
If you ride a car with soft cushions and little shaking for four days, you will end up with bone disease.
If modern vehicles are like that, how about a carriage made with poor technology from the Middle Ages?
It took a lot of effort for the weak Arya to endure the aftereffects of the wagon.
She stopped moaning and slurped Einstein through her flounder.
“… Why does Mr. Einstein look fine?”
Arya’s question of resentment made him strangely amused.
I thought she was a woman who was good at hiding her emotions, but was it just that she couldn’t express them?
“Because I’m used to it.”
“How long does it take to ride a wagon to get used to it?”
Einstein thought as he looked at the strange brown stain on the inn’s ceiling.
How much did he vomit and suffer before adapting to the carriage?
It was pretty long.
Looking back, it’s a disgusting memory.
After finishing his thoughts, he raised his head before he knew it and answered while checking Arya who was looking at him.
“Each person is different, so it’s a bit difficult to distinguish them.”
A flower like you will take a little longer.
He swallowed the words behind him because he was a nobleman.
However, the saintess must have roughly guessed what the warrior would say after seeing the expression on her face.
Arya’s face turned earthy.
“… Even when I go back to the church, I have to take a carriage, right?”
A voice immersed in deep sorrow.
Einstein asked back like someone who had heard something absurd.
“Then did you try to walk?”
“… There is nothing I can’t do.”
There is nothing you can’t do.
It was an extremely dangerous statement, in his opinion.
“Arthur, I’m sick.”
“… I don’t want to go through this motion sickness twice.”
“It’s good to show a determined will, but it won’t be easy, if you have the saintess’ stamina.”
“… I am used to marching.”
“It doesn’t look like that at all.”
As Einstein, it was impossible to know that Arya was a military saint.
Actually, who knows?
“Whoa.”
The sound of her thin breathing was close to her sigh.
Einstein stared at the saintess who had fallen on the bed like melted chocolate.
A curved body seen from above the castle.
Arya’s face was strangely heated.
Looking at the situation alone, it was very strange, but he said it nonchalantly.
“If it’s that hard, why don’t you use your last name?”
At her hero’s suggestion, Arya smiled faintly.
“… I’ve already written it and that’s about it.”
“That’s right, I’m sorry.”
She stopped talking.
Neither of them were talkative, and there was no reason to have a long conversation.
Around the time Einstein was thinking, ‘Since Arya took the bed, I’ll have to sleep on the floor.’ …
“That Mr. Einstein.”
A shy voice was heard.
“Why?”
“… It’s embarrassing to wear the same clothes for four days.”
Certainly, Arya’s sincerity was worn out.
She hasn’t had a shower in four days, so that’s understandable.
“Do you have any spare clothes?”
A sharp rebuttal came back to his question.
“Did you think I could afford to pack clothes in that situation, common sense?”
Einstein recalled his first encounter with a saint.
Was it the moment when he was just about to lift her underwear after finishing his business?
When he recalled the situation, he understood.
“I was sorry that I was in a situation where I was urinating. Still, it’s not a big deal…”
“No! Why does the story fall so short!”
Grow your voice on the topic you’ve been mulling over until just now.
Einstein plugged his ears and frowned at him.
“Okay, what’s the point of your words?”
Arya took a deep breath as she contorted her expression as she raised her eyebrows to her eyebrows.
Then she said in a crawling voice.
“… I was wondering if you could buy me some clothes.”
“There is nothing difficult.”
“… The money will be paid by the church at a later date.”
“Done. It happened because of my negligence, but it would be morally right for me to buy it.”
“You don’t have to…”
Cutting off Arya, Astein stood up from her seat.
“There must be at least a clothing store in such a poor village. Let’s go, Aria.”
“Yes? Now?”
Looking out the window, the sunset was setting.
It was late, so I was thinking of asking to buy it tomorrow…
“Are you embarrassed?”
“… Uh, that’s true.”
Underestimating her warrior’s drive, Arya accidentally ends up shopping for her clothes.
Astein, who never had to buy women’s clothes in her life, and Aria, who lived wearing only sex clothes every day.
The situation itself of the two of them buying clothes stimulated quite a bit of imagination, but the clothes they actually bought were quite passable.
Even the reaction was not smooth, though.
“… Weird, strange, things like this.”
Arya’s voice trembled.
I had worn a lot of flimsy outfits unintentionally, but this was the first time I had worn such proper women’s clothing.
“What?”
“Look, look. Chi, it’s a skirt.”
“Why don’t women wear skirts?”
It was logically irrefutable.
Arya looked down at the skirt she was wearing, feeling an extreme sense of alienation.
Under the sky blue A-line skirt, her immaculate legs were boldly exposed.
There must have been clothes that were a little more dry, but why did they have to wear clothes like this?
Her face turned hot.
Her gait, which was slightly more modest than usual, was a testament to the shyness she felt.
“… It is also strange.”
“It suits you well, but stop whining.”
Does this fit well?
It’s an empty word without heart.
That’s because Astein never gave her a glance.
“… Don’t make fun of me.”
“Did you hear it?”
“…”
“I’m going to pierce my forehead. Stop watching.”
The two walked towards the inn.
The sky, which had been burning red, at some point turned into a cold, dark ultramarine blue.
White breath came out of her mouth, as if the day had become quite chilly.
Arya watched her breath scattering in the air, then put her hands together and blew a breath.
Her cold hands warmed up a little.
“Winter will come soon.”
At Arya’s words, Astein gave her a brief nod of her head.
Winter.
Winter is coming.
The season when life, unable to withstand the low temperature, fades like a lantern in front of the wind, was approaching before her eyes.
Is this the world’s second winter?
Arya made a face that seemed deeply moved.
Einstein glanced at her and asked her in a low voice.
“Do you like winter?”
Do you like it or not
It is ambiguous to pinpoint one of the two.
… Still.
“Better cold than hot.”
She shuddered as she remembered this summer.
The double duet of mosquitoes and cicadas was a damn right thing in any world.
“I prefer hot.”
“You are against me.”
“Oh, sure. Don’t you think?”
“There are many different tastes, so I have no intention of arguing over them.”
“Me too.”
From this conversation, a dry conversation came and went.
Arya, who is on the quick-witted side of hers, realized that her Einstein’s reaction was more mute than usual.
So she asked bluntly.
“… By any chance, did I make a mistake?”
“No, it’s just that I have a high sense of victimization.”
“Yes?”
Why did the word “Victim consciousness” Come out all of a sudden?
As Arya tilted her head at her cryptic answer, he smiled mischievously.
“Are you on the wealthy side?”
Abundance.
When Arya heard that, she thought about the definition of well-off.
There will be u, bok bok.
Intuitively, it means that there is a blessing, and the meaning of what Einstein said about her must also be that meaning.
She momentarily opened her mouth and was at a loss for words.
“… Me?”
“Uh.”
It was Aria whose feelings were completely hurt by that insensitive comment.
Wealthy?
Myself?
Possessed by an unknown world, she underwent forcible correction in order to become a human who fit the mold of a saint.
When she refused or rebelled, she was harassed in the name of punishment until she was out of her mind.
Are you wealthy like that?
Where is the blessing in this miserable environment?
“You look sad.”
“Because it’s really unfair.”
Arya’s voice became much colder, and Einstein smiled bitterly.
“Why do you like winter better than summer?”
“… It’s better to be cold than hot.”
“Why?”
Why?
Arya tried to speak from a modern point of view, but she realized that Einstein’s eyes were serious.
So I shut her mouth.
As she shut her mouth, Einstein opened her mouth slowly.
“Sorry, I was being too sensitive.”
Einstein admits his mistakes.
Arya somehow thought he was running away.
Isn’t it funny?
A bold man who kidnaps a saintess just because it takes time avoids talking.
She didn’t want to end the conversation in this halfway fashion.
Aren’t you cowardly?
Making a person into a ‘wealthy’ person at will, and taking it out of here.
“Mr. Einstein, why do you like summer more than winter?”
He gave a troubled smile at the questioning tone.
That face, which seemed to have been made forcibly, resembled Arya’s usual smile.
It resembles the smile of a person whose inside is black and rotten.
“It’s rare that people die because it’s hot, but there are many cases where people die because it’s cold.”
It was a rather euphemistic explanation for Einstein, who was straightforward in his words and actions.
Fortunately, Arya wasn’t stupid enough to not understand what he was saying.
“… I apologize for my careless remark.”
“No, it was my fault for tripping over something useless. So you said My victim consciousness is a bit big.”
Arya looked back at her wayward warrior.
His eyes looked a little sad.
The eyes of a person who has lost something are always empty.
“… You’re not the only one unhappy though.”
“Yes, as long as we are human, we each live with our own worries. I made a mistake. Don’t be too angry.”
Arya looked at Einstein in silence.
He scratched the back of his head and sighed.
“So even if you say you’re sorry.”
“Why am I angry, I was the one who made the mistake.”
At Arya’s words, Einstein’s eyes widened, and he burst into a faint smile.
“Something, you don’t have poison.”
“… ?”
“Ah, I didn’t mean it maliciously. At least that means you’re the best out of all the guys that have been by my side.”
“I’m not happy to hear that.”
“I didn’t say that you were happy.”
After talking like that, the two arrived at the inn right away.
Arriving at her room, Arya looked at Einstein as if she had just remembered.
“Hey, thanks for buying the clothes.”
“Speak quickly.”
“Sorry…”
His big hand covered Arya’s lips.
“Don’t apologize, it’s a joke.”
It was Einstein who muttered, “You’re like a clogged saintess who can’t even joke around.”
At first, I wondered if there was such a rude person, but he is a nicer person than I thought.
Arya somehow seemed to know why he was called the ‘Hero’.
Einstein changed the topic and asked a question.
“But what about a shower? Are you going to wash first?”
Is it a shower
I’ll have to wash it
“Astein, please wash first. I tend to take long showers…”
“Yes, what.”
Einstein took off his clothes immediately.
Arya tidily arranged the clothes he threw away with a calm face.
Einstein asked if the behavior was absurd.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sorting out my clothes.”
“I’m asking because I don’t know… No, I am me, but you are also you.”
Arya’s eyebrows furrowed at those words.
“I am not a freak like Mr. Einstein.”
“I never said you were a freak.”
“Isn’t that the nuance?”
“… Aren’t you usually surprised when a guy bares his top? Well, it’s better than squealing.”
“Did someone who knows that take off their clothes freely?”
“Isn’t it fun to see you flustered?”
Arya thought again.
He is also a strange warrior.
“Not at all.”
“Not fun.”
Einstein went into the bathroom.
Arya tidied up his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Poor soundproofing, I could hear the sound of water periodically.
Soon after, a watery Astein came out, covering his lower part with a towel.
“It’s over, go in.”
“Yes.”
Aria went into the bathroom.
As she said, her shower was long.
It was very long.
It’s already been four hours since Arya entered the bathroom.
The time was passing evening and becoming dawn.
‘What?’
Anyway, isn’t it washing too long?
Einstein had a sudden, ominous feeling.
He tended to trust his intuition, and once he made a decision, he did not back down.
So instead of knocking, he tried to slam open the door to the bathroom.
Rattle, rattle.
Of course it was a locked door.
His actions were quick.
He broke down the door and entered.
He couldn’t shut his mouth.
“… Hey you.”
“… Oh, sorry, sorry Have you been washing too long?”
Arya speaks calmly.
However, her skin had red scratches here and there.
Some parts of her were bleeding.
How many times have you wiped it with a shower towel?
Aren’t you sick?
“I’ll be leaving soon, I didn’t realize the passage of time because I washed it after a long time.”
At that carefree answer, Einstein’s eyes narrowed.
Arya did not have any anger or embarrassment for entering the situation where a woman and a girl were washing their clothes without permission.
Something smelled insidious.
“That wound…”
At Einstein’s words, Arya then saw the scars on her own body.
“Oh, is this?”
A bright voice that doesn’t match the situation.
“I have to wash the dirty things.”
With an unshaded face, she said it as if it were true.
He was dumbfounded
Is this guy rich?
Fuck.
Einstein rebuked himself for making fun of her mouth.
