Chapter 81 – Assistant’s Diary [Ronin & Arya & Ner-Sama] (7)
Misfortune often comes without warning or warning.
For example, the situation where I was possessed by a woman named Arya Rameld.
Or the situation of being gang-raped by being the seed of the church.
But in this case, what to say.
It was a foretold misfortune.
It was reasonable to draw that conclusion.
Ah.
It was a stupid question to ask if you could bear it or not.
There’s no way you can stand it
* * *
The teacher’s life was somehow fun, and there was also a sense of accomplishment.
I never knew that teaching someone would be so much fun.
I also want to know how to do something.
It wasn’t just that he devoted himself to education day and night.
We laughed and chatted through the conversation, and sometimes listened to Aria’s complaints.
Perhaps because the surroundings were so bitter, she accepted even her trivial chatter with sweetness.
How would you feel if you had a daughter?
‘He rapes her and is hypocritical too.’
Suppress your inner voice.
It was a force majeure event, so he did not make excuses.
It was clear that if he made excuses, he would be sarcastic.
There is something I realized while staying with her saintess, Aria Rameldra.
That she is being broken in real time.
Each person has their own limits, but judging from her experience, I wonder if spending this winter is the limit.
Did you say that the intensity is getting stronger?
When she sees Arya, who laughs and says she can’t stand it, her heart goes haywire.
As if to erase her from her memory, her low, deep voice came from the other side.
“So, when will Priest Ner-nim plan to reveal the current status of the saintess’ assistant?”
When she looked up, the impression was that a very nice man was sitting there.
He is a human being who earnestly taught me that impression and personality are not proportional.
Ronin Priest.
Since it was winter seasonally, he and I were chatting indoors over hot tea.
Dalgrak.
As I took a sip of the teacup, the rich flavor filled my mouth.
“You are in a hurry. Didn’t you say that you don’t like picking unripe fruit?”
It was the question of whether that was the meaning of giving me a respite.
He smiled as if he was having fun.
It’s not such a gentle smile.
To compare it to something, it was a ferocious expression like that of a carnivore.
“Because if you leave it for a long time, there is a possibility that it will back down.”
The Ronin Priest was a man who had no line that people normally follow.
He wanted to see the results of education gradually.
Of course, I wasn’t referring to the issue of sex law.
He said that he wanted the result of training Arya.
“I heard that the saintess is tired of other education besides me.”
“Did the saintess speak directly? You got along pretty well with her.”
It was a voice like an awl.
Now, his words could not be taken lightly.
Because her comments like that could also be an excuse to harass her.
Didn’t Arya often say that?
They say they catch a house with all sorts of trifles.
“Priest Ronin, I also have ears to hear rumors.”
“Information is controlled so that not a single drop of water leaks out.”
“There is no such thing as perfect.”
His eyes instantly grew cold.
It would be a natural reaction to say something that points out one’s loopholes.
Eventually, the ronin returned to its original expression and acted deftly.
“I wholeheartedly agree with you. I erased it because I was deleting the variable, but in fact, there were cases where I was creating a variable with my own hands.”
Dalgrak.
He, too, took a sip of the teacup, probably feeling thirsty.
It was an uncomfortable tea party.
The Ronin priest swiped the top of the teacup with his index finger before speaking out.
“I think sometimes. I’m a person who surprisingly lacks patience.”
“… ?”
He didn’t ask what he meant.
Wouldn’t it be a shame to know anyway?
Unfortunately, he hasn’t said anything since.
“Today we will end here.”
He left with a serious expression on his face.
I felt the time of choice approaching.
It can’t be gray forever.
Either side with Ronin Edric.
Either side with Arya Rameld.
I had to choose
* * *
“Teacher?”
Arya’s bobbed hair shakes.
It must be because the expression I was making was so serious.
You’re worrying about a young disciple.
It’s okay to know my level.
“Why are you calling me, saintess?”
“I called because I couldn’t concentrate on the story. Didn’t you decide to listen to my complaint?”
Arya made an expression that was too much.
I must have thought too deeply about the conversation I had with Ronin before.
I turned around and looked into her eyes.
It showed a face full of dissatisfaction.
In this case, it is better to be honest than to be rude.
Especially when it comes to women.
Regardless of age, young or old.
“Since there was a lot to think about, I regret not being able to focus on the story.”
“You speak so fluently. Did you apply some oil?”
Tok, she was a saint who stung and spit out like a bee.
You’re picky like a young lady, but you’ll be hurt, Mr.
When I made a bitter expression without replying, Arya couldn’t push it any further.
“… I’m sorry for being so angry. I did it because I was sad.”
She was the one who was quick to apologize.
What do you have to apologize for?
It is right that you should apologize.
It’s like the victim apologizing to the perpetrator.
Even if something goes wrong, I wonder if something is definitely wrong.
I nailed that point.
“That is strange. I made the mistake, but the saintess apologized.”
“Well, that’s because his behavior is different from usual!”
“I guess it’s time to die.”
She said it as a joke, but Aria’s expression was unusual.
She was as pale as a frightened child.
“Lord, Lord, are you dying?”
“I was joking, but I’m sorry if you take it so seriously.”
“No, even a joke or something like that…”
“Isn’t that an old man’s joke?”
“… Die Damn old man.”
“How can we use our saintess when her speaking habits are so harsh?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Do not know. The way I speak is all because of the teacher.”
Your ability to transfer responsibility is excellent.
I let out a dry laugh.
“Teacher.”
“Yes, feel free to speak.”
“… Is that, uh, did you have an uncomfortable incident?”
Arya, fidgeting with her fingers, looked nervous and also noticed that she was restless.
Is it because you became friends with me?
Her vigilance faded, and her frail features were easily revealed.
It was also something that caught my eye a lot.
It must be the situation that someone who bullied her saint wished so much.
Thinking that everything was according to the author’s intention, her stomach twisted.
Awesome.
Bit her tongue
A bloody smell comes from her mouth.
Did I make her weak?
She shook her head.
“If that’s the case, aren’t there more saints than me?”
“To hit a person in a mean and realistic way! Ugh, it was a loss to worry!”
“That is often referred to as unfounded worry.”
Pat Pat.
Even when the crown of her head was tapped, she showed no great reluctance.
Getting used to it is such a scary law.
Arya spoke after a while.
“I’m not good around that horse. It’s not that bad though, is it?”
“Is that so?”
Despite my carefree attitude, she asked in a calm voice.
“Don’t you have something to say to me?”
She was taken aback.
“Did you learn mind reading?”
“I didn’t learn that, but I get the mood.”
Her words made me feel at ease.
Yeah, it’s not appropriate to moan like a dog that needs to poop.
It is my nature to do as my heart desires, and am I not a person who lives according to nature?
Even when I voluntarily went to the battlefield.
Even when he became the teacher of the saintess.
These are things I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t been willing.
The decision was quick.
It would be nice to see that it was that firm.
I have no regrets about this decision.
“Saintess, you said it was difficult to bear.”
“… Um, was the problem that I whined too much? Oh, what a shame.”
Arya frowned at her in dismay.
She didn’t seem to know if it was a problem about herself.
I held her hand
It was a sudden skinship, but I wasn’t in a position to be thrilled with her or her.
“What is it, gross?”
“Would you like to run away with me?”
He didn’t say who he was running from.
Because she would want to run away from everything.
At my words, she widened her eyes.
Then she opened her mouth and seemed to be trying to say something to her, but it seemed that she was choking.
“Yes?”
There was a departure from the saintess.
It’s the so-called beep.
The reaction of disbelief was natural.
You never thought I’d come this far.
“Are you running away?”
“That’s right.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you look distressed.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Does it look like a joke?”
Did you read the firm resolution?
Her eyes as she looked at me softened slightly.
“… Then what is not a joke? You can’t run away, I.”
“Are you giving up before you even try?”
“It is obvious. What will happen.”
I felt the need to go hard.
So she called her by her real name, not a saint.
“What do you want Arya to do?”
Say what she wants to do.
At that simple statement, Arya Rameld bit her lower lip.
And then he trembled.
“Do you mean horse? It’s like a chimney, mind! My heart is like that! But, but!”
How embarrassing it was
How great was that remorse.
She couldn’t even finish the words properly.
I quietly hugged her body.
Meaning to calm down.
“That heart is enough.”
Arya’s arms hugged my waist.
I desperately embraced it as if I would not let it go with my feeble power.
“Can I, can I really trust you?”
“Isn’t it Arya’s choice?”
This is an irresponsible statement.
Even if I feel that way, I have nothing to say.
But if she wishes, she is willing to help.
“Is there a way?”
“Because I am a person who is good at running away. Does the saintess really want to come out of this place? Outside can be tougher than this. Rather, this place may feel like a cradle.”
I looked down at Arya Rameld.
Arya Rameld looked up at me.
“… I want to run away, sir. I’m scared. I don’t want to be broken.”
It was the answer that was expected, and the answer that was hoped for.
It was because he understood to some extent what was in her heart, driven into a predicament.
“Do not worry. Arya Rameld.”
Because this ugly old man will try his best.
The darkness in the corner shook like a flame.
It was a very subtle change.
Emotionally recalled, we did not know that fact.
That it was destined to be stranded from the first button.
That it was a futile struggle.
