Chapter 17 – Church (2)
Arya didn’t feel well.
The rattling, terrible carriage she rode may be part of the reason, but the main factor was the fact that Bishop Rhonin, the figure who had crushed her psyche terribly, was in the front seat of her.
Arya made eye contact with Ronin, who was reading a book.
He still had a creepy look in his eyes.
She was the one who thought she was more insidious than before.
Scary.
His gaze.
His expression.
His actions.
Aww
As she bit her lip, the taste of her fishy blood was on the tip of her tongue.
You’re good at enduring it.
Endure a little bit
It’s for Mr. Einstein.
Arya catches her breath.
The carriage was occupied by four people: the hero Einstein, Saint Aria, Bishop Ronin, and nun Gina.
They were heading to the church.
The reason is simple.
It was because of the Holy Sword.
Arya remembered her past.
At the inn, Ronin talked about the ‘Holy Sword’ and wanted Astein and Arya to visit the church again.
‘Holy sword? I do not need.’
Einstein had no intention of going all the way to that distant church just to get the holy sword.
Bishop Ronin asked with a puzzled smile.
‘Won’t you regret it?’
Regret?
Einstein thought he was making a bluff that wasn’t even funny.
‘I’d rather catch one more monster from the front rather than wasting time like that.’
In the first place, he had no great regrets.
It’s because I’ve been doing well without that holy sword.
But Arya thought differently.
‘… Why don’t we go for now?’
At her comment, Einstein wrinkled his forehead.
‘Why?’
‘Because the treatment of a hero who is recognized by the holy sword and a hero who is not is very different.’
The ‘Holy Sword’ that God gave directly to the world.
The hero with that holy sword was a justification and a cause just by existing.
If you want to move freely without any hindrance in this world where the demon king is active, the title of ‘A warrior chosen by God.’ Is indispensable.
Think about it.
Who can raise his voice to ‘a warrior chosen by God’?
Einstein shook his hand as if he was not very interested.
‘I’m not hunting monsters to be treated like a hero.’
‘It’s not just because of the treatment. Possession of the Holy Sword gives you power to speak. It can also be used as evidence to prove the rightness. It will be of great help in case of trouble in the future.’
Arya’s words made sense.
… I was right though.
Einstein whispered in her aria’s ear, shedding her ronin.
‘You don’t want to go to the church.’
Flinch.
She looked up at Einstein with her quivering eyes.
Her eyes were full of worries and concerns.
Arya’s consideration made the tip of her nose frown.
Naturally, she had no desire to return to her church.
Because sexuality was the space itself that created Aria’s trauma.
Still, I went to the church because I wanted to help a man named Einstein.
Arya wanted to be of his help, to the point of dedicating her long-awaited temporary freedom.
It was good that it was her physical pain and mental pain that she herself suffered in the process.
She had lost her purpose, her hope, her will to live.
She was just like her ship stranded on a reef, drowning in the sea of despair.
She then adapts to her reality, persevering and living until the day her life ends.
The person who brought such Arya to the sunny place was Astein.
For the past month, he has gently healed her wounded heart and cared for her tenderly.
He was a grateful person who breathed new hope into an empty shell without hope.
He was Arya’s light, her salvation, and the ‘hero’ in the children’s book.
Because of this, she wanted to help Einstein even if she was weak.
She didn’t want to hold her ankle.
‘It’s necessary.’
The ‘Holy Sword’ is a symbolic item for a warrior.
Even if he says he doesn’t need it, the day will surely come when it will come in handy someday.
Einstein stared at Arya skeptically.
‘Is that important?’
‘Yes, it’s important.’
He saw Arya’s determination in her eyes.
When he was stubborn like that, it was difficult to break.
‘… I’ll listen to you when you come out so strong. Well, since I’ve killed most of the monsters in the Ascendio Mountains, I think I need to rest a bit.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Thank you.’
That’s how the two headed for the cult of sexual love in about two months.
Einstein, who was watching the scenery swish through the window of the carriage, turns her head to see Arya.
“Aria.”
“Yes, warrior.”
Not Mr. Einstein, but Mr. Hero.
Aria’s line drawing a line made Einstein feel bad.
She must be careful what she says because Bishop Ronin is reading a book in front of her.
“You look like you have severe motion sickness. Are you okay?”
“Yes I’m okay.”
What is good about that figure dripping in a cold sweat?
When she arrives at the village of Mount Ascendio, she is Aria, who vomited that she was going to die because she could not bear her motion sickness.
Will she endure carriage sickness in less than two months?
It can’t be.
It must have been the disguise of a calm expression.
It was Einstein who was already full of desire to beat him up.
Ronin closed the book he was reading and stared at him.
“The hero seems to be very concerned about the saintess.”
The muscles next to Einstein’s eyes trembled.
He is a man who is good at scratching nerves.
“Because they are colleagues.”
“You are extremely considerate of your colleagues. Isn’t that right, saintess?”
Arya reluctantly replied.
“… Yes, the hero is a kind person.”
After those words, there was silence in the carriage.
It was a long silence.
The carriage ran along the highway for a long time.
The carriage stopped only when the sun went down and the black sky came.
They got off the wagon.
I ate a relatively simple dinner and went to sleep.
It was an uncomfortable night.
* * *
Someone’s hand tapped my shoulder.
My hands were so cold that I was startled.
“Huh.”
I took a deep breath.
When I open my eyes, I see a dark blue sky and a twinkling morning star.
I guess it’s still a long way from morning to come.
“I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
“… Bishop Ronin.”
“It’s time to wake up soon.”
Time to wake up
That’s right.
It was the last time, I.
Bishop Ronin confirmed that I had tidied up the blanket and stood up and walked towards the bonfire.
I followed him and moved toward the fire.
The hazy accident that just woke up slowly wakes up like a rising tide.
“I couldn’t have slept comfortably. Aren’t you cold?”
“… It’s okay.”
“Okay.”
Tack, Tack.
For a while, all I could hear was the sound of a bonfire burning and the chirping of grass insects.
Bishop Rhonin put dry twigs on the bonfire.
“You have brought back a lot of vitality.”
“… Is that so.”
“Yes, I look much better now than when I was intimidated in the church.”
What should I say to him who is talking to me in a friendly way?
I do not know.
He goes on and on with his words.
“Are you satisfied with your life with the hero?”
Great.
I’m satisfied.
I’m happy.
I didn’t see this emotion as it was.
Because that person would definitely be happy.
“… Not bad.”
“It’s worth the effort.”
“… What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t know if you know, but I suggested working with the hero. The saintess also strongly insisted to His Holiness the Cardinal that there was a need for external activities. Whoops, it’s still in my mind. Cardinal Mavlov looked at me with such dislike. I mean, you’re doing something stupid. I didn’t even dare to anticipate that the hero would break out in an incident of kidnapping the saintess.”
At the words that followed, I kept my mouth shut.
I never thought that meeting Mr. Einstein would have been a trick of this person.
Suddenly, Bishop Ronin’s brown eyes shone viciously.
“Life in the church must have been frustrating.”
“… .”
“So I thought it was necessary to refresh the atmosphere. Were you offended by my intentions?”
“… No.”
“Fortunately, the. Soon it will be dawn, so I will have to close my eyes soon.”
“I see.”
“… Oh, before that, can I ask you one last question?”
Wheein.
An empty, cold morning wind blows.
The eyes of Bishop Ronin looking at me were also empty and cold like the morning breeze.
I barely opened my mouth that would not come off easily.
“Yes, please.”
Bishop Ronin looks at Mr. Einstein who fell into a sound sleep and says.
“Is he an ideal warrior in your opinion?”
It was a question about Mr. Einstein.
I answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“… Yes, he is more suited to be a hero than anyone else.”
Ronin clicked his tongue and sighed.
“It must be unfortunate.”
“What do you mean?”
“You are not an ideal saint, are you?”
She is not an ideal saint.
Those words become sharp daggers and pierce your heart.
“… Bishop.”
My heart was pounding.
In a negative sense.
“How can a promiscuous person who seeks pleasure under the influence of men be called an ideal saint?”
I feel sick to my stomach at his selling.
His hands are also shaking.
“The Word… , Is too much.”
“Well. Isn’t that true?”
He laughs bitterly
I couldn’t argue.
Because it was true.
“You seem to hide it well from the warriors?”
“…”
“Aren’t you frustrated?”
His fingers ran down my back and rubbed against his hip bone.
Feeling like an insect crawling on me, I removed my hand.
“Do not.”
Bishop Ronin’s lips contorted like a bent arrow shaft, as he was so delighted with my words.
“Oh, what a great response. It’s worth it. By the way.”
If you don’t keep quiet, will the hero wake up?
I gritted my teeth at Ronin’s words.
“It’s difficult to wake up…”
“It will be the same for each other. Isn’t it?”
His hand traces my thigh.
I couldn’t hit it as quickly as before.
“Do you hate being molested? When you were in the church, the subject that everyone accepted as if they had given up on it?”
His words are like cacti.
It’s sharp and painful.
“Do not.”
“Coming to think of it, you seem to have a deep relationship with the hero. By any chance, did you mix your body?”
Have you mixed your body?
At that, I slapped him on the cheek.
Shit.
Bishop Rhonin, his throat turned, caresses his cheek dryly without uttering a single groan.
“… How can a bishop say such a thing?”
“Hmm, judging from the reaction, it looks like it’s still there. Then, how about giving it away once in a while? Isn’t it too difficult for the saintess?”
You are a cheap girl
It seems to do so.
Power flows into his grasp.
I feel like my love for Mr. Einstein has been thrown to the ground.
I felt like I was being trampled on by my feet.
I don’t deserve to love him, it’s like I’m hearing it myself.
I couldn’t stand it.
“Shut up.”
“Huh, are you going to react this sensitively?”
“Shut that mouth…”
“What if the hero finds out?”
“… I beg your pardon?”
“Ah, it’s a self-talk.”
Bad thoughts ran through my head.
What if, by any chance, Bishop Ronin told Mr. Einstein the whole truth I was hiding?
What if he, having figured out all the hidden details, despises me for acting insignificantly?
There has never been a more horrific home.
It is only now that I understand clearly why Bishop Ronin told me to have hope.
To see me suffer.
“What do you wish for?”
“Not yet.”
Bishop Ronin laughs.
“Not yet.”
