Chapter 21 – Church (6)
Make eye contact with Mr. Einstein.
The black pupil stares at me honestly.
I like your straight gaze.
It seems that the warmth of kindness and consideration in that gaze is conveyed.
I know you are a person who reciprocates trust with trust.
Over the past few months, I’ve come to know who you are.
But Mr. Einstein.
I am afraid sometimes.
Wouldn’t you be disillusioned with me if I told you everything?
Wouldn’t it be dirty and vulgar and ignored?
I know you’re the one who won’t.
Negative thoughts grow like bamboo shoots.
In addition, I was hugged dozens or hundreds of times by other men in front of you, whom I adore.
How can I speak with my own mouth?
What if, after saying something, he gets rid of the place to stand next to you?
I am so afraid of that.
It’s not good to hide.
What needs to be revealed is rationally correct.
Ask him for help right away.
On the other hand, I am screaming loudly.
Do you think you won’t be abandoned?
What shame does a galboy like you have in trying to get a hold of Mr. Einstein?
I also had endless masochistic thoughts.
I mean if
When I told you everything I’ve been through.
If you look at me with a cold gaze
Will I be able to stand it?
Do not have.
I can’t stand it.
Just thinking about it takes my breath away.
As if a stake had been pierced through the heart, the mouth of the chest was pierced.
I’m sorry for being cowardly.
I’m sorry for being a coward running away.
I’m sorry for being so dirty.
“… Sorry. I can’t tell you yet.”
How will you accept my refusal?
Even though I told you about my wounds first, I’m trying to hide it to the end, right?
I know, I’m such a coward.
He is a man who is rotten from the root.
You open your mouth
“Aria.”
You call my name
I am both happy and afraid of it.
I talked, but you don’t?
I am afraid that I will be questioned like that.
“Yes, Mr. Einstein.”
“I told you about the past because it no longer hurt me. Because it doesn’t matter.”
It can’t be.
What a desperate and sad story it was.
It was a story that brought tears to my eyes just by listening to it.
“But I don’t think you are. Is not it?”
“…”
I couldn’t answer.
My throat was choked up like I had stuffed bread in it.
The neck is groaning.
When I open my mouth, a sigh seems to come out by itself.
Mr. Einstein hugged me and whispered in my ear.
“If what I’m asking about is a story that still hurts you, you don’t have to force yourself to show your scars. When you have organized your thoughts, when you are comfortable, tell me in passing.”
Mr. Einstein.
Are you perhaps this kind?
Why do people like you care so much about me?
I can’t do anything for you like that.
“But know this one thing.”
His clumsy fingers brushed my lips.
“If you say you need help, I will definitely help.”
“… Is it because I am a colleague that you help me?”
You put on a grumpy face.
“Why, do you want to hear another excuse?”
Other excuses.
What do I want to hear from you?
No, actually I know.
I hope you love me.
I want you to tell me that you want to protect me.
I mean off topic.
“You are a good person. Couldn’t it be for this reason?”
As if you read my thoughts, you casually say embarrassing lines.
Why am I so good?
“Enough, with that.”
I wanted to kiss him.
But I won’t hesitate.
Because my body is all dirty.
So maybe it’s messing with you.
I keep thinking like that.
Hesitate to act.
“Are you crying again?”
“Sorry…”
You accidentally kissed me.
It was the moment when mucous membranes and mucous membranes overlapped.
A kiss with a loved one somehow tasted salty.
“Ouch, ah.”
I push you away
Why is embarrassment and shame my own?
Mr. Einstein speaks naturally.
“Why? Would you like more?”
Dummy.
You are an asshole
* * *
Magdalena’s weekend mornings are very quiet.
Unlike the busy weekend mornings in other big cities.
If I had to point out the reason why this quietness prevailed on the streets, it could be said that the morning mass hosted by the Seongaekyo was held every weekend.
Many of the residents residing in this city are believers in sexual love.
It was impossible for them to miss the morning mass organized by the Seongaegyo.
For that reason, Magdalena’s weekend mornings were engulfed in inevitable silence.
A chapel within the Seongaekyo Church.
There were many people there from early morning.
This weekend in particular, more people participated in the mass than on other weekends, and if we dig into the reason, it was because a “Saint” Held the morning mass by reciting the Lord’s Prayer herself for the first time in a long time.
The Lord’s Prayer recited by a pretty girl in a clear voice was more in demand than the Lord’s Prayer recited by a man with a shaggy beard in a muddy voice.
“Mother of equal love. Let our prayers make your holy name more holy, and through us your love more widely…”
Einstein, like the others, sat on a chair in the chapel and watched the aria reciting the Lord’s Prayer in a clear soprano voice.
Dressed in a classic nun’s uniform, she never limped or stuttered as usual.
Of course, there was no blushing in her face.
Was it a girl who could put on such a businesslike expression?
For Einstein, the appearance of her aria was uniquely unfamiliar.
“Looking at it this way, it looks like a saint.”
“Does that mean that the saintess’ usual behavior is not like that of a saintess?”
Turning her head to where the voice came from, there was her brown-haired man, Ronin.
Ronin didn’t show it even when Einstein wrinkled her eyes.
Rather, she smiled and even showed her boldness by sitting in the seat next to her.
She was a person with a thick face and flair.
“I didn’t know that noblemen who became bishops had a habit of listening to others by misrepresenting them.”
“It’s dumb, light.”
Einstein pierced her ear with her little finger.
“Your level of humor is devastating, but didn’t the people around you give you advice? Shut up and live.”
Ronin didn’t wrinkle his face despite his bad attitude.
“Unfortunately, there is no one by my side who can say that directly.”
Einstein snorted.
“Does it seem like you’re getting a lot of support?”
“It seems like it is too much for a minute.”
The two men’s eyes entangled each other like tree trunks.
The exchange of glances, as if searching for the other person, took place quickly.
Ronin deftly changed the subject of the conversation.
“By the way, does the saintess show a different side when she is with the hero?”
Different aspect.
Certainly, she used to make different expressions than the girl standing in front of her with a dry expression.
Embarrassed, ashamed, or passively expressing likes or dislikes.
It was Einstein who thought such actions were not cute.
“Do you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t teach me.”
After that, Einstein shut his mouth.
I didn’t want to have a long talk with this man.
Ronin put on a shy expression.
“Sorry. But when will the warrior go?”
Say when are you going?
It must mean the test of the holy sword.
Originally, it was Einstein who would have moved to take the test right away.
That was his personality.
The meaningless waste of time was intolerable.
If so
Oddly enough, Arya stepped in her eyes.
I keep thinking, “Is it okay to go on like this?”
No one knows how long the holy sword test will take.
It could take hours or it could take days.
In the process, he is unable to take care of Arya himself.
There was a good chance that she would be harmed.
A brief thought ran through my head.
Thoughtful, Einstein rose from his seat.
“I will go now.”
“I will guide you.”
Arya wished she had the holy sword.
So you’ll have to do it
What is the test of the holy sword?
* * *
Arya tried to find Einstein after morning mass.
However, he was told that he had already entered the test of the holy sword.
‘It’s Mr. Einstein, so I don’t have to worry too much, but he should be fine.’
I heard that the Holy Sword is a picky, meticulous being.
The previous generation’s hero and the previous generation’s hero couldn’t even pull out the holy sword.
It will surely be a difficult test.
Still, Arya had faith that if she was Einstein, she could do it.
It was a vague belief.
Took.
Maybe it’s because her head is full of thoughts about Einstein.
It was Arya who bumped into the person in front of her.
“Oh, sorry. Are you not hurt?”
“I’m fine… , Holy Maiden?”
“… Ah, follower of Makarov.”
Last night, it was Makarov who intuited Arya and Einstein’s embarrassing posture.
The boy blushed and quickened his pace.
“I’m sorry. Go, I’ll go!”
Arya reached out and tried to grab Makarov, but her hand only cut through the air.
It seemed that it would take quite a while to clear up the misunderstanding that had arisen.
… Was there a misunderstanding before that?
Wasn’t she Einstein, who said to make it a fait accompli when she was caught by Makarov?
Although it was said as a joke.
‘That, that means that Mr. Einstein also has a good feeling for me.’
The heat rose up in his face, and his cheeks were burning.
Arya pressed her cheeks with both of her hands, recalling the conversation from last night.
‘You are a good person. Couldn’t it be for this reason?’
No, what can’t be.
Joe, good.
“Lol.”
A meaningless laugh flowed.
It took her quite a while to realize that it was her own voice.
Can she like it this much just because she was kissed once?
‘But what should I do with something good?’
The more I think about it, the more the corners of her mouth loosen, and it feels like her hair is floating.
Is this what it’s like to fly above her clouds?
“You’re here, I’ve been looking for you for a while since you’re not in the room.”
“… Bishop Ronin?”
He smiled mischievously.
“It’s been a while since I called.”
Call.
Who is calling
It’s an obvious story.
“Why?”
“There are so many church members who miss the saintess.”
Do you know Icarus?
Like a man who got so close to the sun that the wax that wove his wings melted and he crashed into the sea, Arya’s emotions plummeted to her bottom in an instant.
