Chapter 79 – Trainee’s Diary [Ronin & Arya & Ner-Sama] (5)
Sup.
He inhaled deeply on his pipe.
The refreshing feeling and awakening effect unique to the beginning of the year stimulated the brain.
It was an effect that I would normally be happy with, but now it is just inconvenient.
Because I know exactly what I’ve done.
I raped a girl named Arya Rameld.
It is a fatal sin.
Rape.
Where is the author of the priest?
Being a priest was an even bigger crime because he was wearing a coat of arms.
Even the target is a saint of sexism.
I can’t use the sex law, but I’m still a saint.
Are you insane?
It wasn’t even an incident that took place while drunk.
It was clearer than ever.
It’s not without excuses, but it doesn’t take away the fact that I raped the girl.
That crime will follow me forever like an inseparable label.
She got involved in an affair she couldn’t handle.
I felt a grudge against the Ronin priest.
Gourmet is a delicacy that freezes to death.
“… Whoops.”
Smoke billows from the pipe in your hand.
Whitish smoke that is ambiguous to see as white and ambiguous to be seen as black.
People commonly call this color gray.
A color that seems to stand for halfway neutrality.
A gray that doesn’t belong anywhere and spreads its feet moderately anywhere.
It seemed similar to my current situation, which caused a strange irritation.
My head is all pounding.
He shook his hand and brushed off the smoke.
I leaned against the window and looked outside.
White grains like hail fell down.
It was snow.
It’s winter, so I’ll have to get off.
“Did you smoke, priest Ner-nim?”
A faint voice came from behind.
I was startled and twisted my body.
There, a saintess with an expression as dry as sand stood in a modest posture.
Why are you here?
I tried to speak to her, but her mouth barely came out.
It was only after he hesitated for a while that he opened his mouth.
“… Saint Aria, since when have you been here?”
“It wasn’t very long. Rather, what about the answer to my question?”
“… What question did you ask, alas, about smoking?”
She nodded her little head.
“Yes that’s right.”
Don’t you know when you see
I couldn’t say it out loud.
I guess you could say it’s a guilty conscience.
I tapped the pipe with my index finger and said.
“It’s about the same as a smoker.”
“You wouldn’t have been allowed to smoke indoors.”
Originally, smoking was prohibited inside the church, but what about such a minor violation?
Wasn’t he the one who committed the worse than that?
“It’s not a crime if you don’t get caught.”
“It’s a crime even if you don’t get caught, and you’ve already been caught by me.”
It was a theory.
“Then would you please close your eyes just this time, saintess?”
“… It’s shameless.”
That’s what it says.
There’s nothing shameless about it.
I felt guilty.
With what kind of face am I looking at her saintess?
With what face did I, who had trampled on her life and her spirit?
The head is bent in a bow.
“Is there a reason you came here?”
“Why?”
Arya rubbed her palms on her own cheeks and narrowed her eyes.
She acted as pitiful as her torn doll somewhere.
Eventually, she briefly nodded her head as to what conclusion she had come to.
“I just want you to see it.”
It was an empty resonance that lacked the liveliness of a girl.
The fact that she helped create her emptiness haunted her.
My head was getting more and more depressed.
“Sorry for asking.”
“You’ve only apologized before.”
What then?
She herself is a disgusting hypocrite.
“You’re going to do it today, right?”
Arya laughed.
Even a child could tell that it was a mockery.
She raised her bowed head.
Arya stared at me with a dry expression.
It is like seeing a human being who has lost his emotions.
Her index finger pointed at my pipe.
“Oh, can I open it too?”
It must be very poisonous for a woman to bloom.
“I do not recommend it.”
Arya laughed.
“Isn’t it right to live only by someone’s recommendation?”
She had nothing to refute.
I quietly handed her the pipe.
She took the pipe as skillfully as someone who had been exposed to smoking before, and took a sip.
Have you ever burned tobacco before?
Such speculation was quickly dispelled.
“Keheuk, Coke, Coke.”
It was an impetuous cough.
I patted Arya on the back.
“Are you okay?”
Posture and manner of sucking.
All of them looked like experienced smokers, but their bodies seemed to be unresponsive.
Did you imitate people who smoke cigarettes?
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay!”
I must have lost my temper while answering.
I shrugged her shoulders.
“Can I get you some water?”
“Keheuk, keuk, ok… It’s okay.”
Arya didn’t budge, took another sip, and then she put on a genuine expression.
It’s a saint who smokes, so it’s a rare scene of depravity.
“It doesn’t taste as good as you think, does it?”
“It’s so much better than biting a cock.”
It was a crude murder.
She must have a sore throat in her throat, but her conscience stung on this side.
It feels like being stabbed with a sharp needle.
A few minutes for such an awkward standoff to follow.
It was around the time I wondered if it was because of the real cigarettes.
“Saint Aria!”
A boy with blond hair and golden eyes, who looked good, ran towards the saintess dressed in a saint’s uniform.
He was a cute boy.
Upon discovering the boy, the saintess’ expression brightened slightly.
“Dear Makarov, how many times do I have to tell you not to run around in the hallways?”
“Hehe, the saintess must have been in a hurry because she saw her. You are still beautiful today… ?”
As if he had seen something impossible, his voice trembled.
Arya tilts her head curiously and looks at the boy named Makarov.
What did you see that surprised you?
Oh, that’s it.
I hurriedly pointed at the pipe in her hand.
Arya then checked her pipe in her own hand and her complexion turned pale.
“… Ah, that Makarov follower?”
“Why is the saintess carrying cigarettes?”
The boy’s stiff voice made him anticipate how great the shock he must have been.
Like a blind believer who had seen the fall of an idol, he had an expression that had lost the world.
Aria’s facial muscles twitched as if she was more surprised by the boy’s rigidity.
Arya, who had been like a dead fish just a moment ago, desperately began to explain.
“Ah, this, this is that yes, Nere-nim’s priest! They told me to smoke indoors, I, I confiscated it! That, right?”
A clumsy wink stuck to me.
Pretty desperate.
Paradoxically, she was a saintess who responded like a human only when a crisis struck.
My conscience wouldn’t allow me to abandon her here.
I don’t think it’s a conscience without fidelity and fidelity.
“Yes, that pipe is mine.”
A normal child would understand this and move on.
This boy had a tenacious corner.
“… But, why were you holding that pipe to the corner of your mouth?”
Oops, the scene of the crime was arrested in real time.
Come on, lady. Which fins would you like to stick out now?
“Okay, I think you misunderstood. My, how can I smoke?”
It wasn’t flippers, it was just chicken feet.
Who would believe that
“… Is that so too?”
I believe that little boy
A child is a child.
I spoke to the saintess with the intention of ending this skit.
“Please return it slowly. My pipe.”
Arya replied with an angry face.
“If I give it back, it will bloom again!”
It’s hard to endure without blooming.
Either this situation or any other situation.
I smiled bitterly.
“Because he is a friend who gives me deep consolation, my hands and feet tremble without him.”
“We call it withdrawal symptoms.”
It seems that the saintess is planning to confiscate my pipe.
Are you trying to secretly smoke?
“You are doing too much. When I think of the saintess who robs me of the pipe and smokes in a place where the boy can’t see… .”
“When did I say I would smoke!”
Have you been stabbed?
Your throat is also big.
“There are many things you can know without seeing them.”
My sarcasm took her to the extreme.
“Ruler! Dear Makarov! Get this!”
The boy named Makarov stopped asking if he was dumbfounded.
“Yes? A pipe?”
I touched my forehead.
Yes.
She had handed over her pipe to the boy who had just arrived.
“Looking at her now, she can be seen as a saint who encourages her child to smoke.”
“You know I had no intention of doing that at all.”
“I know, but what do you think of it?”
The Makarov follower put on a mysterious expression and handed the pipe back to me.
When I looked at the boy with a doubtful look on his face, he smiled shyly.
“I wondered if it would be right to go find the owner.”
Or, are you a saint?
The little squabble ended like that.
The Makarov follower gave me a pipe, greeted the saintess, and walked on her way again.
The saintess and I didn’t mind being in the hallway, so we headed to the training room.
It’s not a strict education room, it’s a sex law education room.
Click.
When I arrived at the training room, I closed the door.
“Saint Arya.”
“… Yes.”
It must have been acting that kept the bright appearance until now, but the emotionless answer came back.
The only visible emotions are hostility and vigilance.
Yes, our relationship was perfect for this.
I rolled my tongue and continued.
“I will not lay my hands on you in the process of learning the sex law.”
“… Yes?”
She knew that from now on she would be in bad shape, her expression changed dramatically.
Perplexity, bewilderment, and doubt.
I didn’t bother to point out her actions, I just listened to her words.
“Still, I have to agree, since the Ronin priest seems to be very interested in knowing how I educated you.”
“What are you talking about… ?”
“It means to kiss in moderation.”
When I said it, it was an ambiguous line.
Perhaps this is the first time this type of approach has been taken, Arya made her eyebrows into the eyebrows.
“… Is that okay?”
“Didn’t I tell you before, it’s not a crime even though it gets caught. No, it would be a crime to do this.”
Speaking ironically, her words trembled.
“… If you get caught by the ronin priest, you won’t be whole.”
It was a direct statement.
Certainly, if caught, it would be difficult for me to be safe given the ruthless nature of human beings.
Even so, my will will not be broken.
“I hope this time will be a rich and peaceful time for you.”
It was sincere.
A modest apology for what I did to the young saintess.
If he had refused on the spot, the Ronin priest would have found a replacement right away.
However, if she showed an appearance of compliance like this, she would be able to save the ‘saint”s convenience even a little.
Is there any reason to do this?
The reason is overflowing.
If you’ve hurt someone else, you have to apologize to that extent.
That was how I lived.
