Chapter 9 – Hero (2)
Under the clear sky, a carriage is running on a paved road.
Inside the wagon, Arya leaned against her hard back and stared at her self-appointed champion.
“… Are you saying that was the only reason you brought me by force?”
“What other good reason could you find?”
Arya was dumbfounded and let go of her bravery.
He was unmoved even in the eyes of the saintess.
He is a nobleman who is quite at his own pace.
She recalled a question she had asked her champion a while ago.
‘Why did the hero kidnap me?’
It was a natural question, if it was natural.
Like it or not, we’re not going to be together anyway.
By the way, kidnapping that doesn’t have to be done?
Deep, deep black eyes stared at Aria.
It was a gaze that gave chills in a different way from the members of the church.
As deadly as the fangs of a beast, it feels dangerous.
Like a herbivore in front of a carnivore, let’s say it’s a sense of instinctively shrinking the body.
Eventually, the warrior shook her hand as if it was not a big deal and said.
‘Because that was the fastest.’
‘… Yes?’
‘It’s obvious that they’re trying to pass the time by saying it’s a procedure or a ceremony, but I have no obligation to accompany them.’
He seems to have a personality that hates formalities.
Arya also sympathizes with her to some extent because she tends to be fed up with formality.
… I sympathize, though.
Even so, I don’t commit the act of overturning the plate like this.
Such senseless and senseless behavior was out of the way for her.
Perhaps by now, there must have been an uproar in the church because of her sudden disappearance.
When her thoughts reached that point, Arya got a headache.
‘How are you going to handle the aftermath…’
‘That’s not something I can handle, it’s the kingdom’s job.’
She shut her mouth, thinking that she was a brave warrior with a lot of social skills.
Is this a warrior?
She also couldn’t believe the rumors.
Where do you see that this is the perfect warrior?
‘… I feel sorry for Makarov.’
The object that innocent child longs for.
How much of a shock he would fall into if he found out that the warrior had just become this much.
The pain of that will be immeasurable.
Arya made up her mind.
I decided not to reveal the hero’s true face to Makarov.
There are many truths that you do not need to know.
For example, the saintess of the church is actually a cheap bitch who spreads her crotch and receives a man’s seed…
“Why?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t look good.”
It seems that the agitation of emotions has been revealed externally.
Arya quickly captured her expression.
“… No, nothing.”
“Yes?”
The warrior shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze to the window.
It doesn’t seem to care much.
Arya also moved her gaze to the window opposite her.
Looking at the surrounding scenery, it seems that the speed of the wagon is quite fast.
For some time an awkward silence hung over the carriage.
The one who spoke to her first was the warrior.
“Do you know where I am going?”
I do not know.
How could she know that she wasn’t even a priest who received an oracle?
“… No.”
“I’m on my way to the biggest mountain in the area.”
“… Why?”
“Because there are many monsters in such a place.”
Monster.
It was a generic term for monsters with demonic energy.
… Go to the mountain full of monsters.
It wouldn’t be like simply going out to see monsters.
The warrior laughed fiercely as if letting go of a threat.
“So if you’re scared, go back now.”
“… I beg your pardon?”
“If you’re scared, go back.”
It’s you who brought me here, so why don’t you go back now?
Arya’s brazen behavior made her head spin.
“… Wasn’t it the hero who asked for help?”
He replied sternly.
“I have said many times that saints and the like are unnecessary. The one who didn’t listen was the kingdom side.”
Is a saintess unnecessary?
Is it intended to incite your anger?
I looked at the hero’s face, but his face was indifferent.
I thought it was really unnecessary.
“Okay.”
Arya didn’t particularly respond to his words.
Because that was a part of her that she sympathized with as well.
He is a warrior who has already proven his abilities on his own.
Even if she intervened in him, how could he help?
It’s good if you don’t disturb or let go.
“Hmm?”
Was her innocent answer a little surprising?
The hero put his chin on his chin and shifted his gaze from the window to Arya.
“Usually the other guys here go crazy.”
“… Were there any saints from other denominations?”
“No, he was a wizard. But are you not even angry?”
“The warrior seems to be rude. Still…”
“… Still?”
Arya replied bitterly.
“Because I thought it was right,” She said. So she just didn’t argue.”
She is, in the first place, her self-esteem, she is the one who has no clue about her.
Someone’s ignorance and contempt were familiar to her, like an alumni she hadn’t seen in a while.
Of course, if this was a public place, he would have pretended to be angry because of the prestige of the sexual cult.
However, there are only Arya and the hero in this carriage.
That said, there was no reason to fight for nothing.
The hero scratched his cheek at Aria’s innocent reaction.
“There is no ambition.”
“I’m not going back though.”
“Why?”
Arya thought about the hero’s question.
Why?
If you are with the hero, you may die.
Dangerous moments will also come.
In fact, if she told me to go back, she would have to go back quickly.
At least the Church would keep Arya comfortable from outside threats to her.
‘But why did I say I wouldn’t go back?’
The question was immediately clear.
It was the first.
The opponent who saw himself with eyes that were not mixed with any selfishness.
There is no envy, no respect, no lust.
The hero treated Arya as just an ordinary person.
That obvious fact.
That normal action.
It must have made Arya breathe.
Even with her Makarov, her Order was still an isolated space for her.
Ordinary believers freely express envy and respect, and high-ranking priests quench their lust with arias.
The church itself was already a stifling shackle to Arya.
If it hadn’t been for the naive Makarov, he would have hanged himself long ago.
“Why?”
The warrior asks again.
It was Arya who realized her own mind, but it was another matter to explain her mind as it is.
How can I say that I want to be with you because I feel comfortable being by your side?
Something embarrassing
“I-I have no obligation to teach you, right?”
“… That’s right too.”
He just clicked his tongue as if he was bored, but he didn’t ask persistently.
I would like to think that people have a very simple personality.
The warrior changed the subject and asked a question.
“… Then let me ask you something else. Now that I’ve brought you, I’m asking, what can you do?”
‘What can you do?’
He probably didn’t ask with the intention of being an accusation, but Arya was momentarily choking her breath.
Her words were kind of PTSD for her.
It was something she had asked herself every time she was raped by Cardinal Mallow, Bishop Ronin, or other priests.
‘What can you do? You are ugly and ugly I would like you to gradually realize that fact. You know? I’m asking this because you admit this fact? That’s why you’re not resisting those bastards, and you’re giving your body to them comfortably. Or were you just enjoying the whimper on a guy’s belly? Ugh, disgusting A really good stomach?’
My head pounded when I heard his voice like an hallucination.
Breathing quickened as if we were in an alpine area where oxygen was scarce.
His hands tremble as if he had tremor.
“… I, I, I, I.”
The hero waited without scolding or scolding her for her stuttering.
Arya, somewhat calmed down by such a calm attitude, recalled the things she could do.
First of all, she can use the ‘sex law’.
Seongbeop literally means sacred power, and there were rare abilities such as healing wounds, resisting abnormal conditions, or activating physical abilities.
Aria, like a saint, was overflowing with talent for her voice.
Because in just one year, she stood out with a performance that surpassed that of most archbishops.
… But if you ask if she’s helpful in combat, well.
Her fighting skills could be professed to be as poor as any of her neighborhood’s wives.
Arya is strangely not good with her techniques of hurting others.
This was entirely due to the setting made by the writer of the seed-bearing saint.
-Saints cannot use techniques that hurt others.
She could not say anything more malicious than this to Aria, who had been put in the shoes of a saint.
In other words, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t raise her personal status.
As a game character, Arya was just a walking medical kit.
She said to the hero, chewing on her newly miserable feeling.
“… I am a walking medical kit.”
Arya says she herself and she herself is dumbfounded.
She swears to the goddess that she had no intention of giving such a ridiculous explanation.
Somehow, the thought just came out of her mouth.
A walking medical kit, isn’t that a strange explanation?
Looking at the warrior, he was making an expression that he did not understand.
Arya would have done it even if it was her opposite.
“… What are you talking about?”
“Ah, that, that… I mean, it could fix status ailments, heal serious wounds, or something like that! Bo, usually medical kits do that, right?”
As Arya continued to speak gibberish, the hero burst into laughter.
It was a bad laugh.
“You are the first priest I have ever seen to introduce himself as a walking medical kit.”
I guess so.
No matter how you think about it, it was a crazy explanation.
Arya felt that if there was a hole in her mouse, she would want to go into it.
The hero showed a cool smile as if he liked her novel self-introduction.
“It’s a walking medical kit, it’s better than I thought.”
What do you mean by good?
Arya stared disapprovingly at the mischievous warrior.
“What’s with that dissatisfied expression… Ah, is it because we still have each other’s full names?”
It wasn’t that she was complaining, but Arya decided to keep quiet.
If I stayed still, half would go.
The hero took off her leather glove and held out her hand.
“Astein, I don’t have a last name.”
It was a name he spat out.
Einstein, Einstein.
Arya chewed on his relatively easy-to-remember name and held her hand.
“This is Arya Rameld.”
“It’s an easy name to remember.”
“The warrior…”
“I also made a statement, but call me Einstein.”
“Mr. Einstein…”
Einstein cut him off again.
“Astein.”
Repeated coercion.
Arya smiled at him.
“Mr. Einstein.”
“Astein.”
“Mr. Einstein.”
It was a useless battle of nerves.
