How to Live With a Broken Saint 72

Chapter 72 – The Hunter (1)

Inside the carriage to the mansion,

It rocked wildly from time to time on the unpaved country roads, but that slight discomfort did not spoil Isabella’s mood.

She was in too good of a mood to let her mind be distracted by such trivial trifles as usual.

The soft smile on her lips was a testament to her happy feelings. I felt like I could handle anything with a smile now.

To the point where she forgets her fortress, her boredom that tormented her, her thirst for stimulation that will slightly shake her flowing daily life.

Now, with just a little bit of waiting, she could have taken Mason down completely. Her whole body trembled with excitement at the thought of putting a new bird in her cage.

A bird that flew far and high that no one could catch.

A bottled bird with broken wings, a broken beak, and all missing claws so that it can no longer live alone.

But now, in her cage, she would have a peaceful life. Where food and water are plentiful, and day by day she herself tidies her feathers.

You will spend the rest of your life in a happy paradise with other birds. Safe from any external threats.

She whispered softly as the wind from the window cooled her slightly flushed cheeks.

“No one can get in my way now.”

No threat could deter her, Sianna, Mason, Lucia and Becky.

The moment Mason stepped into her mansion, she thought of bolting it.

“Because my family will be safe.”

Isabella patted her window sill lightly with her hand that held her window and hummed her hum.

A family from which no one moves away, and which cannot be destroyed by any threat.

A family in which none of the members leave.

“… Because that’s what family is.”

Unlike her father, her family would be perfect.

Mason falls asleep late in the morning and wakes up early.

Every time she wakes up, she wakes up gasping for breath. As she feels relief that she has woken up from a hellish nightmare without Lucia.

However, the moment I feel the absence after groping for a while on the side of the bed and return to reality,

With a terrible feeling of hopelessness, Mason gets out of bed.

I couldn’t fathom how long it had been since I received the letter saying I couldn’t come home for a while. It seemed like it had been a while, but it also felt like the day I received the letter was just yesterday.

Mason could never get used to it. Of course, since she only spends three days a week with Lucia, her daily life hasn’t changed much.

However, since we do not know when Lucia will return,

The endless uncertain absence drove Mason mad.

On Friday evening, Lucia knocked on her door, and she spent the next four days looking forward to it. The fact that she held out in anticipation of her day with her was what kept Mason going through her daily life.

Daily life without motivation has flowed more slowly, and I am in a state where I can no longer do anything that will allow me to measure the passing days.

Mason sat down on the bed and stared blankly down at her covers.

Talk, Todok-

Little by little, stains began to appear on the futon.

Mason quietly, now feeling a little skinny, raised his hands to cover his teary face.

She felt the hot, damp heat envelop her face, tearing her eyes and choking her nose, but she did not remove her face from her hands.

I’d rather die like this.

At this rate, the hands she supported were filled with tears, and she stuck her head in them, not wanting to lift them up forever.

Because she couldn’t feel anything in her daily life, her thoughts multiplied, and memories she wanted to forget and things she wanted to ignore filled her head.

“… Siana.”

The voice that came out of her two-handed face was rather small and unappealing.

But her weight was heavier than anything else for her, and just taking it out of her mouth made Mason feel a tearing pain.

The human heart is so cowardly.

She was so worried now as she turned away from her and tried to forget her. I wanted to go to her right away and tell her she was sorry and ask for her apology.

But when I imagine facing Sianna,

I thought that her beautiful face would now hang with contempt and hatred that I had only seen in her memory.

– You’ve been running away and now you’re trying to ask for forgiveness? Don’t you think it’s too late?

Late. She knew it was too late.

-Do you remember who brought me here?

It’s me. I brought you here

– He said he loved me.

I loved you. Like my brother No, you were my dear brother.

-Now…

A twisted smile hangs over Shiana’s shimmering face. Clearly staring at her jade-colored eyes, and a crooked mouth, she could see reproaches and resentment.

– Mixing with her brother.

Mason couldn’t look up at her guilt and shame. She didn’t have the confidence to endure Shiana’s disappointment and hatred for her own inconsistency and her inconsistent behavior.

I didn’t even know I would break like this.

“… ! Heh, heh.”

It wasn’t until her head started to feel dizzy that Mason removed her hand and took a quick breath. The air brushed her tear-soaked face, giving her a cool sensation, but she couldn’t wake up in her conversation with Shiana.

-If you told your sister that you love her, does it make sense that you can’t love me that way?

Siana’s words hurt so much. It was colder and more painful than the blade cutting through her skin.

-You just let her mind loose for her pleasure in mixing her body.

No. It’s not like that. I was in such a difficult and broken state. Lucia helped me. I like Lucia…

At that time, Cianna’s face in her imagination is deeply scarred, and Mason realizes that her excuse was self-inflicted.

– Then what about me?

Mason couldn’t say anything. Even if she had a thousand mouths, she had nothing to say.

“When I was broken, when I was in pain, when I pushed everyone away, who was by my side?”

The voice of desperation was clearly audible as if whispering in my ear.

“Who was the person who cared for me, took care of me, and approached me no matter how much I pushed away?”

It was me. It was what I did, what I did.

I felt the sensation of slowly catching the ball. Ice-cold hands slowly turned upwards.

There was Cyana.

The way she looked when she was most miserable.

The tangled, dirty hair, the scars on her naked body through the gaps in her torn clothes from violent hands, and the bruises and scars from the false desires of the holy knights who abandoned their shoes, all intact.

“Right now, Lucia is next to you.”

The hot thing that suddenly flowed down my right cheek, I knew what it was without even checking.

“Who is next to me right now?”

The hot blood that flowed from Siana’s left wrist clung to her cheek.

Sianna’s vacant eyes stared straight back at herself.

She couldn’t look straight at the emptiness in her eyes.

She had to run away.

Mason kicked off the blanket and got up. Her urgent footsteps resounded in the now lonely and empty house.

I needed stability. If you feel the slightest bit of harvest still left in her room-

Mason, who opened her door, could only freeze on the spot.

Cianna, who was sitting on her bed, was waking up laughing.

Cyana softly whispered in Mason’s ear, which was hard as stone.

“Did you run to her brother’s room? Why? Because you need comfort? Pull over her sister’s blanket and masturbate while smelling her clothes?”

Seeing Mason’s expression, Sianna laughed. Mason finally brought her to her senses when she heard her voice resounding with joy.

Mason hurried back to her room and dressed as she could get her hands on. Her trembling hands failed to fasten the buttons several times.

Lucia came up to her with light steps and hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear.

“Are you running away? Like then she ran away from Isabella, from me?”

Cianna continued to shove her face in, with a grin tearing up to her ears.

Mason sprinted her down the stairs and grabbed her doorknob.

The door did not open.

“You always did. I was a coward who always ran away. Didn’t you run away in the winter and this time too?”

Turning her head at the sound of her voice coming from behind her, she saw her grotesquely twisting her body down her steps.

Mason burst into tears and shook the doorknob. Even though she clearly knew in her head that this wasn’t Sianna, she knew in her head that Shiana was over there in her mansion.

At this rate, she really thought she would be killed by her.

Tongue-

Shaking her doorknob, the door finally opened, and Mason spurred on and ran away.

Behind her as she fled, the voice of Shiana screaming in spite of herself was heard.

“Wherever you go, run away! I will be here!”

Mason closed her eyes and ran away. If not here, anywhere would be fine.

Even as she fell and rose again, her untied shoes caught on vines and ripped off, her bare skin pierced and torn by stones and thorns, Mason could not stop running.

From Shiana, no, from her guilt she’s been turning away from herself.

So she went ahead and put her foot down.

Her escape gradually turned into a step, her step soon into a stagger, until the stagger finally stopped and she sat down and let go of her consciousness.

Finally, her escape stopped when she reached the middle of the forest.

The forest is a messy place.

It is a place that changes its appearance day and night and seasonally, so good hunters visit the forest every day and try to learn the geography and surroundings as if they were at home.

So, the woman with dark hair and golden eyes was also roaming the forest as usual for the same purpose.

It was winter when I arrived at this small rural village, so I was walking around the forest observing the changes that had now turned into summer.

And also, if you find a precious plant, you sell it to add to your livelihood.

While taking such light steps,

The sound of hurting the grass that suddenly brushes your ears.

If it was a wild animal, she didn’t notice it until it came this close to her.

The moment she tried to pull the bowstring with an arrow, she thought to herself, “Has her senses become blunted not long after she started her hunter life again?”

She was puzzled by her presence as she made her way through the grass.

“… Female?”

She was a very messy-dressed woman. Soil and leaves got tangled up in the clothes, and even at a glance, it was not normal.

Her eyes are unfocused, and the figure of a woman who walks through the grass and stumbles a few times before collapsing and collapsing.

Hunter Grace had to put away the bow she was aiming for with a dumbfounded expression.