Chapter 11 – 11 – Reunion and Rematch
In a small village on the side of Mt. Borvais, there was a very small church suitable for a small village.
If it were a sect that worshiped a famous god like Mithra, the Guyanese sun god who worshiped the earth, the sect’s name would have been displayed on a large signboard. But Sister Monica’s humble church had no name, let alone a fancy sign. We didn’t even know what god Sister believed in. Even when I asked him, he used to avoid answering.
It wasn’t a strange thing. Although believers of small religions might be suspected of being strange people, they often kept their identities a secret. Even the slightest wind of oppression can endanger the community of faith.
But none of us thought Sister Monica was suspicious.
“Because you were a person who literally translated the word ‘good’.”
Sister Monica put her hands together and smiled.
“For some reason, I always feel embarrassed when Tan compliments me.”
“You must call me Ran Bantai from now on. Nenya said earlier that that will be my nickname from now on.”
I was so happy about our reunion that I am still in tears. Me too.
I was very worried because there was no news, but I heard you were at a front-line party that was almost like the front line.
But it is time to put aside the slightest regret. There will be plenty of opportunity to talk about why there was no news about the closure at a later date.
“And that’s not a compliment, it’s literally true. She raised my siblings, who are only four or five years younger than me, like her mother.”
“To call me a mother is an understatement. I couldn’t even be by her side until the end.”
“You didn’t leave because you wanted to. It was nice to see you crying while holding us, saying you didn’t want to leave.”
Everyone clicked her tongue, saying it was like a child raising a child. Sister at the time was at an age where it was appropriate to be looked after rather than looked after.
But Monica cared for all her little ones as if they were her own children who came into the little home she had prepared for her god.
Until the end, when the villagers, who could not be heartlessly ignored, came forward to help.
I can’t do that. Even if the sister had an aptitude for being a porter and the weight of her back was reduced, it would still have been difficult to support the weight of more than ten souls alone.
“Well, it’s been a while since we met again, so it’s hard to tell you this.”
Even Sister Monica, who grew up thinking of her as her mother, left the village before we could repay her.
And when she came back after that, even her village where she would meet disappeared due to the rampage of her monster, and her connection with Him was completely severed. I think my younger brother and I cried quite a bit.
From that day until now, I have dreamed of saying these words to Sister countless times.
“Please tell me anything I can help you with.”
However, Sister Monica scolded me realistically.
“No, Tan. Didn’t you just say you owe money?”
···Okay. I can only provide help if I live.
My earnest desire to repay the debt of caring for me is just a feeling for now. What should we do first to cover the future?
“I guess you can say things like that so casually when you’re still young. I think I’m in a situation where I should be helping Tan.”
“It’s not money I can’t repay. I won’t make the mistake of taking on that kind of debt again. But I can help you with things other than just financial things-“
“Nothing. Just take care of the road ahead.”
A cold, cutting remark. She didn’t look like the Sister I remembered.
I cringed a little. Has the sister, like Thena, changed little by little over time? That may not necessarily be a bad thing, but if you have bad memories and are pushing away someone who is like a child…
I should say it was fortunate, but Sister Monica was smiling shyly.
“I’m glad that I’ve become a trustworthy adult, but I’m still a long way from becoming a grandmother. It would be embarrassing to say that I’m asking you to rely on me.”
That’s what you said. The sister’s pure and simple smile was just as she remembered.
My heart feels warm. Some things don’t change over time.
“I have a favor to ask of you. Please do not use the pseudonym Ran.”
“Because it’s a lie?”
Sister lived by the saying that if you lie, you won’t be able to write. I assumed that Sister Monica’s denomination might have a god of truth or honesty.
Of course, it could be a verbal habit that developed because the mischievous and ungrateful kids in the neighborhood kept trying to trick and tease Sister.
“Rather, he has become so dependable that a girlish name doesn’t suit him.”
I appreciate your words, but I don’t think I’ll look that dependable.
A little small for a man and a little tall for a woman. Compared to party warriors, their shoulders aren’t that broad. So, even if it’s a woman, there’s an atmosphere where people can roughly trust it.
Furthermore.
“I already said hello to you like that. My name is Ran.”
“Oh my.”
Early evening, restaurant.
When I told Eshen that I had had such a conversation, Eshen reacted with a grumpy tone. I wonder if ‘Ran’ is cute and uncommon.
He even subtly touched my shoulder, saying he looked good with me. I quietly removed his hand.
“···This is sexual harassment.”
“It’s between women.”
‘In other people’s eyes,’ that’s probably true. Because you don’t use that word, you get the scary feeling that your identity is being ignored.
“Just because it’s between women doesn’t mean it’s not flirting. And everyone looks at me strangely…!”
Hearing my desperate whispers, Eshen looked at the sister with a smile as if asking what was strange. Sister Monica smiled awkwardly and shrugged her shoulders. Actually, I don’t think I have time to think deeply about our relationship.
Sister Monica did not accept it easily. She realized that most of her co-workers already knew Tan, whom he raised as one of her own, as ‘Ran’.
So now, you’re sweating profusely because you’re worried that you might make a mistake.
You can see it all in the facial expression. ‘I shouldn’t get caught because of me. Tena too. ‘Let me tell you in advance.’ A face that thinks so.
A mysterious look spreads subtly throughout the evening restaurant. Even though a large steak was served, everyone was hesitant to eat it.
“Monica, where are you hurting?”
“Oh no. It’s okay.”
Hehe, everyone goes back to their seats without being able to ask any more questions due to the smiling faces.
It seems like they are receiving both affection and respect, just like they did in our village in the past.
I was very worried while there was no news, so I’m glad you’re doing well, but I wonder if I’m putting too much of a burden on you as soon as I see you.
He is too sincere to share secrets. He was a person who lived without any decoration or hiding.
Eshen looked curious.
“So, our party’s chief healer lived in the same neighborhood as our new porter? This is also a connection.”
“I can’t go back now.”
Eshen looked shocked at the explanation that his hometown was lost to a monster attack.
Then, he seemed to be thinking about something, and then he put down his fork and looked at me for no reason.
“Why?”
“···In front of you, I made a fuss about not wanting to go back to my hometown. If I had known, I would have been more careful.”
Sister Monica appears to be aware of Eshen’s concerns, and gives an awkward smile.
“Would I hate it when the people in my hometown were scattered because of monsters? Or would I hate it even more to have three or four spouses I don’t like waiting for me? I’ve never been married, so I don’t know, but I don’t think the latter will be a lighter pain than the former.”
“Eshen is sometimes overly cautious. It would be less difficult if you shared his judgment on a regular basis.”
Eshen grunted at the joke she made to tell him not to be embarrassed, but he seemed to realize that she was being considerate. Because he smiled at me playfully.
———
“So right here?”
I grabbed Eshen by the pants he was trying to pull down and shook my head.
“You just covered that up? Don’t you think it’s a bit much?”
Eshen tapped his chin with his fingers, lost in thought.
“That’s half the reason.”
“···What about the other half?”
“If you had done reasonably well back then, I would have been patient today, right?”
Mitra Oh my god.
A short distance away from the camp was Eshen’s hut. Although he said he prepared it himself, camping away from the party must have been a perk in itself. This is probably due to the consideration they received because they are a race that has an estrus period.
Thanks to this, I was able to use the shower facilities in Eshen’s cabin. Instead of going in and out of the shower booth at a women-only party and getting caught with something hanging between your legs.
As I came out, wiping my hair with a towel, I was a little embarrassed.
The first reason is Eshen’s attitude of trying to pull down my pants first. And, the second reason is the item Eshen held out.
“Ointment?”
Eshen said he forgot to give it to him as soon as they met. Seeing that he was averting his eyes like a cat that had an accident, I don’t think it was intentional.
“A deal made with juniper leaves and an alchemist’s elixir.”
“Then we don’t know the ingredients other than juniper leaves. What are they used for?”
“Eliminate the smell. I opened it and smelled it, and it felt like I had poured peppermint up my nose. Waek.”
My mind turned white.
As for body type, there are many muscular female warriors here, so even if we can gloss over it. Body odor cannot be glossed over, right?
“Could it be that my cross-dressing artifact only has the effect of tricking the eyes into looking like a woman? It can’t fool the other senses? Did I have to apply this from the beginning?”
“I have three questions. Huh. Huh. And yes.”
“···Perhaps I smell-“
“You smell like a man, right? Of course, you have to be as sensitive as me to be able to smell it.”
I touched my forehead in gloom. I can’t believe I missed this.
In normal human interactions, it can be difficult to distinguish between men and women based on body odor unless you are sensitive.
However, in this camp, various ethnic groups and races coexist. I washed it very thoroughly because of the discomfort, but people with good noses may have noticed my identity.
I just hope people misunderstand that it’s a smell from outside. It would be better if a colleague with a sense of smell as good as Tigris was not in the camp at all.
···When I think about it, why should I be willing to voluntarily dress as a woman? I’m just caught up in Tena’s plan without even a single manual.
The answer came to mind immediately. It’s rare to find a job that pays as much as this, the contract has already been signed, and you have to repay 100,000 gold.
Okay. I’ll have to work harder at dressing up as a woman.
“Ohhh.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Euppu. It’s so good.”
And in the meantime, Eshen pulled down my pants and took a mouthful of his cock.
I became even more gloomy. Even in this situation, you remain honest.
“···Okay. You must have been really upset that day. But you have to endure it today.”
The rough tongue rolls the tip of the glans on the tongue.
If I were to refuse sex in front of someone I couldn’t defeat, I felt like I had to calm down first and show my will. Then maybe Eshen will give up this time too.
I decided to think of Sister Monica. If he had seen this sight, he wouldn’t have freaked out. What an obscene act on the day I met someone like my mother. Aren’t you embarrassed, Tan?
In fact, there is no law that says you can’t do that, but it’s an unreasonable effort to use it on me. I already had enough body odor. There is no way that it won’t be heard as the sound of sex. Doing anything more that might get you caught is suicidal.
Sister Monica. Those eyes as simple as water drops that seem to believe in me. A warm smile that seems to accept any pressure. And···.
···The heaviest in the village,
So on days when I dressed lightly, I used to embarrass other adults.
That huge physical heart…
“It got bigger.”
Eshen, who seemed to have gained confidence from the caress, showed a triumphant expression.
I have come to the conclusion that Tan Banthai is trash. And I accepted the caress in gloom.
