Chapter 132 – 33. A Night of Deep Sleep (1)
A bonfire flickering in the cool wind against a dark gradient background. I just stared blankly at the flame that was burning firewood in solitude.
I was mesmerized for about ten minutes, as if I was hypnotized.
I was lonely and had nothing to do, so I picked up dry twigs on the ground and started a bonfire for no reason.
Has it only been about half a day since we left the main church? Before we know it, the sky is filled with pure white stars.
As winter approaches, the days seem to go by faster, and perhaps because of the cold, I get hungry that much faster.
Anyway, I blinked my dazed eyes and regained consciousness. Looking around, everyone seemed busy doing their own work.
Bishop Lisa was having an important conversation with the coachman, and Isabelle was organizing necessary items in the luggage compartment.
Sylvia can’t see where she went, but she wonders what it is. Because I don’t think anything will happen to that strong body.
And Cordelia…
He was still sleeping in the carriage with his legs stretched out.
Really… Should we call this a ragtag group?
For some reason, I’ve never seen those four women together. Well, when they got together, they were busy showing their teeth and growling at each other, but they kept their distance because they knew they wanted to avoid it.
“Ugh… “I need to cook rice.”
I get up from my sore body and approach the luggage compartment where Isabelle is to get cooking utensils and ingredients. Even though I approached quietly and made as little noise as possible so as not to attract attention, Isabel reacted with shock when I got closer to see if there was any radar detecting my presence.
Eventually, her eyes met hers as she shivered from the cold.
“Saint, do you need anything?”
“No, it’s late, and I’m trying to prepare dinner, but are you very busy?”
“Oh, no. Write it.”
If you need something, she makes room for you to take it. I quickly gathered the cooking utensils and ingredients and bent down to search the inside of the luggage compartment, intending to return to the warm campfire.
I think the meat should be orc meat… Ugh… I can’t reach my arms for a moment…
I’ve taken the rest and just need to take the ladle deep inside, but I can’t reach it. Damn, I have a small body and I try my best, but I don’t think I can reach this distance. She turned her head and looked at Isabel to ask for help.
“Hero, can you please take this out for me? Hero? Hero!”
“Ah, yes!”
You crazy bitch. When I looked to see what he was doing behind him, he didn’t even flinch and was blatantly peeping at the cleavage of his buttocks that was exposed above the tool as if he were mesmerized. It was only after I yelled at her that she came to her senses and hurriedly took out her ladle.
Her face became stiff as she realized her mistake too late.
“Thank you.”
I had a lot to say, but I didn’t bother to say it. At that age, women have a very active sexual desire.
And this isn’t the first time I’ve received these looks. When she was at church, she lived as the daughter of believers every day, so she had no particular inspiration.
“S-sorry. I didn’t mean to look at it on purpose. So, without even knowing… “I’m sorry.”
Even though I didn’t say anything, I’m going to confess my sin. If she had just stayed quiet, she would have missed it, but Isabelle seemed to think she had already found out. Well, it’s not really wrong, but…
“Are you okay. The warrior is at that age too. I understand everything.”
“Are you forgiving me?”
Forgive me… I wasn’t even angry in the first place. Of course, if it were other men living here, I would have been furious, but since I lived in a world where the perception of men and women was reversed, I could understand such feelings.
The reason my voice got louder was simply because there was no answer even when I spoke.
It’s roughly similar to a man looking at a woman’s breasts without realizing it. I think so.
“Do you have anything to forgive? “We’ve already seen everything we can’t see together.”
Oops… !
When I said it was okay, my inner thoughts came out unconsciously. My habit of talking to Bishop Lisa without any filtering came out through my mouth without me even realizing it.
“Ah…”
“No, this is it. That’s not what I meant… Si, because I don’t care. “There’s no need to be sorry.”
I’m going crazy, it’s completely out of the question. Unable to repeat the words she had already spoken, Isabel’s faintly red cheeks suddenly became red to the extent that she could see, as if she was remembering something that had happened before.
“Then I have to go cook rice, so I’ll go first. Good luck!”
If we continue to talk here, I think it will become difficult to see each other in the future. I quickly gather my things and leave the place. Without even looking back, he ran away in a hurry and stood in front of the bonfire.
Madam… What was I thinking…
This guy’s mouth is always the problem. Even though I felt like I had to be careful, I was prone to accidents out of habit.
@@@@@
Bubble. The soup on the trivet is already starting to boil. A fragrant smell soon fills my nasal passages. The floating potatoes and oak meat were enough to whet one’s appetite.
“We can all eat this much, right?”
Was there a total of six including the coachman? Assuming that Sylvia alone serves 2 or 3 people, I think she made about 10 people. As I was slowly finishing preparing the meal, a shadow suddenly appeared over me. When she raised her head, she saw Sylvia covered in something that looked like yellow mucus.
“Oh, is it soup?”
“Yes, but Sylvia, that thing on your body…”
“I was trying to clear out some demon beasts around me… “Can I sit here instead?”
“Oh, yes.”
Demon beast? What kind of demon beast did you fight?
For some reason, I couldn’t see it ever since the carriage stopped.
Did he at least say that he would go somewhere? I was getting worried because he didn’t show up after an hour or two.
“Huh! “I’m going to die from this hard work.”
Sylvia must have been very tired, but instead of sitting on the log, she immediately collapsed onto the dirt floor. After catching her breath a few times, she lay down using the log I was sitting on as a pillow.
“Hmm… Good smell… “Saint, do you know how to cook?”
“Yeah, well…”
To be honest, rather than saying that she didn’t know how to learn, she learned it by helping believers. Of course, there are clear limits to what I can make, so the best I can do is make something simple like this. However, for Sylvia, who survives by eating preserved food every day, this seemed like a good idea, so she snuggled next to me.
“Now here. It’s hot, so you have to be careful.”
“Yes!”
She told me to be careful, but as soon as she gets the plate of soup, she pricks her ears and almost slams her face into the plate. Even though no one was taking her away, Sylvia was eating ravenously, wagging her tail from side to side.
… But if you look at it like this, it really looks like a dog.
Is it because they are from the Rongin tribe? It’s not a curse, it’s because I eat like a dog. Still, Sylvia uses spoons to describe herself as a human being. Within a few minutes she had completely emptied the inside of her bowl.
“What. “Did the priest do it?”
She was about to gather everyone together, but when she suddenly turned around, Isabel and Bishop Lisa were standing there. Is it because everyone is hungry? They came to me first. Even though they didn’t want to stick together, it seemed they couldn’t overcome their primal appetite.
The place is quite full for a meal like that. There wasn’t really any conversation, it was just a place to eat in silence, but it was still full of people, and it was crowded with various noises.
Honestly, in the current situation, I’m just glad we don’t fight. Just the fact that there was no swearing was a big improvement.
“Is Cordelia still sleeping?”
“It looks like she’s been staying inside since a while ago, but I don’t know if she’s dead, so I’ll just leave her there…”
Everyone seems to have no interest in whether Cordelia appears or not. In fact, she had accumulated karma, so it was natural for her to be treated like this.
Still, since he had saved me before, he left me alone, so I climbed into the carriage with the remaining soup.
“Cordelia?”
“Huh?”
I don’t know how long she had been up, but she was leaning on her chin with a dull expression and leafing through a book as thick as her law book.
“Aren’t you eating?”
“I’m not particularly hungry.”
Growling-
Even though she wasn’t hungry, it was the usual loud noise coming from Cordelia’s stomach. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she was also embarrassed.
“I’ll leave it here. “Eat if you’re hungry.”
Since I couldn’t feed the grown child myself, I put him on the seat right next to me. One way or another, if you’re hungry, you’ll eat it yourself, right? He was so stubborn that I didn’t want to get into a fight. I don’t even have the courage to do that in the first place.
“Hey, kid.”
“Yes?”
As I was about to come out and go to her campfire, Cordelia suddenly stuck her head out the window and called me out. It looks like she wants to say something, but she clicks her tongue and quickly shakes her head as if she wasn’t thinking for a while.
“No. Just go and see.”
“…”
What? Why do you stop talking?
Calling people out for no reason just makes me worry more. I narrowed my brows and returned to my seat, thinking that it probably wasn’t like poetry anyway.
Not knowing that Cordelia was still staring at me from behind, she joined the crowd and continued eating.
