Chapter 166 – 39. Let’s Get It Right First (3)
My eyes are spinning. How long did you walk?
My vision became blurry and I could no longer see.
No matter where I searched along the beach, there was no sign of the priest. Isabel widened her scope and entered the forest.
Still, she felt fortunate that she found what appeared to be human footprints.
Of course, this too was soon cut off, but judging by the small and narrow feet, it was clear that it was the priest’s. No, I was sure.
You’re alive. Surely somewhere…
Just when she thought about giving up, she found a ray of light that made her move again.
Because at least she didn’t get caught in the explosion and die.
She went deeper and deeper into the dark forest, breaking the branches that grazed her skin as sharply as a knife.
The result of moving day and night without rest is now.
When he saw Priest Isaiah alive and well, his face would have brightened, but when he saw the dirty bitch who was molesting him, he felt his body’s five organs being twisted.
“… “
Any form would be fine, so I just hoped that the priest was alive, but the internal injuries were too severe to endure seeing this with the naked eye.
It’s mine… Isn’t that mine?
The line that had kept me rational was suddenly cut off.
Why is that bitch harassing the priest? Why?
It was strange. Sylvia has been her blood sister for a long time. She was an invaluable younger sister for the time we spent together, but now she seemed like an enemy I wanted to kill right away.
In some ways, it is a being lower than a demonic beast. The anger that grew out of control soon turned into murder.
At that moment, the thought in my head transformed into a linear thought that I had to kill that bitch immediately.
After that, his actions were relentless. She kicks herself off the ground and jumps over the pond. Her fist, filled with her fierce power, plunged into Sylvia’s face.
Bang!
The forest rang. The startled birds soon fled into the sky, clapping their hands. A large cloud of dust rose where her fist struck. It was definitely a force that would have killed an ordinary person instantly.
However, Sylvia’s tenacity, as a Ronin, was not easily broken.
“Oh, sister! It’s a misunderstanding, it’s a misunderstanding! Cough! Ugh-! “Wait a minute, stop talking to me!”
Sylvia crawls out, covering her dust, and begs for her life, perhaps sensing her danger.
Misunderstanding? What on earth is this misunderstanding? I saw it clearly with my own two eyes. Priest Isaiah’s distressed expression.
And those creepy fingers like snakes crawling all over his body.
There is such perfect circumstantial evidence, so where are you going to get away with it?
She couldn’t maintain her senses unless she beat Sylvia until she lost her temper.
Tub-!
And then something hugs you from behind.
Why are you disturbing me?
Priest Isaiah held her tightly and gave her strength to prevent her from approaching Sylvia.
Of course, if you try to shake it off and get out, it is a force so fragile that you can just shake it off and get out. But for some reason. They psychologically felt weight made it impossible for me to move, as if hundreds of shackles were attached to my entire body.
“Saint…”
“It’s a misunderstanding. It’s absolutely not like that… Isabelle, take a breath first… Please calm down.”
What… What? No, what is the misunderstanding? It was happening right in front of my eyes…
I was just trying to help the priest. What I was clearly seeing was a crime scene, and the bitch in front of me was a bitch that could have been beaten to death. However… For what?
I was just trying to save him from the devil’s hands, but he suddenly stopped me.
Was the priest possessed by that bitch?
Nonsense. Otherwise, Sylvia, there would be no reason to protect that bitch.
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His head was pounding. What kind of situation is this? The more Isabelle tried to think, the more complicated Isabelle’s mind became.
Sylvia was attacking the priest from behind, and Priest Isaiah stepped forward to protect Sylvia. Is what I’m seeing right now really true? Slowly, his brain started to become overloaded.
Nevertheless, he tries to calm Isabel down somehow and continues to explain her situation.
He was so desperate that his words were incoherent, and he even spoke gibberish.
Anyway, Isabel suppressed her boiling anger and learned the culprit from the beginning of the incident.
The cursed clothes that Bishop Lisa and Isabel wore at the main church of Holy Spirit Church a few months ago without even knowing how cool they were. I found out late that this was the beginning of it all.
The heat that used to burn like an active volcano soon cooled down rapidly as if cold water had been poured in.
Was it my fault?
The shock didn’t go away. Her arrow, which was aimed at Sylvia, was turned and pointed straight at her.
Then from the beginning…
No, how could this happen…
No… Didn’t the people in the church say there was no problem?
Well, there was one thing they didn’t know about these clothes. It seemed like there was nothing wrong with it. It was clear that no detailed research had been done. I just said nice-sounding things to avoid the situation.
The more Isabel listened to the priest, the more confused Isabel became.
“Ha…”
She sighs and lifts her eyes. For a brief moment, my eyes met Sylvia’s. I wonder if the fear from earlier came back to me again. He cowardly hid behind Priest Isaiah.
That’s it… I can’t forgive that bitch.
Even though they are comrades who fought on the same battlefield and shared hardships together, Isabel is also a woman, so what about friendship in front of men? She had nothing like that.
Even if the cause is a curse, it doesn’t change the fact that he touched the priest’s body.
It was intended to later separate the bones and flesh.
“Chit”
It won’t work. I felt like my head would explode if I stayed here any longer.
There are no leaves left in the sea. Now Isabel has reached her limit. She reached a point where it was difficult to even open her eyes and see, so her body unintentionally left the room.
Then suddenly, traces of an affair caught my eye.
There was a sticky trace left on the makeshift bed that I couldn’t tell if it was semen or love juice.
“Hot! I like them both very much… It won’t work. “I’m going to cool off for a moment.”
The words that came out of Isabelle’s mouth seemed so absurd that they seemed so absurd. The thoughts she was trying to think inside piled up and rushed out of her mouth as if running away.
“AC!”
She just leaves without looking back.
I don’t know. I thought she would be happy just seeing the living priest, but I was also frustrated as to why this had happened.
She trudges out like a person who lost everything to a conman. She can’t even kill those bitches. She tightened her facial muscles and bit her teeth.
As her feet move, she follows the flow, and before she knows it, Isabel has arrived at the place where she reunited with Priest Isaiah.
She pressed her eyebrows and leaned her shoulder against the tree.
Why… Why the fuck am I jealous?
She is sitting smiling.
On the one hand, I was angry, but on the other hand, I was so fucking jealous of Sylvia. She must have been playing with her body on that bed.
A memory of me interacting with a priest in a goblin colony a few years ago suddenly came to mind.
Just a little… If only I had discovered it earlier…
I woke up too late. Who would have thought that Sylvia would have her player taken away by that bitch.
If only a little… If only she had woken up a little earlier and found the priest first…
If that were the case, it could have been Isabel who was fucking her, not Sylvia.
Eww… No. Wake. What are you thinking now?
Are you crazy? They say that their feelings toward Priest Isaiah are not what they used to be, but there are still things that should be done and things that should not be done. Not a beast like Sylvia. If she were born as a human, she had to make decisions as rationally as possible.
Raping a priest or something like that…
Gulp…
“Is that Isabelle?”
Let’s correct her wrong thoughts. Suddenly, a familiar voice tickles my ears.
Then Isabel’s eyes sparkle.
When she quickly turned her head, her priest was standing behind her and looking up at her.
He has a small stature like a child and his hands are somewhat folded together. Her watery eyes looked like they were about to explode.
“Seo, saint… !”
What? Even though the priest came so close, I didn’t feel any sense at all.
Does that mean he was out of his mind?
Anyway, I thought he escaped well, but it turns out that wasn’t the case.
“Isabel, are you furious because of me?”
Eventually, the priest’s slightly trembling voice was heard. The sound of crying that seemed like it was going to explode at any moment made my heart stop.
“Yes? Oh, no. Because of the absolute saint… Because it’s not like that.”
“Sorry. Don’t be angry. I won’t do anything like that again… Flaw…”
Uh? Uh… What? What? I suddenly start crying. Then, an intangible pressure weighs on her heart once again.
The priest didn’t do anything wrong, but the bitch did it…
Munchul-
“Gasp!”
As a final, final blow, Priest Isaiah embraced Isabel.
“He… Sorry. Don’t be angry…”
Crazy… !
He puts his face on his chest and sobs. A sense of her guilt rose to the surface and swept over her in an instant.
