Chapter 2 – Caregivers (1)
One.
The demon king died and the continent regained peace. The demon king’s daughter was captured, and the forces threatening the continent were all crushed by the hands of the heroes.
“I go in.”
Carl Leben was one of those heroes. However, opinions were divided on that.
You can tell just by looking at the discussions that often take place on the subject of whether it is right to call Carl Leben a hero.
Carl Leben is a rare villain. Worst thief ever. It is the human crusher itself. How can you see him as a hero? Can we see children walking around calling such a person a hero?
But Carl Leben took the devil’s neck. For that alone, he deserves to be called a hero. It’s just that, the major he achieved by joining the hero and other heroes was bigger than other heroes, but never small.
He is a rogue He committed all sorts of crimes. Every kill.
If there’s a hero who hasn’t committed a crime, throw a stone at him.
…
Not to mention within the Chengdu, and the fact that his notoriety spread throughout the continent, it was enough to give a rough idea of how serious human scum he was. A case where the image was washed while being caught among the heroes who killed the demon king.
That was a man named Carl Leben.
Carl Leben was one of the top five players on the entire continent. The reason why he was able to live confidently despite committing all sorts of heinous crimes was largely due to his overwhelming skills. Everyone agreed on that. If Carl Leben wanted, he would have succeeded in killing the Demon King without a hero. He just had no motive.
Then, why did Carl Leben join in killing the demon king-
“Isn’t it polite to knock at least? Mr Reven.”
“Why are you so hard, between us.”
“… Whoever hears it will misunderstand. Intrigue with you makes people want to die, so why don’t you be a little more careful?”
“Are you having a hard time?”
“… You don’t have to worry about it.”
When he opened the door, he saw Sofia reading a book. Carl forced himself to hold back the laughter that almost burst out. Every time he turns a book, he tilts his upper body and whimpers with his blunt arms. The knife approached slowly. So that there is no smile left on your face, just in case.
Carl Leben fell in love with his saintess. To be precise, he fell in love with the saintess’ nobility.
Carl Leben is one of the most powerful men on the continent, and he has met all kinds of women as he is leading the largest criminal group. Among them, she was about as pretty as a saint, and if not a lot of her, it’s not like there aren’t any. Women who open their crotches whenever Carl wants them. There was no way I could be attracted to such bitches.
Nobility? If you make a suitable seat and flirt a little, the nobles will come over quickly. The bitches who were raised only at home and fantasized about adventure thought that such mischief-like one-night stands and entertainment-like romances were romantic and artistic. Like a sick person. When Carl meets Sophia, he is about to be seized by a terrible boredom with the pleasures that are easy to enjoy.
“It looks tough.”
“Are you here to take medicine? Really out of character. I wonder if it would be okay to show a little serious side in front of someone who is suffering. I really feel like crying. Please go away.”
“No, turning the bookshelf. I want to help. … Sorry.”
“… No, it was my fault for reacting sensitively. Sorry. Actually, I’m a bit sensitive. It is.”
Carl brought a chair and sat down next to the saintess.
Sophia wasn’t as angry as Lloyd was. Sophia felt that she was in some sort of debt to Carl. Carl has been courting the saintess endlessly for the past time. Whether it’s a joke or serious. It was a light-hearted man, and it was a joke, but if the period exceeded a year unit, it was a burden in some way.
Saint Sophia was born with a good character. She knew that her refusal would hurt Carl. And the guilt of the past times Carl Leben had been courting her was piled up in a corner of her saintess’ heart. It’s to the point where it feels like she’s playing with people’s hearts.
It’s just that Sophia didn’t kick her knife as badly as Lloyd did, she had a little selfish expectation, so she prayed. Maybe if it was Carl, he would love me even if I looked like this. From the first meeting with her until she catches the Demon King.
She was a saint from the young age of 16 to the age of 20. If he’s a man who has been saying things like like, I love you, and marry me without missing a single day.
Perhaps, the expectation that even the current self, who has become ugly with limbs cut off, will love her.
However, even at the moment of such selfish expectations, Sophia harbors frustration in her heart. It’s because it feels like she’s facing her own ugly humanity.
Even though she had been coldly rejecting the man she had been courting so hard every time, whether it was a joke or a joke, she gave it a reasonable amount of room for the calculated reason that she was the person needed for the warriors’ party. I want you to still love me like that, how selfish is the thought that only a selfish person can do. Sophia watched those thoughts rise deep within her. I am. Even after she did this, she was praised as a saint.
Took.
Carl Leben’s hand touched Sophia’s elbow. The traces of her severed arm being healed. “Ah.” It’s Carl’s voice. Sophia was also startled, and her arms were wrung. Sophia, who lowered her head, heard Carl’s voice. “Sorry.” “No.” Sophia looked at her knife with her new eyes. Have you ever seen Carl apologize?
Of course, there were quite a few enemies who apologized. However, she was the one who reluctantly apologized to me when Sophia and other party members came forward after a long fight. Am I being considerate because my limbs were cut off? I thought so, but Carl wasn’t the owner of such a great personality even with empty words.
It was Carl who asked the mute to sing, cursed in the ear of the deaf, or poked the leg of a crippled man with a knife. Usually, because of such a low-level personality, I would wake up even if people tried to look good. He was rather comforted by Carl’s rotten personality.
Still the knife. This kind of care only for me.
Sararak. I hear the sound of bookshelves being turned.
“Let’s see what our saintess usually reads~”
It’s the same playful voice as usual. Unlike Lloyd.
Surprised by Sofia’s lack of limbs, stuttering her words, reluctant to look at her, sympathizing with her, and ‘considering’ the weak with her characteristic kind heart, she realized that she was no longer a hero like them. Unlike the person who made it.
Unlike before, when every single tone made Sofia realize that she had become a pitiful person, and that Lloyd was trying to be considerate of that.
The mischievous Carl’s tone was still the same as before. I mean, he’s just as mischievous and sometimes affectionate as he was before his limbs became this way.
Sophia burst into tears without realizing it.
A cry different from the one before.
New tears were added to the tears. Carl’s voice echoes quietly.
“The love story of a crippled girl and a country boy – bad taste.”
“Really, I will.”
I heard that when he laughs after crying, hair grows on his butt. I had a sudden thought. Cook. Cook Cook. Sophia laughed. Because it’s funny It was so funny how she thought she might grow hair on her own ass. Even though it’s not a big deal, strangely, I don’t know why it’s funny, but she’s funny anyway. She laughed. With tears flowing from the eyes.
Carl calmly recited the contents of the book.
*
No, why are you laughing all of a sudden?
While watching the grotesque saintess cry while laughing, Carl thought as he finished reading the book. It was successful until the limb was cut off. The demon who cut off the saintess’ limbs was killed on the spot, so no one knows that she instigated the saintess’ limbs to be cut off.
Now, what should I do to get her saintess into her grasp? Looking at it, the saintess seemed to have lost a lot of self-esteem. I think she can go a little bolder.
While Carl is reading a book for a long time. The saintess nodded and fell asleep. Right now, Carl was alone with the saintess, and there was no one else outside. He met Lloyd on the way, so he knew that he was there. Even if you go out boldly, you must not cross the line.
Although Carl’s reputation was not good, he was given a considerable amount of time to spend alone with the saintess, as if he had been criticized for visiting the hospital as a fellow colleague. It’s a bit disappointing that Sophia was wasting it just because she fell asleep.
However, I had no intention of forcibly committing it now. Carl intends to make the saintess want him. Little by little she opens her heart, until finally she does nothing but herself. She hadn’t decided yet what to do with it, but that was the plan first.
In the first place, if you forcibly commit it, you will die for real. A war breaks out. A war to kill one knife. And perhaps the hero is standing in the forefront. No matter how much it is a sword, the hero is a burdensome opponent. He is an existence that can defeat that demon king single-handedly. He doesn’t end up joking when he gets attached.
In the end, no matter what the reason, a saintess is a woman who should be tasted slowly.
Whether it was teaching her, marrying her, or dating her, he had to capture her saintly heart first. No matter what Carl did to the saintess, she said that the saintess would not step forward, and that we were just dating. So that I can say that Carl is not such a bad person.
How should I start
Carl stroked Sophia’s hair. First I had to make her need herself. That’s the easiest way to win Sophia’s heart. Taking care of her. To feel grateful. To feel sorry.
It’s important to fuel the sense of debt that Sofia has made herself feel over the past few years. Sophia is a person of good nature, and she is not one to ignore such a debt of heart. As it piles up, he will be unable to refuse the other person’s words before he knows it.
As soon as she already has some hoards. When that time comes
*
Carl Reben remembers the first time he fell in love with Sophia.
The image of the hero when he wheezed and told Carl to let go of his beloved subordinate. Carl asked what was going on, and Lloyd was furious that Carl’s men were trying to rape his comrades. He was tempted to take a look, but he didn’t want to risk his life on something like this, so he told him to bring the man.
How can I-. That’s what I asked. She looked at the golden eyes of the saintess who was brilliantly beautiful. She approached slowly and said. Shall I cut off his limbs? Shall I throw it for the dog? Or would you like to rape him? Her men wept, she said, begging her to live just once. I have a family.
Sick bastard. There’s a certain level of madness towards women, and a guy who puts the organization at risk by touching a woman beyond that level wants to live? Carl was dumbfounded at the time. He honestly wanted to kill him with his own hands. Support your family? Would you be satisfied if you killed that family right in front of your eyes?
Sophia then said:
“Please apologize.”
“Yes, sorry, of course. And?”
“That’s all you need.”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m really sorry.”
“… That’s it. Song. Lloyd.”
“Really? No. You can kill I don’t intend to bother you by saying that my men died because of you. Killing me too is neat.”
“It’s really fine. I don’t want excessive punishment. As a result, I am also unharmed. Instead… Promise me you’ll never flirt with anyone again. The Lord will want more of that.”
Ah.
At that moment, Carl’s heart firmly established one desire.
He said he wanted to see that naive woman crying out of disappointment in humans.
She’s completely frustrated, and wants to see her crawl on all fours and beg for a hug.
When you need to be the brightest
Most miserably.
Want to trample
The journey for Yuyeol(愉悅) started from then.
*
Yeah, first of all.
I should make the saint girl have no choice but to rely on me. To feel ashamed and ashamed. Even so, feel sorry.
Caregiver-
