(Limbs and Limbs Cut Off) Saint， Will You Forgive Me for This Too？ 26

Chapter 26 – Between Happiness and Despair

26.

Carl didn’t kill Arya. Sophia let out a sigh of relief.

*

Carl has no consideration for girls. After saying that, Sophia asked for some time alone with Aria. Carl tried to dissuade Sophia, saying it was too dangerous to be alone with someone who slapped her, but Sophia insisted on her.

“Are you okay?”

Sophia stroked Arya’s head with her elbow. Arya noticed that her head was lying on Sophia’s thigh. Of course, it was the knife that laid him down. Because Sophia couldn’t use her powers. The three of them were out in a nearby clearing, the grassy smell of grass and bouncing bugs adorning nature.

“… “

Sophia didn’t have her hands, but she could touch them with her elbows. Arya was about the same age as Sophia, but she looked younger than Sophia. Sophia told her with her benevolent smile. It was a warm voice.

“Was it very difficult?”

This is the man who helped kill her father. For some reason, Aria seemed to be about to shed tears. A common word. Was it hard It’s fine now. She knew how to say things like that even to the little kids out on the street. However, the more common words like that, the more likely it was that no one would pass them on.

“Sorry. I didn’t know about your circumstances. I forgot for a second that Carl isn’t nice to everyone. It’s actually garbage. Such a man He often says he will commit murder, beats people up, doesn’t he insult nobles in the face… There is another ability in such a subject. Whew.”
“… “

Took. The sky was clear. However, drops of water fell on Sofia’s thighs. Sophia said nothing. She just pretended not to know. The water dripping down Sofia’s thighs was a little warm and a little painful.

“Why.”
“Yes?”

Arya sniffed and asked. I don’t know why, but sometimes her runny nose came out with her tears, and that was the case this time. Bad timing. It’s a shame.

“I slapped the saintess on the cheek, why are you worried about me?”
“That’s-“
“According to what he said, I… I’m just a slave why? … A slave is a thing. If you hit the master on the cheek, it’s right to die. Why are you trying to save me?”

Sophia patiently listened to all of her arias. Her pronunciation was not good as she spoke in tears, but she listened in silence. She didn’t care if she sniffed and sniffed her nose on the way. Even when her tears fell where they fell, and her thighs got wet, Sophia just tapped her head with her elbow.

The gun dream was as warm as her father’s touch.

“As expected, it seems that you weren’t originally a slave.”
“Is it obvious?”
“All people are noble beings, but some of them tend to dominate others. It just looked like that. There are also people who don’t call Carl Master, but call him that person. First of all, such a pretty person is a slave. It’s such a sad thing, isn’t it? It was a guess that my wind was also mixed with a little bit.”
“No, the saintess is much more… “
“Thank you for saying that.”

Sofia- Are you okay?

Carl asked nonchalantly. Arya flinched at Carl’s voice. Seeing that, Sophia glared at her knife and stuck out her tongue. Bee- Aria was dumbfounded by that childish prank. “Does the saint stick out her tongue too?” “Oh, can you keep it a secret? It’s embarrassing.”

It seemed to Arya that the saintess of her rumor was a girl her own age. Sophia’s elbow was slowly but steadily brushing through Arya’s red hair. It’s just her blunt elbow, but that warmth was definitely transmitted.

“I think I made her mistake because I wasn’t familiar with Aria’s situation. Please forgive me.”
“Yes? No! It is I who must ask for forgiveness… “
“You were hurt by my words. She just reacted normally. What if I hit you one more time? Instead, when Carl isn’t looking. Carl, if I get hurt… He got angry. A lot.”

Sophia, who said that, somehow seemed amused. Although her brief hesitation was a little suspicious, Arya just let it go.

“I was inconsiderate, Aria. Haha, it always is. It’s not easy for me to keep my word even though I go around telling people to live while caring for others, to live while helping others, and that what I don’t like happens to others. I really hate people who make exceptions for what they say.”
“I think I know how it feels.”
“She never thought it would hurt Arya,” She says. She will apologize again. Sorry. … I know it’s strange to share these words without even seeing them a few times, but I’ll try to convince you why I’ve made such a mistake. Could you keep a secret?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe I like knives. That’s why I said such mean things out of jealousy.”

Cook. Laughter came from Aria. What should I do with this innocent saintess?

“Why are you laughing, Aria? I am sincere.”
“No, it’s just because the saintess is cute.”
“Seriously, don’t make fun of people.”

Arya somehow felt quite good. It’s a strange thing. Today wasn’t supposed to be a terrible day. It would have been just a hopeless life of being raped, having to take care of an asshole, and enduring day by day as a slave.

“Could you tell me a story about the knife? I have no experience.”
“Saint, I am wounded. Because I was raped?”
“Oh, sorry. I must be a fool Another mistake like this.”
“Are you okay. Cook Cook.”

For some reason, Arya felt pretty good at this time.

The outing continued. Had lunch outside. When Carl asked where the slave was going to sickle, Sophia widened her eyes and said, “Feed me!” And sat down together. Carl tried to feed Sophia, but she took Arya’s and ate it, as Sophia pretended to pout her slightly.

When Carl stumbles and finally tries to hit Arya, Sophia freaks out and tells her not to do it, saying she was joking.

Arya pushed her wheelchair. The conversation between the two women continued for a long time. -So Aria is a demon? What’s your world like? Is there a dessert shop there too? There were many conversations to share. The two did not know each other well, and the world they lived in was also different.

By the time we ate dinner, the two had become quite close. Carl didn’t complain, saying, “I feel alienated,” But he reacted quite happily to the fact that the two became close.

Carl says he has work, so he takes Sophia and Aria home first, then goes outside. When Sophia asked where she was going, she said, “To the witch’s workshop.” The house without a knife was desolate. Sofia was almost depressed again, but this time Arya was by her side.

Arya was clumsy, but she made Sophia’s bed, gave him a warm bath, and joked with each other. “Aria, do you know what fire is?” “Yes? What is it?” “Aggro!” “You have a hopeless gag sense. Wahaha.” “Lie! Everyone in the church laughed at me!” “It’s an act of power!”

When Arya washed Sophia, she also played in the water. “Oh, don’t fry! Foul! Foul!” “Can’t you just fight back? With those short forearms!” “Too sweet! Are you saying I said something harsh earlier? My heart hurts so much!”

Arya laid her Sofia in her bedroom, patted her Sophia’s head to keep her from going, and softly recited her lullaby. It was a wonderful experience for her. She didn’t know Aria or Sophia very well, and neither Sophia nor she was close to Aria, but she thought it was a relief that the two of them were together today. Apart from Arya’s poor caring skills for her people. She felt like she had a good friend.

“Good night Sophia.”
“Aria. You also. Sweet dreams.”
“See you tomorrow.”

Arya smiled and turned off the lights and left her room.

The sound of the mansion door being opened is heard.
The knife came.

*

For Arya, that night was like a nightmare. Just like yesterday.
Sophia woke up to find the same sound coming from yesterday.

Arya was raped today too.