Chapter 387 – Embracing, Indwelling, and Being Born (3)
“… Ah.”
I spent over 3 hours in the bookstore like that, and the time I spent researching the course of this date with a bitter smile was about to pass on as if I had acquired common sense of geography.
Veronica opened her mouth as if she had noticed me reading in the seat next to her, as if she had suddenly regained her sanity just then.
Maybe until that moment, I was just thinking in short paragraphs like ‘Reading a book with my husband = fun’. I couldn’t help but notice it because it was obvious, like someone who had been splashed with cold water on her face.
It was a pretty healthy and enjoyable time for a bookstore date.
“Would you like to stop?”
“Is that so? How many more would you like to buy? Books are easy to resell.”
In fact, it wasn’t so, but Veronica told a white lie so that she wouldn’t be strangely reluctant. Fortunately, my shallow lie was not exposed on the spot.
〈We look forward to your next visit!〉
Over the course of three hours, the books I had already purchased and the newly selected books were sucked into the slate. The number easily exceeded 10, but Veronica, who bought it with her own money, felt regretful.
I felt a bit guilty for seeing her like that. Perhaps she should have paid more attention to these trivial matters rather than the distant and grandiose goal of lifting the god’s curse on her family.
The reason Veronica didn’t ask me for something first was probably because she was satisfied with her current life, but wasn’t it because she wasn’t familiar enough with her human society to wish for something else?
The sense of shame is maximized by her intense sorry.
‘… I want to give you a simple accessory as a gift, but would you be more pleased with something like a souvenir than jewelry?’
And her sorry heart soon led to a desire to make up for it.
Sorry for being snobbish. Kingchiman said that when my father forgot our wedding anniversary, he apologized with a bouquet of flowers and a department store gift certificate. The fact that I, who grew up under him, is 50 steps and 100 steps is a problem with my family environment. It’s not my fault.
‘Anyway, the insignificant-looking cat statue I bought last time was also decorated in the room. There must be a souvenir shop on the left here——’
─Kiki!
I found a signboard that said ‘Ring Sale’ at a jewelry shop 100 meters ahead and turned right to Mach.
“Veronica, next to the right.”
“Yes? Oh, I will.”
Fortunately, Veronica didn’t seem to notice because she was browsing the streets, and she followed my lead without question. I was relieved inside.
‘Sparrow!! I was so fucking surprised!!’
I pour a bowl of swearing at a petty jewelry store. If Veronica had even stopped in front of that store, it would have been a fucking bummer. A fun and happy date would turn into a manifestation of hell in an instant.
Is Dana crying or is Veronica crying?
Or, it was the choice of whether we should keep in mind the incident of our Nun Naga, who was cut in line, or whether we would make the goddess who passed away in front of her live the rest of her life, caring about what number she was.
What kind of balance game is this? No matter which one you choose, it’s straight to the bad ending. If this was unplayed, it is the reason for the refund on Steam.
‘Next time baby.’
I put a hold ticket on the goddamn jewelry shop and circled around to the souvenir shop. It was a store that sold a variety of items from alcohol to accessories, but Veronica, who was walking hand in hand with me, suddenly stopped.
“This sign…”
“What’s the matter?”
Veronica frowned at my words and then looked around. Mana opened her eyes as her hand went to the bracelet on her wrist, but luckily she didn’t have a fight or anything.
“My dear. Would you like to follow me for a moment?”
“It is not dangerous. Okay, let’s go.”
Contrary to earlier, Veronica pulled my hand. I followed the sidewalk and entered the alley.
Even an alley didn’t seem like a place where evil bastards could sneak in. It just feels like an alley behind a convenience store.
Boxes were piled up in the spacious backyard, like a construction site, and two men and a young girl were talking there.
〈We express our condolences that commemorative stock brewed in large quantities has become a vicious stock. Then I’m done.〉
One man said so and left the yard. The remaining man panicked and said something to the girl and ran after him, but Veronica exclaimed happily when she saw the girl left behind.
“Also!”
I also understood as I listened to her surprised voice. She found out why Veronica had come this far.
“Veronica. You wouldn’t recognize it if it looked like that.”
“Uh, sure.”
Veronica, who was about to head to her girl without thinking, put on a look of regret at my words and then she changed into foal mode. She had no hesitation at all, even though it would be her humiliating figure to her. Perhaps it was because they were so happy to reunite.
〈… Oh!!〉
The girl also recognized Veronica, who transformed into her cursed form.
The face of the girl who was grouchily about to enter the house brightened noticeably. She threw the door of her house wide open without warning me and Veronica, and ran out.
Veronica, transformed into a horse, flinched. Oh yeah. At that time, the curse was still at its maximum, so I couldn’t speak a word to anyone other than myself. She just didn’t know her name.
I shook my head and put my old Arthur Wayne tone into my mouth again.
She was a Romanian hunchbacked girl who had taken care of Veronica, who had been captured by the circus until last year.
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No matter how good I was at forgetting people’s names, I didn’t forget the poor girl with the three-letter name.
She says that Rosanna, who has returned to being a normal girl with her back perfectly healed, has moved to Etur Lasna following her father, her brewer. She was for the security of the city and the treatment of the spine.
〈All thanks to Mr. Wayne’s grant.〉
Rosanna’s father, Mr. Mauro, burst into tears as he said that.
First of all, like Arthur Wayne, I transformed my clothes and a piece of wood into a mask and costume, and I laughed awkwardly. Having had the experience of kidnapping her daughter, he went on a rampage when he saw me looking suspicious, but after hearing Rosanna’s explanation, he invited us to her house.
“I’m glad you seem to be doing well.” I just shrugged my shoulders, thinking that there would be no point in denying anything in my experience. It was a trivial relationship and an accidental reunion, but there was a reason why they came all the way here. The main reason was that Veronica would want to thank Rosanna, and the second reason was her personal questions and curiosity. ‘Actually, you may not even be in a position to be thanked. Perhaps, there is a possibility that misfortune will befall the Mauro family because of me.〉 It’s a problem because it can’t be trivial. I said, holding back what I almost sighed. ‘I wish I did too. In that sense, I would like to ask, has there ever been a suspicious person asking about my impressions after reuniting with my daughter? To anyone in the family.〉 “Mr. Wayne… ? Nope. There wasn’t.〉 Mauro shook his head and flatly denied it. “I’ve also heard that my daughter saw Mr. Wayne’s, that, bare face.” “If it was a coincidence to Wayne, it was a miracle to us. She’s asking her daughter every day, so she wouldn’t have said anything to anyone. Of course I am too. If I had known, I would have sent you a letter of thanks.” I was worried about that too. Maybe her Rosanna, her family doesn’t care for her very much, or she thinks that I’m giving her grace as a dick, so she sells her montages and so on to others. But as far as I could see, there didn’t seem to be a problem with that. The remaining concerns are on the other side. I raised my voice and said. My concern is one. The point is that if Tabula’s death is questioned and investigated in If so, it was possible to follow the Haysbent circus incident and to find Rosanna who knew my true face. It was not difficult to dig out their testimonies through torture or interrogation, or pursue the remaining evidence through documents. Perhaps because I asked this question so seriously, Mauro groaned so hard that it wouldn’t be strange even if I doubted him.
It was he who nodded her head. I can’t believe it 100%, but on the premise that it’s true, I was able to establish a hypothesis.
‘The
That’s why I didn’t have a pursuer.
Tabula, whom I regarded as a half-human, must have been a ‘fallout’ who failed to become a ‘Human Body’.
‘Putting together the scattered clues so far, this is an almost certain conclusion.’
Did they have changes in their bodies like me who received the side effects of Beast Return?
‘I ended up becoming Yeoui-bong, Juji, but the side effect of Tabula must have been that ugly face.’
The president of Tustars, who was the enemy of Fran, also had a body with scales, so the symptoms would be very different, but anyway, it seems that I unwittingly launched a hot provocation that cut down on Tabula’s reputation and pride at the same time.
That’s why he seems to have been beaten up by me, who was a lower level than himself. Damn you, half-human bastard.
Anyway, the role of those who have not been able to be so
A ‘loser’ and a ‘minor’.
‘That must be the role played by the ‘failed works’ of
They were servants who retrieved young children who would be sacrificed to
It seems that only children are used as sacrifices for the
‘It’s over when you pamper yourself like that. They don’t even investigate who interfered with their plans.’
Until there, there is no problem.
The important thing is that we beat the president of Twostars.
‘We killed Enrir, Thor’s
Then, this time, the pursuer should have been attached.
Didn’t the beings who would kill the ‘successful’ who took Thor’s constellation knew of their existence and even became hostile to them?
‘We can’t just wait for the enemy to come after us. If we find the location, it might be better to hit the first attacker.’
It wouldn’t be bad to find an ally.
If I asked Elder Cornelius for a favor, would I be rejected? I just had to get the word out.
If the pursuer was attached, would it be necessary to find Zoid, who was the younger brother of the president of Two Stars? If there were any problems with him, it must have been the involvement of the
‘Let’s ask Catherine by letter. There are many ways. It’s the odds of success anyway.’
A middle-aged, quarter-dwarf blonde tanned bully.
It shouldn’t be hard to find because it’s so damn distinctive. I don’t know if Catherine is still in Lenapolis, but if she’s as unique as I am, she’ll be able to ask someone else.
