Pretending to Be a Girlfriend？ 110

Chapter 110 – The Past (10)

Early moning.
As the sun was barely emerging, Stachis prepared to visit the grave.

There was no lie in what he said to his brother.
He had no desire to visit the grave.
But I’ve come this far… And I can’t go back.

I was thinking of swearing or beating him coolly when he came.
Coming to this small outskirts town was also difficult.
It took several days for an unwanted encounter, and the accumulated anger and frustration was not easy.

I didn’t want to stay here any longer.
So, I got up early and left the house.
To finish as early as possible and return as early as possible.

The white breath blooms in front of the face and breaks.
He looks at the village where moonlight is still shining rather than sunlight.

Each village has its own characteristics.
People’s way of life is contagious.
If someone lives diligently, we live diligently together.
If you live lazy, you will be lazy along.

Especially in a small town like this, exchanges between people would be active, so it was easy for the characteristics to be expressed.

This town was industrial.
Even this early morning, there were many people busy sweeping the yard or doing something.

“…”

Under other circumstances, he would have smiled and admired what a great town it was, but he was a little uncomfortable in his honest mood.

I didn’t know where the grave was, but I wanted everyone to not see me… Judging from this liveliness, I thought it might be difficult.

Starchis remembered the information his brother had given him the day before.

‘Behind the town hall, walk straight and turn left at the big tree you see. If you go a little further from there, you will come across a fist-shaped rock. The grave is in front of it.’

The location of the tomb, which he had only heard about once, stuck in his mind and did not leave.

No matter how much I pretended to be indifferent to them, I couldn’t put it off in this respect.
The brain takes care of it and memorizes their information.
It seemed to subconsciously realize that it was important information and not to forget it.

He looks around
The brightening town gave a different impression from yesterday.
I couldn’t see anything yesterday because I couldn’t see anything, but the inn was in the middle of the village.

The village was neat.
There are many small, well-maintained buildings that look sturdy, with no collapsed or crumbling houses.

The gaps between the houses were also wide, so the entire composition of the village could be seen.

“…Well.”

But there is nothing in sight that could be called a town hall.
It was the same even if I walked around a little bit and looked around.

Starchis scratched his head and went back to the inn where he stayed overnight.

Unlike the diligent villagers, the inn was still quiet, perhaps because the guests staying at the inn were not diligent.
As a result, the innkeeper didn’t look too busy either.

“I will ask you one thing.”

He says looking at her face.

“Can you tell me where the town hall is?”

“A town hall?”

She chews Starches’ question, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“If you go out and go all the way to the left… No, did you see the stable? From there follow the path near the trough… Um…”

She was unsuccessfully trying to find words to explain her way.
She couldn’t tell if it was because she was sleepy or if it was complicated to explain the way.

Stachis waited for her to sort her words out.

Then the innkeeper snapped her fingers as if he remembered something about her.

“Ah. I’ll ask my daughter to direct her to her town hall her.”

“Yes?”

Her conclusion her came as a surprise to Stachis.

“It’s okay if you don’t do that. Just point her finger her in the direction her and she’ll be on her way her.”

“No, my daughter has work every morning anyway… Stea!”

As she calls in her loud voice, a door opens on the first floor.

Inside, a little girl rubbed her eyes and walked out.
A girl who looks like 8 to 10 years old.

Reminiscent of Russ, he had the same black hair and black eyes as Starchis himself.

“Stea, are you going to the flower shop today?”

The innkeeper could not hide her smile as her own daughter appeared.
Even if she did not look properly, she could see her dripping affection from her.

…Oh yeah. The idea of ​​a proper parent-child relationship came to Starchis.

“Yes, Mom.”

Covering her mouth with her little bracken-like hand and yawning, Stea answered.
She looked sleepy, but in her bold behavior, she didn’t seem to want to go back to sleep.

“Okay, so can you guide this brother to the town hall on the way?”

Stea blinks her eyes and looks up at Stachis.
She then blinked her eyes a few more quickly, and she looked back and forth between the innkeeper and Starchis.
It was an expression of displeasure.

“…Must do it..?”

Stea’s eyes fixed on Stachis’ forarm her as she spoke.
It was the forearm of her left arm with a huge scar.
Starchis sensed a faint fear in Stea’s wandering eyes in her.

Shuk, Starchis unknowingly covered up the scar, but her Stea’s expression her didn’t change.

Hey, there is probably no child who is not afraid of a large, scarred adult.

Starchis slowly approached the girl.
Then she gets down on one knee in front of her and meets her at eye level.

And she asks slowly, holding her little hand her.

“Pretty lady, can you help this man? I’m in trouble because I’m lost.”

At his honorific words her, the girl widened her eyes in surprise.
Her tone and behavior seemed to be unexpected for her.
And as if this was the correct answer, her frightened expression her quickly relaxed.

Starchis sees her like that and her laughter her comes out.

He was a cute kid

As Stea looks at her mother her with her slightly relaxed expression her, she smiles and nods her head softly.

The innkeeper’s daughter hesitates for a moment before answering Stachis’s words.

“… Are you lost?”

“Yes. I see.”

“…Isn’t that a bad brother? I have a lot of scars on my body…”

As the innkeeper cautioned yesterday, Stea seemed to have witnessed many of her grown-up fights with her.
She seemed to know exactly what scars had to do, and how people with many scars lived.

The scarred men she had seen so far must have been rough.
Like Starchis himself, he wouldn’t have used honorifics, and he wouldn’t have gotten down on one knee.

Starchis replies so that she can shake off her fears a little more.

“These are scars from adventure. Do you like adventure?”

Stea’s eyes twinkle at Stachis’ words in her.
Then he nodded her head vigorously.

He points to the scar on the nape of his neck her.

“Do you know the lion? These are the scratches from the claws of the lion I met in front of the waterfall.”

Starchis briefly unravels the adventure story.
Stea was concentrating.
He exclaimed an exclamation of ‘Wow… ‘ And was alleviating his resistance to the scar.

He then shows the scar on the back of his right hand her.

“And this is a wound from catching a horse with horns,”

Finally, he points to the scar on his left wrist.

“And these… Scars from monkeys with knives.”

The girl seemed to have judged that Starchis, who hit and stabs people, was a little different from the adults she was afraid of.

“…Is the monkey holding a knife?”

She asks shyly.
Even in this situation, the curiosity seemed unbearable.

“There are times when we meet on an adventure.”

Stea purses her lips and nods her head.

“I see…”

I looked at the scars of Stachis for a long time like that.
She told her own mother.

“I’ll pick you up and come back!”

She seemed determined too.
To go on your own adventure.
It was so cute that Starchis ended up petting her on the head.

And Stea, who put her hand her on her head her, was surprised for a moment, then smiled with her ears blushing at his friendly touch her.

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“Brother, are adventures fun?”

Stea walked down the street chattering next to Stachis.
Now it was a town where many people wandered around.

While the villagers show their wariness toward Starchis,
When Stea greeted her brightly, she smiled equally brightly and she was greeted.

Even if Stea didn’t say hello first, there were many people who asked her how she was doing and treated her kindly.

I wondered if this girl might be the most popular in this town.
She seemed to understand why the innkeeper had introduced her daughter as his guide her without worrying about her.

All the villagers were taking care of Stea, so there was no problem.

“Adventures scare me.”

Starchis answered in a friendly tone.

“Your brother’s tone is strange. Aren’t you an adult?”

Stea watched with her puzzled eyes.
Starchis puts her words at ease so that she can think more comfortably.

“… Then shall we say this?”

“Yes!”

Then he came over and took Stachis ‘hand her.
It seemed that Starchis had taken a step into Stea’s heart without even knowing it.
Children’s sense of distance was something they sometimes knew but didn’t know.

She remembered when she went to the orphanage with Bien.

“Aren’t adventures fun?”

Stea looks up at him again and asks.

“You wouldn’t think it would be fun to meet a scary beast once, would you?”

It was unacceptable for her to develop her romance her in her gatherer work her.
He was the one who knew the dangers of it better than anyone else.

“But if it’s not fun, there’s no reason to keep doing it.”

Her girl she seemed smart for her own age.
Surprised by her point her, Starchis replies.

“Sometimes it’s fun.”

“When?”

“With friends…”

He thinks of the party member for a moment and his mouth stops.
But before Stea could be puzzled, she spoke again.

“When making memories with friends?”

“I see.”

“Does Stea have many of her friends?”

“Yes! There are so many.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. But I hate Eden a little bit.”

The cute girl’s expression crinkles and she puffs out her cheeks poutingly.
She, too, seemed to have many problems of her own.

“Why do you hate Eden?”

“It keeps bothering me.”

“Do you keep bothering me?”

“Yes.”

She stomped on the ground and showed her own anger.
Starchis senses how colorful a child can be.
Although she had n’t seen her in a long time, she could see her various emotions in her.

“I think it’s because she likes Stea.”

“Yes?”

A question mark floats across her face her.

“I like you, but why are you bothering me?”

“It’s because I want to draw attention.”

“Ugh…Then I’d rather be honest with you.”

Starchis thinks for a moment at Stea’s words her.
And she slowly nods her head.

“Okay. That’s what I think too.”

Surprised by her own voice that sounds darker than she thought, Starchis asks brightly.

“Would you like Eden to tell you honestly that he likes you?”

“Yes? No? Do you absolutely hate Eden?”

Strangely, the situation is so funny that Stachis suppresses laughter.

“Stea hates Eden so much, so why did she come to like Eden Stea?”

“I see.”

“I think I know.”

“What is it?”

“She is like that because Stea is pretty.”

Stea’s surprise was conveyed through her flinching, grasping hand her.
She flushed her cheeks and started slapping Staches’ thighs with her spare hand her.

And when did the distance become so close?
She didn’t know where the girl who was afraid of her had gone.

Starchis laughed out loud at her cuteness.

“I’m not pretty.. Just kidding.”

He said, pulling Stea’s cheek her with her free hand her.

“It’s not a lie.”

“…”

That was Stea, who looked happy inside.
Stea then raised her finger and pointed at something at her.
At the tip of her finger her was a small building.

“That’s the town hall.”

“Okay?”

Stachis lets go of Stea’s hand hers.
But Stea did not let go of his hand her.

“..Yes?”

“Brother, will you stay and come back?”

She seemed to be referring to an inn.
Starchis tilted his head.

“Um… I don’t think I’ll be going back..?”

He didn’t show off in front of the kid, but he still wanted to leave the village quickly.
He intended to go back after spitting out all the curses in front of the grave.

“…”

She becomes visibly sullen.
Starchis stroked her hair again.

“Thank you. For taking me here.”

“…Yes.”

“…”

Starchis also saw that expression and his feet his did not come off.
He bent her knees and met her eyes again.
She flipped through her flowing hair.

“Maybe we will meet again someday. Should I show you a smile when we part?”

Nod.
Stea finally lets go of Stachis ‘hand her.

“Now, did you say you were going to the flower shop? Go quickly.”

Stea hesitated and turned around.
Starchis waved her hand every time she turned around and helped her get back to normal quickly.

And when he sees her greeting a villager from afar, he looks at the village hall too.

‘Behind the town hall, in front of the big tree and fist rock.’

He recalled his own destination.