Chapter 108 – #5. Delen and Black and White (11)
[Bitch].
Delen’s Curse. It was a curse with little personality along with Gina’s [Luscosity]. The effect of the skill was wide and shallow, unlike other narrow and deep skills such as [Contradiction], [Introspection], And [Cheating]. Like a dog, they have a tendency to like and follow people, and like a bitch, they like men sexually. Also, rather than sharing affection in an equal position, they want to obey by forming a vertical master-servant relationship. In a dirty sense, of course.
Delenn was a case where the curse didn’t change him as much as Gina did. It was because the [Bitch] Skill itself had some overlap with the [Bitch] Skill, and Delenn had that tendency in the first place. Due to her original majo tendencies and submissive (submissive, subjugated) tendencies, she bows down to the warrior, no, ‘master’ and other men, pretending to be inferior, feeling happy being eaten.
Of all the curses, the hero accepted Delen’s curse the most. The name of the curse was [Bitch], But in the hero’s eyes, it seemed as if it was read as an [Antidote]. Because the [Bitch] Curse significantly neutralized the pitch-black poison that had eroded deep into Delen’s heart.
… The story goes back to their active career.
…
Tap, tap.
Aris, who had recently joined the party, was staring blankly at the bonfire. She liked campfires more than others. It is because when the flame that announces her rest comes out at the end of her day’s journey, her senses that have been kept sharp throughout the day, her tense body and her tight mind are relaxed. A warrior approached and sat next to Aris, who was making a languid expression while listening to the sound of grass insects and firewood burning.
“How is it, are you getting used to it?”
“Ah, yes. Everyone treats me so well that it’s to the point where I can’t get used to it.”
“I said to speak comfortably. I’m not saying to speak very casually. If you talk too hard, it seems like you’re drawing a line.”
Aris made a puzzled expression at the hero’s point. She was definitely satisfied with her current life, living like her family with her comrades-in-arms who had excellent skills and sharing the joys and sorrows of her life, but the door to her heart, which had been firmly closed for a long time, was opened at once. Was hard. The betrayal of her family and all the insults and abuses she received as her slave left her deeply scarred, and she didn’t show affection hastily. I draw a line in a relationship without even realizing it. It’s definitely a flaw that needs to be fixed, but it’s hard to fix it even though I know it because of what I’ve been through.
‘Now I have to open my heart.’
Aris recently heard other people’s sad stories, especially strange stories beyond the hero’s imagination. And her heart sank. She thought that she wanted to be with these people for the rest of her life, and that she had to be sincere with those who approached her with sincerity.
But it wasn’t as easy as it seemed. The problem was the hard tone that came out without my knowledge. Aris’ polite way of speaking had the advantage of not being criticized by others, but it also had a huge disadvantage that the other person felt a sense of distance. It certainly wasn’t a conversation that would be useful to close friends. So she declared that she would correct her tone first, but she was pointed out again shortly after. It was a very scary habit.
As Aris’ expression stiffened a little with her guilt, a soft voice of encouragement came from the other side of her.
“It’s okay. It’s okay to take it slow, so I’ll definitely fix it. It’s not strange at all. I was like that at first too.”
Mira comes this way, stroking her wet hair with her wet hair. A smiley expression and a bouncy tone of voice. She is an attractive woman not only in appearance but also in personality. If she hadn’t been a half-elf who was rejected by everyone, she would have been a beloved heroine everywhere.
“Thank you… No, thank you, Mira.”
“Whoops. Say nothing.”
Mira took a long-awaited bath in a nearby valley and came out dressed comfortably. Now it’s probably the next woman’s turn. Women feel noticeably better on days like these, as they can’t always wash up like this. Aris also looked stiff on the outside, but in fact she was in a better mood than usual, and Mira seemed to be in a good mood and relaxed.
Most of the stages where the warrior party is active are wild or battlefields that do not benefit from civilization. So even the basics of eating, washing, or sleeping were not easily obtainable.
So, if the seat is good and the situation is appropriate, I set the order as I do now to take a bath, and the rest of the time I take a guard and rest. Perhaps because he was a man, even in leisurely situations, the warrior who quickly washed up was always the first priority to take a bath, and after that, the women decide their turn in various ways. After Leia joined in the future, there was no need to do this because it borrowed magic power, but at that time it was a 5-member party without Leia. Delen and Gina, who are not at the campfire right now, should be paired up, one guarding while one takes a bath.
Aris, maddened by her thoughts to Delen, decided to carefully bring out the story of her that had been stored in her heart as long as she was without her. It would definitely be a bad thing for a new face who just joined to gossip about an existing member, but no matter how much I thought about ‘that appearance’ that Delen sometimes shows, I couldn’t help but talk about it.
“I-I don’t have one, so it’s a bit much to talk about this, but…”
When Aris let go of her luck, she put on an expression that Mira and the hero knew.
“You mean Delen?”
“Ah, yes… He…”
“There’s nothing to be too cautious about. We all think alike, and Delenn doesn’t know what she doesn’t know, but she knows everything.”
Aris battled alongside her party members for the first time the other day, and she was greatly surprised by two things. The first was the magical teamwork of the party members, and the second was the shocking reversal of Dellen, who was like an angel.
“He’s a little…”
“It’s extreme when fighting. Especially for the church.”
“That’s too extreme…”
Mira shrugged her shoulders, the hero spoke calmly, and Aris made a confused expression.
It wasn’t that Aris was exceptional. Rather, she belonged to the axis with a fairly good stomach.
Aris. A master of sharp single-edged swords that can cut through the air. Aris, the swordsman, wields her single-edged sword ferociously, slicing through the weapons or armor of her enemies, decapitating her, stabbing her in the heart, and ripping out the entrails in her stomach. There was also an experience where, when she swung a knife at an enemy who had missed her weapon, he involuntarily reached out and unintentionally cut off four fingers at once.
In a war that kills and kills people, the first thing to develop resistance is brutality. The heart is obviously uncomfortable, but apart from that, she could see any hideous face with her eyes open. Blood soaking the ground, all kinds of flesh and organs, limbs and other severed body parts. Terrible screams of pain, the stench of blood and rotting corpses, the sharp hair standing upright. Aris, like the rest of her party, was accustomed to such horrific conditions.
But what Delen is doing is so… It was extreme. It’s not a matter of cruelty or malice, it was intentional and malicious. She would crush a subdued foe one by one, starting with her fingers, stomp on her legs, or even pick her eyeballs out with two thumbs. At that time, Aris had no choice but to turn her head away.
In fact, at that time, she was the wicked of the wicked, even if the other person died so painfully. Her heretic inquisitor, ‘Brooke’, who tormented her during the year of her imprisonment by Delenn. Delenn was one of the most sane of Brooke’s many victims. He was a corrupt great evil and must die. However, that didn’t mean Delen had to be tainted with malice like they did.
After that day, Aris felt a sense of difference in each and every movement of Delenn. Even the weapon was suspicious to her. The weapon she wields, the mace, often incapacitates her foes, but she rarely kills them in one hit. She suspected that maybe she had a sharp knife and the reason she had to use a blunt weapon was that. Despite clearly knowing that the mace is her paladin’s standard weapon…
A little uncomfortable
‘I’m sure he’s good to me, but…’
The other day, when she stayed at a decent inn she’d been waiting for, she had shared a double bed with Aris and Delenn. At that time, Delenn was the one who expressed her friendliness to Aris the most, and she was unquestionably friendly that day as well. Delen was older than them by a year, but when he hugged her from behind, saying that he was happy that he had a younger sister, Aris felt even a small touch.
The pure hugs and pure affection without sexual intent, the soft voice that made even a woman feel good, and the fragrant scent of Dellen made her feel so good. It was the first day the wary Gladiator of the Colosseum opened his heart to a party member. That night, the two lay facing each other like lovers and talked a lot.
It was always bright, and for a warrior roaming the battlefield, he seemed too docile. So there were many times when he was the target of mischievous pranks from the party members, but even then, he smiled brightly and went over it with a good personality. She was like a kind and sensitive eldest sister who cared about the little things, and even Aris, who was used to being alone, often leaned on Delen for her heart.
So the first time we fought together, I was a little worried. A disturbing thought came to her mind that she, who loved her people so much, might have weakened her heart and allowed her enemies to take an untimely blow. And what followed… Kwadeuk, Kwajik! Wood Deuk! That day, for the first time since she entered the party, Aris failed to manage her expression.
“Is it because of revenge?”
“Well.”
“It’s especially cruel to the Church, but not necessarily to the Church.”
While he was never lenient towards other enemies, Delenn was particularly vehement towards the Church. She said the hero with a nonchalant face showing no emotion.
“It must be rather difficult to grow up in such an environment. Maybe…”
“Hero. You don’t have to talk about the past.”
When Delen’s unfortunate past was mentioned, Aris interrupted her and entered. But the hero still had an indifferent look.
“I’m just telling the truth. Delenn didn’t do anything like that.”
“That’s true, but…”
The moment the hero was about to finish her words, Mira interrupted their conversation.
“It will get better if you stay with good people like you all the time.”
“Will it…?”
Mira, the half-elf with the best senses among the party members, finished the conversation after noticing that Delen and Gina were approaching. Aris smiled brightly and looked at Delen, who was approaching, with her complicated eyes.
