Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

125 – Answer-Answer Day

The priest who refreshingly told me to stop doing business for the time being said with a bright smile again.

“You just need to take care of yourself a little more!”

“You are kind enough to tell me to retire. Priest.”

“I’m telling you not to get sick, mercenary.”

After her words, she put her hands together.

And just in time, the clouds cleared and the sunlight came in through the window with the curtains closed.

The figure of Priest Rien, covered with the hand of God like a veil, was like a statue in prayer.

At the time when even I, a non-religious person from birth, could not help but marvel at the holy atmosphere.

She spat out her bloody words in her reverent tone.

“Although it doesn’t matter if you want stitches like a few days ago!”

I hurriedly shook my head.

“Ah, I will politely decline.”

I can assure you, I didn’t expect the priest’s touch to be so scary.

It was all the more so since my body was trembling at the memory of a few days ago.

“That’s good!”

Seeing that, Priest Rien cleaned her seat with a smile on her face.

While only the sound of rattling echoed through the room, I sorted out the work of the past few days.

Saving the young lady, entering the university, meeting the professor and killing the devil.

And.

Even the hug I gave you a few days ago.

“Whoa.”

In an instant, my heart throbbed with a sigh.

There was talk of Professor Jenton discussing compensation through Harin, but that was an irrelevant issue compared to something in his heart.

“Mercenary?”

“Yes?”

Look ahead at the voice you hear.

Priest Rien, who was holding a box containing healing tools in his arms as if he had finished organizing before he knew it, asked me.

“Do you have any concerns?”

There are no worries that I can talk about, and there are many worries that I cannot talk about.

“Just sigh. Nothing special.”

“Everyone says that. G-house mercenary. And as a priest, I can’t just look at that!”

“Yes?”

Dalgrak.

She said, as if something had sprung up on her, placing her box next to her.

“If you have any concerns, I will listen! Or even a question!”

“Priest. It’s okay.”

Then she shook her head and put her hand on her chest.

“Confessing to the priest and seeking advice from the wise. And fortunately, I am a priest in front of the mercenary!”

Priest Rien, who appealed to her like that, straightened her posture as if she was ready to consult.

“Tell me anything! Because I am always ready!”

‘I want to go home, is there any way?’

But I shook my head.

Because I can’t tell anyone about this.

Instead, I came up with the second question right now.

“What did Priest Rien come to Kolhen for?”

“Aha!”

Priest Rien, who exclaimed, gave an answer to his first question after a while.

“That’s a secret!”

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***

Of course, the confession ended there.

As soon as she got up from her seat, she pulled out an apple of the day.

“Of course you know, apples for breakfast!”

Before going out of her door, she looked behind her and shook her hand gently before closing the door.

Kung.

As the door closed, I slowly lowered my shaking hand.

And after putting on the gloves with Gambison, he began to warm up slightly.

Kikkik.

While holding the apple, I opened the door and stepped out.

In the morning, the second floor was brightly lit by the sunlight coming through the glass window at the end of the hallway.

And then, the door to the room across the room opened and the young lady walked out.

“Hmm.”

She covered her mouth as if tired and yawned, but her head was slightly tilted back, revealing her face under the hood.

A slim jawline, red lips, and a sharp nose.

Even though it was only slightly visible, it was a beauty that made people admire.

Only then did I understand why she wore the hood of her robe over her face.

Muttered the young lady, who was wearing a book borrowed from the library.

“I’m sleepy. I want to sleep more.”

“You can sleep more.”

When she heard my voice, she literally froze.

As their eyes turned to me, I waved.

“Good morning. Young lady.”

“Uh, uh. Great.”

She cleared her throat and lowered her head a little more.

The young lady, who could not see her face under the hood again, spoke solemnly as she held the book stuck in her side.

“Good morning, mercenary.”

“Yes. You woke up early anyway.”

“Because I don’t sleep.”

So she defended herself, and the young lady asked if I was going to eat.

I nodded her head at that tone of questioning in a hurry.

***

As we went downstairs, Priest Rien, who was sitting in what was now our reserved seat, waved her hand and greeted her.

“Nice to meet you, G-House mercenary and young lady!”

“Nice to meet you. Priest.”

I sat down, placed the apple on the table, and asked Priest Rien.

“By the way, Miss Prianian hasn’t come yet?”

“Well, I heard you aren’t feeling well today!”

As the priest said that, he sent me an invitation full of smiles.

“Why don’t you go to the G-House mercenary yourself!”

“Me?”

She just smiled and nodded her head.

“I’m sure he’ll welcome you more than me!”

I said I would go then if he didn’t come after dinner.

And she didn’t come down.

***

With the tray of food I had requested from the innkeeper, I headed for the room at the far end of the hallway.

Smart.

I knocked, but there was no answer.

But judging by the presence inside, it was clear that he was awake.

“Prianian.”

When I knocked again in succession, I heard a slightly weak voice.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and went inside.

“Nice to meet you, G-House.”

Priyanian was sitting on the bed with the covers over her.

“I heard that Priest Lien is not feeling well, so I brought some food.”

I said, putting the tray on the table.

Then he dragged a chair in front of the bed and sat down.

She was not in good shape and her face looked a little rough, but she couldn’t hide her beauty.

Feeling her sudden tingling in a corner of her chest, I asked her.

“How is your body?”

“I don’t like it, because of who.”

Prianian’s face looked quite tired.

“I must have a cold.”

“Summer cold.”

“Yes. Summer cold.”

She was suffering from a disease that even dogs couldn’t catch, and said as if she resented me.

“After doing that with Mr. G-House.”

“I hugged him. Others may misunderstand.”

“Yes. Like running away after cuddling, no, after leaving the room, the sweat cooled down and it must have caught a cold.”

Although she didn’t cough, it was clear that she was sick.

In the end, it meant that it was because of me that she was so sick.

As much as I committed, I nodded and asked.

“Then what can I do for you? I can’t catch a cold with you.”

“That’s not bad.”

Prianian came a little closer.

I fell a little further.

Because if you’re too close, you’ll be in trouble.

“But I will decline. It’s just not my taste.”

She pointed to her tray with her hand.

“Feed me.”

“Did I hear that wrong?”

Around the time when I suddenly felt dizzy from a sudden sound.

“G-House made me like this, so I have to take responsibility.”

“You have a knack for making it socially dangerous to say that the stew should be scooped up. Prianian.”

I got up and went to the tray.

Then the wooden spoon came to her bed, carrying her bowl in her bowl, and she sat down in front of her.

Prianian wrapped the blanket he had been quietly wrapping himself in, and came closer to me.

“A little closer.”

My parched lips swelled, but my arms didn’t move anymore.

“If you ask the bed sheet, I have to ask. Prianian. Sorry for your trouble, but please come this way.”

I couldn’t even make a bed to be responsible for, as there are already people who claim to be responsible.

She squirmed a little further forward and opened her mouth slightly.

I scooped out the stew and carefully fed it.

My mouth, which had mumbled several times with my eyes closed, soon stopped, and my neck moved slowly.

After emptying the bowl and tilting the water glass, this bizarre feeding was over.

“Good job.”

After saying that, Priianian wiggled back to where he was earlier.

I looked at her while holding her tray.

“Prianian.”

“Tell me, G-House.”

I opened my mouth, but the words I wanted to ask couldn’t come out.

“…Get some rest.”

I had no choice but to leave her room, leaving only other words.

Kung.

Only after closing the door and walking a little.

“Whoa.”

I was finally able to breathe the sigh I had been holding back.

Because I felt like my chin was clogged up in my heart.

When I think back to what happened with Prianian, it’s like this over and over again.

When I’m with her, I see her heart flutter for some reason.

Perhaps, it may have been like this since I accompanied her at her military camp that day.

But I have to go back to Earth.

Because the countless murders I’ve committed over the past five years have been enough to do something irreversible.

And.

My true intention was that if someone who had become so important to me was completely forgotten, I wouldn’t be able to endure it.

Because I don’t want to make another thesis in this world.

Sometimes, on impulse, I feel like ‘maybe something will work out’.

The arm that was torn off in exchange for a person’s life hurt like a cold as if telling them not to act recklessly every time it happened, and the last time on earth was enough for their irresponsible actions.

Before I was a man, I had to be a man.

***

That moment when he came down to the first floor and brought a tray to the kitchen.

“Huh?”