Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

72 – Taking a Break

The next thing I did was simple. Enjoyed the privilege.

Every time you take a step, your body’s joints go tight. As if you were sinking down one word at a time, taking those ten steps that made your whole body throb.

At some point, a celebrity carriage was prepared and a high-white handkerchief was handed out by the maid, saying, “Take this.

After taking a wagon ride to a quiet suburb, I was assigned a room covered with a quilt suitable for covering my whole body with a rough cloth underneath to reduce the risk of getting stabbed in the face by straw.

It’s dark with a blackout curtain, lit a softly glowing candle, and enjoying the shadow play with my fingers while breathing in that scarlet alcove where my eyes are dim.

Lit down with a handkerchief on, slowly, slowly. I stop and have a nostalgic nightmare of reaching a place in another dimension.

The happy privilege of being a survivor.

***

How long have you slept like that?

I woke up when I felt something thin running through my eyes.

“Are you awake?”

Beside me was the prianian squad leader.

Seeing him just staring at me without doing anything, I covered my mouth and spit out a handkerchief before asking.

“How long have I slept? One hour? Day? Or a month?”

“One month.”

“Oh my God, a precious month is gone.”

Squad leader Priianian, who heard my jokes, brought a chair from the other side of the room and sat down at the head of his bed.

“Don’t worry, it’s only been three days.”

“…Three days?”

It’s rare that I slept for more than six hours at a time after coming to this world.

The prianian squad leader said with an understanding expression.

“I just woke up too. I heard from the maid that Mr. G-House is in this room.”

“You mean you came straight to me?”

She said as she clasped her hands together on her thighs.

“I have to take care of my squadmates. Isn’t that better than having someone else take care of it?”

Then, he lowered his head towards me and asked.

With the scent, those lips swelled.

“Or, did you want someone else to come?”

“Yes?”

“Nothing.”

Unlike on the hill, the clear blue eyes were crooked.

That pattern again. I lifted my upper body and answered with a smile.

“Aren’t you just giving your squad too much?”

“There is only one, just a squad member. Mr. Ghouse.”

“I only have one squad leader.”

“I’m glad I wasn’t just a squad leader, right?”

“How can I just stick to the squad leader? In a squad, the squad leader is a valuable presence.”

Hearing that, the Priyanian squad leader slightly turned his head.

“…You speak well, Mr. G-House.”

“I was like that. Squad leader.”

In the middle of such an ordinary conversation. She opened her mouth

“That. Mr. Ghouse.”

“Yes. Squad leader.”

“Thank you.”

Priyanian squad leader looked straight at me and opened his mouth.

“Yes?”

“From the north, I wouldn’t have come here if it hadn’t been for Mr. Ghouse.”

“No. Your squad leader must have gotten over it somehow.”

“At least I can’t deny Mr. G-House helped me, can’t I?”

“……”

As she was contemplating how to respond to her words, the door to her room opened.

And then someone came in.

It was a girl with a dog-like blond bob cut.

In the midst of that wonderful thing that makes atheists admit the existence of God at every step, she was our employer, Priest Rien, who came with a delicious apple in one hand.

“Mercenary, Mercenary? You are here!”

Click.

She carefully closed the door and entered.

Prianian’s squad leader, who straightened his upper body, looked at Priest Lien and asked.

“Priest Rien, why did you come?”

From that cold expression, the squad leader with the faint smile I saw a while ago had disappeared.

“Ah! It’s just that Mr. Prianian was there too!”

She came in wearing a neat gray long one-piece dress, not the blood-stained clerical dress she was wearing the last time I saw her, and answered with her golden eyes shining.

“I heard from the maid that a mercenary from G-House is staying here, so I came here!”

It’s fast too.

The leader of the Priianian squad muttered a whisper, and Priest Rien continued to stand.

I’m a guest too, but I can’t keep the guests in my room standing still.

I got out of bed and headed for the wall.

Drreuk.

“Welcome. Priest Rien.”

After dragging the table and the remaining chairs to the bed, I offered a seat to Priest Rien.

“There are enough seats. I just need to sit on the bed, so please sit down.”

Sitting in the chair, she replied with a bright smile.

“Thank you! G-House mercenary! And… voila!”

Priest Rien held up the apple she was holding in her hand.

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“What kind of apple is this?”

She said, pointing to a ray of light leaking through the blackout screen.

“It’s an apple for breakfast!”

Tak.

After placing her apple on the table, Priest Rien headed to her window.

Dubok, thump.

“And-“

When I saw where her hand was pointing, I expected to be f*cked first.

And I closed my eyes beforehand.

Choo!

Priest Rien performed the miracle of raising the brightness in her room by several levels in an instant by opening the blackout curtain.

“Kyaaa!!”

While the screams of the Priyanian squad leader, who had been hit by the Britian Heliosphere, echoed through the room, Priest Lien’s lively voice was heard.

“In the morning, open the curtains and greet the sun!!”

After a while, I carefully opened my eyes.

The priest of the sun god, who had opened the blackout with both hands and only slightly turned his head, smiled and smiled.

Obviously, it must have been done in a pure sense.

“Priest Rien! What if the curtains were opened so suddenly in a dark room!”

At the words of the Priyanian squad leader covering her eyes, Priest Rien smiled and said.

“Just Mr. Prianian. It is good for people to be bright!”

“You, did you do this on purpose?”

“A. Just Mr. Prianian, is there such a thing as pulling the curtains?”

“You’re not careful!”

“……”

I just watched it quietly.

Because getting involved in a fight doesn’t look good.

Both are pretty.

“That, us.”

Then the two looked at me at the same time.

At that burdensome look, I smiled awkwardly as I lifted the apple from the table.

“Do you want to eat an apple? Isn’t there a saying that apples are for breakfast?”

Upon hearing her own catchphrase, Priest Rien’s eyes widened.

“As expected, mercenary-nim knows something!”

As she sat down in her seat, she took her knife from her bosom.

“G-House mercenary, if you give me an apology, I will give it to you!”

‘Where the hell did you get that knife from?’

I shook her head to distract her from her various fantasies about the mystery, then stretched out her hand to her.

“Priest Rien, if you give me a knife, I will share it with you. You can’t make a customer work.”

Cutting the apple exactly into thirds was easy with overkill.

Before cutting people, my life was cutting fruit at a cafe, so it was natural.

After neatly cutting out the wick part, I asked the customers.

“Who doesn’t eat the peel?”

Prianian’s squad leader asked for it to be removed, and Priest Rien said he didn’t care.

That’s why I peeled all three pieces. Because I don’t eat apple peel.

“Mr. G-House, do you peel fruit well?”

Priyanian Squad Leader said, looking at the piece of apple in his hand.

A mercenary who peels apples thinly.

I said with a smile.

“For the compliments you receive from a double mercenary, you are specialized in housekeeping. Last time you said your face was thick.”

Crunchy.

Prianian’s squad leader took a bite of an apple with his small mouth and said.

“I’m not the kind of person who gives compliments like this anywhere.”

I just nodded.

Would you like it?

Priest Rien asked with a smile.

“So how does an apple taste?”

I answered instead.

“It is delicious. Of all the apples I have eaten so far, I can hardly feel this taste.”

Priest Rien asked as he rested his hand on the table.

“Are you okay?”

At that line overflowing with a sense of déjà vu, I shuddered.

Because the sacred gastric lavage was sufficient once.

“I feel anxious.”

Priest Rien saw me and said with a smile.

“Don’t worry, G-House mercenary! I won’t do anything to harm the mercenary!”

You can see the tail again from behind.

I can’t see it, but the buzzing tail is-

“So, what happened to Priest Rien?”

“Ah!”

At the words of the leader of the Priianian squad, Priest Rien exclaimed.

“G-house mercenary, mercenary.”

“Yes, Priest Rien.”

Her expression turned slightly serious.

“Do you have time?”

I guess I wasn’t the only one who was taken aback by the sudden rush of words.

“Priest Rien, what are you talking about all of a sudden?”

At the squad leader’s wary words, Priest Rien tilted her head.

“Why is that? Just Mr. Prianian?”

The prianian squad leader opened his mouth.

“My squadmates are on break right now, and our contract with Rien Priest is over. I don’t know what they’re going to do alone, and I don’t know what they’re trying to do, but I, the squad leader, can’t tolerate it if they make unreasonable demands.”

There was a strange determination in those eyes.

“Because Mr. G-House is a member of my squad.”

She hadn’t even been impressed with her thorough work ethic.

Pair!

Priest Rien said as he clapped his hands.

“Then, let’s just go with Mr. Prianian!”

Priest Rien spoke as if he were patronizing.

“…Yes?”

The leader of the Priianian squad asked back as if he was dumbfounded, but Priest Rien didn’t care.

“That’s right. That’ll work!”

Pair!

Priest Rien clapped again.

After I managed to take his eyes off the strange sloshing, the squad leader opened his mouth.

“Where?”

“Even Mr. Prianian, who hates sunlight, will definitely like this place!”

Priest Rien’s eyes were filled with anticipation.