Shoushaman no Isekai Survival ~Zettai Hito to wa Tsurumanee~

Yurina-san was riding the wagon together with Margo. She looked worried but once she saw I was all safe, she looked relieved instead. 

However, that moment was nothing but brief since Yurina-san’s mood suddenly turned sour once she took a good look at me.

After that, Yurina-san talked with the three beautiful ladies that were trying to trap me. It was already late at night so it was decided that they would stay at the blacksmith hut for tonight and then they would return to town in the wagon tomorrow. 

Once again, I received another apology from the three beautiful ladies. 

At Margo’s suggestion, we also decided to hold a party in the bedroom-slash-living room. I also invited the three beautiful ladies to join us but as I expected, they felt bad for their malicious intentions. Since it was getting pretty late, I only made something simple. Using herb chicken eggs, cheese and the pickled cod roe, I made rolled egg with cheese mentai. 

Margo became stiff when he tried the cheese mentai rolled egg. In addition to cheese mental rolled egg, I also served smoked meat and smoked egg as an accompanying snack for drinking.

Yurina-san had a perpetual smile on her face but she refused to make eye contact with me. I tapped her on the shoulder and gestured to her that I wanted to talk with her outside. Yurina-san and I sneaked out of the warm hut and went outside, where we could hear the incoming footsteps of winter. 

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“Haah…”

Our white breaths were dancing together. Yurina-san was holding both of her hands in front of her mouth, trying to warm her hands. She was shivering slightly from the cold so I gently draped an ash wolf mantle over her shoulder. 

Suddenly…

“Yunos…”

“Snow…”

Over voices interlapped. 

The glittering snow was fluttering down. It was a scene I had often seen in Hokkaido. It was something called ‘diamond dust’. Our voice was gently wrapped up by pouring snow rain and did not reach the hut. As she stood there looking at the sky  with the slightly shining snow as the background, she looked just like a fallen angel with pure white wings. 

With her cheeks puffed out, she was pouting. She was upset at me for not showing my face at her place without saying anything. 

As I thought, she can see through my cowardice. I’m really no match for her…

“I’m sorry. I like you.”

I conveyed my feelings to her in broken Lancaster. Her expression then slightly brightened.

Then, after a brief silence, as if she was pondering about something, she said.

“Me too. I like you too.”

And then once again, the curtain of silence befalls between us. All of the unnecessary noises were drowned out by the sound of the gentle snow falling quietly but when I was with her, the silence didn’t feel unpleasant in the slightest. 

It was nothing but a peaceful and gentle moment. 

I brushed off the angel’s cold wing that adorned her beautiful hair. It’d be terrible if she were to catch a cold. While I watched the snow fall, I unconsciously slowly hummed a tender Christmas song. My mother always sang this song while we were putting up Christmas decorations. 

Then, suddenly she hugged me and gently stroked my head. I felt as if I was being wrapped by an angel’s wings. Apparently without even realizing it myself, inexplicable feelings filled my heart for some reason and I ended up shedding tears. 

She looked at me worriedly so I smiled and wiped my tears while saying,“I’m alright now”. 

After that, the two of us laughed while holding hands together and facing each other as the night sky was filled with the fluttering snow. I could clearly remember the intense impulse to break things off that dominated my heart disappeared somewhere together with the melting snow on top of my palm.

When she was in trouble, I would be the first person to come running helping her. I wanted to always be by her side when she felt sad. 

In this magical night sky with dancing angel’s wings, I swore to become her sword and shield. 

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T/N: Wow, our MC is so romantic in this chapter.