That Man’s 101st Bad Ending

Can you hug me…?-3

Although she was not a saint from birth, it was Adrian who grew up in this cathedral and the wall tower from a very young age.

He grew up with the help of Berod, and grew little by little under the care of Paladins and Priests.

I don’t know if it’s because of that, but the world Adrian knew was limited.

Information from a book someone reads to you,

Since there was only a very small amount of information that could be read through divine power, there were not many opportunities to meet things that were not learned.

Having no sight means learning everything with your other senses.

auditory, olfactory, and tactile. Suddenly, Adrian’s body trembled at the touch of his palm.

It was harder than the usual touch, and it felt as if something had been compressed.

Along with feeling the regular pulsation, a good scent also came through the nose.

It’s subtle to say it’s a perfume, but it’s such a nice scent that I want to keep feeling it.

Adrian stretched out his hand in a daze as if possessed for a moment and pursed his lips slightly.

I remember Robert catching me tripping on something on my foot.

If so, could this feeling beneath her be Robert’s body?

Only then did a feeble reason flow into my mind.

What I thought was only a good feeling was actually Robert’s,

When I realized that it belonged to a decent man, a chill began to flow down my spine.

“…what.”

I tried to remove my hand for a moment, but my body staggered and I put my hand under it again.

The heat rising from below starts to heat up your cheeks.

Holding on to my dizzy mind, I lost my words for a moment and just moved my lips several times.

I had never felt anything like this while working with Paladins.

In a way, it could just be a difference in perspective.

Because I thought of paladins as grateful people rather than men,

However, I thought that Robert was really a man, not like that.

I wonder if the mere feeling of being touched in the palm of my hand makes me feel so ashamed.

However, Adrian couldn’t think too deeply.

It was only because the touch he felt at his fingertips was so intense that he temporarily lost the composure he had always guarded.

The fingers, which had twitched several times, crumpled Robert’s clothes.

Even though he could just get up, Adrian’s cheeks turned red because he couldn’t remember it.

“I’m sorry. I- so. please wait for a moment.”

“You can wake up slowly. Because it’s okay.”

Robert somehow guessed that Adrian was reacting that way to something.

This situation was not so ordinary, so it would not be unreasonable to panic as much as it was sudden.

The blushing face was proof of that.

It’s not like they don’t see paladins as men, and it’s probably the first time they’ve touched the body of a member of the opposite sex in this way.

Robert was also embarrassed, but he calmly tried to separate himself from Adrian.

Robert, who reached out cautiously and gently so as not to be surprised, grabbed Adrian’s arm as it was.

The folded bodies were entangled like that and slowly returned to their place.

Since the neglect the saintess had been living in before was not that wide, it could be said that the situation was somewhat embarrassing.

Realizing that he was slowly returning to his balance, Adrian quickly wiped the heat from his cheek.

what the hell do you mean

In a situation like this, if it was a saintess, she should have handled it a little more calmly.

“Thank you. I am so embarrassed.”

“I’m glad you didn’t scream. Otherwise, the priests could have misunderstood me.”

“I never screamed. And the misunderstanding is… that’s right.”

Adrian, who lightly covered his cheek, replied.

He touched his chest and took a deep breath for a while, but now he gazed at Robert with the heat on his face gone.

The thumping sound of my heart seemed to be audible.

Fearing that she might hear this sound, she licks her lips as she recalls Robert’s fall earlier.

“Are you not hurt? I think you fell while holding me.”

“it’s okay. Wake up now.”

Suddenly, he felt warmth in his hand, and he recognized that the touch belonged to Robert.

It was always something he felt, but it was a hand much bigger than his own.

If I hold it with one hand, all of my hands disappear, to the extent that I can hold them all in the palm of my hand.

Are all men’s hands like this? If it was like before, it wouldn’t have been like this.

However, after meeting Robert, this kind of thought came to my mind.

Probably, since I saw his past, I think.

What I saw in that vivid afterimage was the relationship between Robert and Mirazen.

Both of them are his friends, but somehow he couldn’t get rid of the uneasy feeling.

When Mirajan smiles, Robert holds Mirajane’s hand. He kisses Mirazen again and whispers love.

It was a romantic story that could have come out of a fairy tale that Sir Berod had read,

Facing it, his insides were just frustrated.

Mirazen looked very happy.

When he was with Robert, he smiled like he had never seen before, and Robert smiled like that too.

maybe it’s an illusion

Had he not seen or felt Robert’s face before?

However, if Robert had Miragen’s memory, it must have been his own.

The man seen in the achromatic world was smiling at Mirazen.

Sometimes with promises of love, sometimes with tears, sometimes with gentle smiles.

Adrian couldn’t see Robert’s expression in real life.

I couldn’t see it in the first place, so I just listened to her voice and grasped her emotions.

But isn’t he smiling when he meets him in his memory?

When I saw it, my heart was complicated. Like a twisted and tangled thread.

The only thing I could face directly was the inner one.

However, even that is an empty void when I look inside with the power bestowed by God.

That was all Adrian could guess.

“Do you have any concerns?”

As he sat down on the bed, Robert looked at Adrian’s ankle and asked.

The saintess’ divine power could not heal herself.

Since it is a blessing directly bestowed by God, it can only be used on others, not on oneself.

Even if it could be said that it was a power that was different from that of Paladins and Priests who could handle it on their own, in the end, it was a power that could not heal their own wounds.

My sprained ankle was slightly swollen from the fall, and I felt a sharp pain whenever I moved my ankle.

However, this pain was familiar to Adrian.

Since I fell so often, I couldn’t stand this much.

However, Robert’s gaze turned to Adrian for a different reason.

I was embarrassed for a moment, because I was worried about the shadowed face.

There wasn’t much to guess right now as to what he was thinking that the atmosphere had suddenly changed.

Adrian let out a deep breath at such a question, then smiled brightly again and opened his mouth.

“There is nothing like worry. I just suddenly thought of something.”

“If you’re busy, I’ll take you there.”

“no. You don’t even have to go right now. Now that we can move, shall we move again?”

My thoughts get complicated when I’m in this room.

When he opened his mouth with that feeling, Robert grabbed Adrian’s hand again.

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The interior of the cathedral was spacious, but the time to explain it passed very quickly.

Like when he blinked and opened his eyes, Adrian let out a laugh at the dawn at some point.

It was all about going around together and explaining the places we went to every day. However, I never thought time would pass like this.

Robert went back to his room, so Adrian, who was left alone, had to head for the Wall Tower.

However, it did not turn.

Because the road I am on now is a place where I can move enough even without someone helping me.

There was a place that only the saintess could enter.

A place that cannot even be approached by those who are not chosen by God.

When he stepped on the incontinence drawn on the floor, the divine power began to drain from his body.

If you are not confident, you will have to use the power of the artifact to enter.

As the power of the artifact and his own power were exactly the same, the power wrapped in this secret was Adrian’s source.

Only the divine power obtained at the cost of losing sight is the key to entering and exiting this place.

W Adrian moved his steps and headed to the basement of the cathedral.

A cool chill penetrates the body. At a time like this, if Robert had been there, wouldn’t he have covered me with a cloak?

It was a consideration that I had felt at most a couple of times, but it seemed that the emptiness felt big for no reason.

When a cool breeze blew, I could see the faint light in my closed eyes dissipating.

I wasn’t afraid. Didn’t I hear it often when I wanted to think about it?

Stepping on the wall like that, before long, Adrian, feeling the divine power entering his body again, stopped his steps.

“Was it here?”

As I stretched out my hand toward the front, I touched a large rosary hanging on the wall.

This was also a type of relic.

It was an artifact that only the saintess could use.

The reason we came here today.

To briefly explain the reason, it was about a man I recently met.

“…Robert.”

It’s been less than half a year since we met. Meet at the imperial palace, meet on the street.

After that, it was all about exchanging voices through a few contacts.

I wonder if the meeting at the Wall Tower was a long meeting. I thought it was a bit odd from the beginning.

It was because the mind that I happened to peek at was empty, and I faced a void where I couldn’t even feel any emotion.

Interested. Even when we met again, the attitude of talking to me was still the same.

Hearing his soft tone, I even thought that it would be safe to say that he was a warmer person than anyone else.

However, the heart is still empty. It was the same no matter how many times I watched it.

I felt uneasy because I seemed like someone who was about to die, like someone who would disappear right before my eyes.

So I left a promise to meet you next time, and didn’t you say that you almost died in the north?

Adrian let out a small laugh and let out a heavy breath.

When I first heard the story, I couldn’t help but be very surprised.

Hearing the voice of the Archduke quietly threatening me that the person I had communicated with a few days ago was dying, I even felt impatient.

-…whether you come yourself or not. Send a priest to the north. A person who can save even a dying person, right now.

What was contained in the calm voice of the Grand Duke was anger.

Rather, it was creepy rather than openly angry, but Adrian seemed to vaguely understand that feeling.

If a person who was anxious to be around was hurt that much, he would have acted like the Grand Duke himself.

But he couldn’t come out. It was because of her name.

Confusion might arise if he suddenly disappeared from the Wall Tower, so he thought of Lord Berod’s face begging him to stop him and slowly knelt down on the floor.

A cold touch touches your knees.

He raised his head toward the wall like that, holding the rosario hanging around his neck with his hard, rough hands crossed.

A feeling of regret arose. If she hadn’t become a saint, she would have been able to go to the North.

He would have been able to cure it himself and watch it forever without a nervous heart.

What those feelings created was something subtle about the man named Robert.

That feeling bloomed looking back at Robert’s memories.

Watching Mirazen laugh at Robert, watching Robert die a brutal death by his sister.

It was a feeling that came from standing alone in the empty northern snowfield, looking at Robert holding the sword that had lost its owner.

ugh-

The divine powers of Rosario and Adrian hanging on the wall resonated, and white light gushed out of their folded hands.

I didn’t know the name of this feeling that had arisen in me. I came here to know that.

In order to dig into the fragments of memories Robert showed, even those memories that could only be seen in fragmentary scenes.

“If I could see that… wouldn’t I be able to understand your feelings a little bit?”

Emotions were welling up inside Robert again.

Instead of the emptiness that was always empty, there was definitely an emotion that was revealed while snooping its head.

Recalling the memory of covering it up moderately, Adrian laughed lightly.

– There was. But no more, probably never… again.

Sadness, loneliness, loneliness.

It’s cold and dark, and I try to understand a little bit of the inner side where only negative emotions bloom.

What can I see in your memories?

Adrian slowly surrendered himself to the divine power that bloomed in the basement of the cathedral.

It was to face the memories of Robert Taylor.