149 – When are you going to do it?

Thank you from the corps commander, and the conversation afterward. It was just a prologue.

The next topic was real, and it was the beginning of an incident that made my ears bleed as a corps commander.

“My son said that the soldiers’ diet….”

As soon as he moved on to the topic of diet, Baron John Nassen’s eyes suddenly changed.

All the lofty yet leisurely spirit that the usual Absolute exudes is gone.

What took its place was the bitter voices of an ultra-skilled trainer.

“It’s really bad to do it that way. More than anything….”

Tuk Tuk!-

Baron John Nassen banging his fingers on the table in frustration.

I didn’t even hit it with a fist. He tapped it twice with his finger.

Kwajik!!-

At the second time, the hardwood table, which could withstand being cut with a knife, broke into two pieces.

Kyle shook his head as if he knew it, but the others didn’t.

The saintess and leader Priscilla, who were next to them, looked at Baron John Nassen in amazement.

Suddenly, what is going on?

But not as much as the corps commander sitting across from him and the officers standing next to him.

“… Hiccup.”

One officer clamps his mouth shut and tries to swallow the hiccups hastily.

You shouldn’t be scared of it because its size is distracting.

The corps commander is trying hard to bear it, but his face is full of fear.

While Kyle shook his head, Baron John Nassen’s sermon continued.

“The Marquis of the North doesn’t do this. No matter how different the environment is between the west and the north, and the amount of consumption caught as a result is higher in the north, but this is a muscle….”

He is Baron John Nassen, who usually barely speaks a word.

But right now, I am more passionate than anyone else.

Is it because it is the diet management for many people, not individuals?

Or is it because he is a person who unconditionally reacts to muscle loss?

One thing was certain: everyone was focused and tense.

It’s only natural if you don’t go crazy.

It’s to the point of knocking the table twice with your fingers right in front of your eyes.

If you widen your eyes to say you’re not listening, wouldn’t a ray of light come out of that gaze?

Or maybe they’ll spit fire when they say they’re not listening.

Once again, all kinds of imagination about John Nassen unfolded.

No. Shall we say delusion rather than imagination? Anyway.

‘I think I should stop it.’

Kyle tries to sneak out, but Old Man Neil blocks it.

Seeing that he slowly shakes his head, it is clear that he does not want to do that.

Kyle stepped back and whispered in old Neil’s ear.

“Why are you stopping me, old man?”

“I let you enjoy it.”

“What do you enjoy?”

“Why isn’t there such a thing? Teaching people who don’t know anything.”

Does the deceased teach and take care of newbies? Are you talking about that?

The atmosphere at that time and now is very different from this time.

It’s not that I don’t understand. That could be enough.

This is what Kyle felt while teaching Ian and Leto.

The feeling of looking at a newbie as a deceased person, the pride of telling them.

And even the pleasure that comes when you are finally guided to the right path.

As a person who has experienced it myself, this is a part that I fully understand. Yes, admit it

‘Trouble is, look at the atmosphere now! Wherever you look, these newbies follow you!’

I just don’t want to die, so I’m just a bunch of pitiful newbies trembling with fear.

From the corps commander to the lowest officers, weren’t they all terrified?

Baron John Nassen isn’t even showing the slightest bit of momentum.

His words and gestures made his face turn pale.

“Not only that, but the sports facilities are also very run down. So….”

What kind of sport are those who came to fight?

A corps commander or other officers sitting over there might speak.

Indeed, I clearly saw some of the officers’ lips twitch.

But Baron John Nassen expressed his opinion very strongly.

This isn’t advice, it’s almost forced.

There was not a single word of opinion against it.

Only those who want to leave this world right away will be able to say, ‘That must be difficult.’

In the end, Kyle quietly came out of the barracks alone.

There is no reason to be there anyway, since I received my thanks.

I wish they would let go of the innocent corps commanders and officers, but….

Unfortunately, the reality seems unlikely.

‘I’m sure Old Man Neil will take care of himself.’

What are the kids doing? I was told to exercise on my own, so I must be doing well.

But the reality is that since they are kids again, they can’t help but feel anxious.

And Jon Nassen’s children don’t just get lost or break things.

‘Should I go and check if I’m doing well?’

It was the moment I was about to start moving.

“Wait a minute! Why, why are you like this Captain?!”

When I turned her head at the sudden scream, the saintess appeared halfway outside the barracks.

And from behind, Priscilla’s presumed hand poofed! And pushed her saint.

“Captain! Why are you doing this all of a sudden!”

Whirick!-

Captain Priscilla quickly closed the entrance to the barracks.

Thanks to this, the saintess had no choice but to stand there blankly with only her eyes blinking.

‘… Seriously, you didn’t become the leader with just skills.’

It was a fleeting moment, but Kyle saw it clearly.

Before pushing her saintess away and closing the entrance to her barracks, she looked at the leader’s eyes.

She meant that since she put a lot of effort into it, she should do something.

“Whew.”

Kyle let out a sigh and slowly approached the saintess.

“Saintess.”

“Ah.”

The saintess who was struggling in front of the barracks turned her head.

She then goes all the way up to her ears and says, ‘No!’ She shouts.

“Yes?”

“Nothing! So, this!”

Perhaps she was ashamed of suddenly trembling outside the barracks.

She was a saint who spoke words she could not understand at all.

Kyle looked at him blankly and slowly parted his lips.

“Shall we take a walk together?”

“Now?”

“Yes. Leave all the escorts behind. Me and the saintess. Just the two of us.”

The Paladins are already in an atmosphere of pretending not to know whether they have received the order from Captain Priscilla.

Kyle is a person who has already met a cardinal and even a pope, so his trust must be certain.

She seemed to have decided that there would be no problem even if she and the saintess were together.

“It’s me… It’s good, but….”

A saintess wiggling her fingers and nodding her head.

Kyle said, ‘Let’s go.’ Then she took her first step.

*

A small river flows not far away.

While walking by her side, the saintess carefully examined Kyle’s expression.

‘What’s the matter?’

Has Kyle ever asked you to go for a walk? Never.

She said let’s go for a run together, or let’s exercise together.

Even if there had been times like this, she had never walked as peacefully as now.

That’s why she was a saint who had all kinds of imagination unfolding.

What can I say? What kind of behavior will she show?

Wouldn’t something happen that she had so carefully harbored all this time?

“Saintess.”

How much did she walk? Kyle gently turned her around and parted her lips.

“Yes, Brother Kyle. Please speak.”

“Me. I really like the saintess.”

“Thank you….”

The saintess was trying to answer that she reflexively thanked her.

However, she hurriedly looked at Kyle, saying ‘Ahhh?’ At what the other person said.

“Carr, Brother Kyle? What now….”

“The saintess said it was good. I’m not praising her personality. It’s not that she’s a good person. That she likes people as people.”

The saintess had no answer. She just blinked and looked at Kyle.

Then she lowered her head and only her hands began to tremble.

I can see the red energy spreading from her ears to the bottom of her neck.

If you look up at her face, it will most likely turn red.

“It’s a bit sudden.”

“….”

“But actually, it’s been a while. That I liked the saintess.”

It’s not a lie. She actually liked it.

That’s not what she liked as a woman, but what she liked as her favorite character.

She liked her no matter what she was, so she couldn’t be wrong.

“However, I think I need to tell you one thing.”

“Yes… ?”

“For her liking, the biggest part was respect and envy.”

Her actions in the novel and the way she led the main characters were so cool.

Even though it was just a supporting role, it felt really great.

As I tried to solve it in the current situation as much as possible, I came up with this answer.

“Because he is kind, warm, and sometimes a guide to others. So he admired and respected him. That’s why she said she likes the saintess.”

The saintess slowly raised her head at Kyle’s words.

Now, for some reason, Kyle suddenly understood why he was saying this.

I like you too. However, it is not only love for the opposite sex.

There are different emotions in it. Those are really good feelings too….

Yes. They were too good to be misunderstood.

I am interested in you. That misunderstanding of wanting to get closer.

“Sorry.”

The reason she treated the saintess so well was because of those feelings.

That’s why even if you come closer than now, it might not change much.

The saintess, who understood everything Kyle said, was silent for a while.

I wonder if she was shocked. Or was she discouraged?

“… Brother Kyle.”

Unfortunately or fortunately, the saintess saw neither.

“If you hate people at all, wouldn’t you even feel that way?”

“Yes?”

“I heard that you had respect for my words and actions and envied my appearance.”

“Yes.”

“Then, that means I’m not someone I dislike at all. If it really was, nothing I said or did would look or sound good, and nothing would shine.”

Wait a minute. What. A slightly different reaction from what you expected?

I knew I would be disappointed, angry, or ashamed of myself.

I really didn’t expect her eyes to shine even more like now.

“Then, maybe I should try harder than now.”

“Saint. So I….”

“I’m not going to ask Brother Kyle to change. I will make you change.”

When the characters choke the readers with a full bite of sweet potato.

At such times, the saintess would always open the lid of the cider and pour it cool.

Her Official Cider Just like her, her machine, there is no stopping her words.

‘This is a real foul….’

I was going to shake it. Again, only I was shaken more.