113 – Winter (4)

Even after breakfast, the blessed crying of the saintess continued for a while.

It was quite hard to maintain composure in front of the saintess who cried and whimpered like a cat with a foreign object stuck in her throat, but she endured it to the end by biting her lower lip.

Because it was a little bit ahead.

Now, if I just wiped the saintess’s face, which was stained with tears and food, I could have escaped in this suffocating space.

”I’ll make it clean. Please wait.”

”·····!”

At that very moment, I witnessed a faint glimmer of anticipation in the red pupils where the light of hope seemed to have completely faded.

From that day on, it wasn’t just serving meals that I ordered the saintess to forbid.

From actions that should have been taboo in the past, such as kissing or hugging, to trivial actions such as stroking the head or holding hands.

All physical contact was strictly forbidden.

Because of this, it was obvious what the saintess was expecting from me.

After all, he must be secretly expecting my hands to touch his body in the process of wiping his face.

In fact, until just yesterday, the saintess’ prediction had come true.

but.

”Just stay there.”

”Huh?”

The saintess admitted with both eyes that what came out of my inner pocket was not a handkerchief, but something unfamiliar.

A straight piece of wood reminiscent of an ice cream stick.

The identity of this mysterious tool with jagged runes engraved on its surface was a disposable magic tool that I personally commissioned and handed over to Dauna, who is proficient in magic tool production.

Even an ordinary person who is not good at handling magic can easily use the magic stored in it just by breaking it, a revolutionary magic tool that will remain for a long time in the history of the system.

Magic is a private property allowed only to a handful of beings who have reached the highest realm, and it would not be strange if it had not been for the fierce opposition of the Tower of Magic, who despised the very existence of this magic tool, even if it had been commercialized long ago.

Of course, there was still a flaw in that spells that required great magical powers such as attack magic could not be saved, but this was enough for me right now.

again.

Right after I powerfully broke the stick in my hand, the magic that permeated the stick mysteriously hovered around the saintess like butterfly powder.

Eventually, the various stains that had clung to the saintess’ whole body touched the bright powder and completely disappeared.

”Uh, uh…?”

What I requested from Downa was a cleansing magic that automatically wipes away the filth from the body.

It was the result of Downa’s active cooperation with an idea she suddenly came up with while contemplating for a long time whether there was a good way to keep her clean without touching her body.

”Then, let’s go.”

”Uh, uh uh?”

The saintess alternately shot at her body, which had been cleansed in an instant, and at me slowly organizing the messy tableware.

His desperation was evident, as if he had been struck by lightning.

After that, the saintess hurriedly flung herself toward me and reached down her hand toward my back.

slap.

”Don’t come closer.”

”Wow!”

That clumsy attempt was repulsed by my callous refusal to bluntly slash the back of her hand.

”Lady. I should have made it clear. If you try to touch my body again next time, then I won’t let you go.”

”Huh, huh!”

The power itself contained in the arm was not that great.

However, the saintess, who embraced the back of her hand, which was reddened, seemed to be in agony just to recognize the brutal fact that she had been ruthlessly beaten by me.

Her rubellite-colored eyes, which were constantly digging, made it seem as if she was desperately searching for a caring guardian in her memory from the ruthless person in front of her eyes.

”Do you wish I never came here again?”

”Ahhh! no! Anit! Oh no!”

After those threatening words, the already pale face of the saintess instantly turned into contemplation.

The sight of her stomping her feet in place and slashing at her head with a vengeance, clearly showed how serious the proposal that had fallen from my mouth was to her.

”If you know, don’t do this again. As I said last time, skinship is strictly prohibited until you feel that the saintess has fully reflected on her attitude. At least don’t dream until Sister comes to her senses.”

”Huh! Ugh, wow…!”

”You have to answer.”

”Yes, yes…”

I was staring at the ground helplessly, but I thought my intentions were fully conveyed by the way the answer came back.

I firmly turned my back.

”I’ll be back for lunch. Enough then…”

”Me, over there!”

It was then.

The desperate voice that pierced the back of my head like an arrow made me turn around inadvertently.

”Whe, wellna… Everyone, I’m hurt… Yo, with Yogi… In addition·····. Don’t do it here or here, it hurts a lot…”

Right after that, the sad sight unfolding before my eyes took my breath away for a moment.

It was desperate and desperate.

Although the traces of tears shed just moments ago hadn’t dried yet.

I couldn’t help but feel that way when I saw the saintess shed tears like chicken droppings again, trying to talk to me again, even biting into the strong valley.

It was easy to see through her lies.

The fact that she was now a clean body with no scars was clear, both visually and psychologically.

But, unfortunately, even the fact of why she was lying was now clear.

I couldn’t help but ponder what to say next.

want to reach me I want to be with you even for a little while.

Considering her earnestness, with her inexperienced mind, desperately thinking over and over again, it might be the right thing to do here as a decent adult to accept and soothe her childishness.

Yes, if it was a normal case, it certainly would have been.

If only she hadn’t had a history of recklessly handling the lives of others to satisfy her own greed.

If she hadn’t been a person who would not hesitate to take the life of someone who had dedicated herself to her, if it were for her own purpose.

If only she hadn’t been equipped with the ability to commit such atrocities in the first place.

If this child hadn’t been a saint.

”If you’re sick, I’ll leave holy water. let it drink Enough then…”

”Uh, uh…?”

Quaang.

I wouldn’t have had to cruelly throw her out like this for her longing for my kindness.

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I was fully aware that this was not the best choice.

Among the options that I couldn’t choose, or that I couldn’t even think of choosing, there must have been a way to solve this whole situation amicably without hurting her.

But stupid I couldn’t remember it after all.

It was an inconsequential thing.

In the first place, it was a position that did not suit me, and I was always thinking about escaping from the place where I was sitting in a mess.

Perhaps this tragedy had already been foreseen from the moment he took up this position unwillingly.

No, to be precise, it was clear that the unusual and dizzying first meeting with her had become the starting point for this series of events.

The memory of that day is still vivid to this day.

Even if I tried to forget the agony of having my little fingernail pulled out by the steel tongs, it wasn’t something I could easily forget.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that on the day of the announcement by the Vatican that I had finally found a lumberjack who would become a saint among faithful girls all over the island, my curiosity to take a look at her face led me to ruin.

Using the Seonghaepo laid down on the floor as a red carpet, as if to show off to the world that he was the chosen one, the holy figure passing by the priests bowing their heads tightly around the Seonghaepo seemed to be watching a heavenly being. .

Even I, who had accompanied her for the sake of interest, was busy bowing my head and blessing her holy procession for a while.

So, why I made that choice at the time was unknown to me as well.

I couldn’t explain anything other than that a certain form of her looming over the fluttering airflow had pulled something out of my heart.

While the saintess who had just finished her Second Advent wandered around the monastery, the priests who came to see her bow their heads to the floor without exception. No, it was an iron rule.

But at that time, as if I was possessed by something, I stood up and approached her resolutely, tainting that sacred footprint, and suddenly even started talking to her.

Now that I think about it, it was such an act of punishment that I thought it was a relief that it ended with my fingernails being pulled out.

What would have happened if Haren hadn’t defended me by taking his own seat.

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Just imagining that future poem even a little bit still makes me feel cold.

Come to think of it, it was definitely from that time.

The fact that Sister Beltane, who was not very close to me, began to openly entangle with me.

At first, I wondered if he was interested in me, but later it became clear that he wasn’t.

”Hey, haven’t we met somewhere?”

Needless to say, I was wildly crazy at the time when I spouted lines that would have been spoken by a hunting man in a night city to a child who was still young.