170 – On a stormy night (5)

The human senses are truly mysterious.

If something goes wrong in one place, the other senses come together to make up for the absence somehow.

It was a rumor that had only been passed down through oral tradition until now, but Beltane was now realizing the meaning of the words with his whole body.

”ruler! Please! Sister!”

The feel of the strands of hair tickling my ears. The feeling of warm flesh pressing down on your shoulder blades.

If it was a man, it would be a situation where he could not control his rising lust, but to Beltane, who was a woman and a nun at the same time, all of that was just an element that was against her nerves.

But at this moment, there was another factor that disturbed Beltane’s thoughts the most.

”Warrior. If you don’t mind, could you please put your hand away…”

”no! If that’s the case, if the nun’s big breasts even touch the priest’s body, what the hell are you doing!”

”Oh, how can you say such rude words! It’s not that big!”

”Nope! big! At least it’s unique from what I’ve seen, heard, and touched! My eyes and hands are precise!”

”eee!”

It would be embarrassing enough just to know that the hero, no one else, was making fun of his own body.

Now that the complex he had always cared about was stabbed with a knife, the embarrassment Beltane was feeling was indescribable.

The only consolation was that the saintess was not here.

Perhaps because of the recoil from using a huge amount of holy power, the saintess who suddenly complained of drowsiness was now soundly asleep in her room.

”ruler! I’ll take responsibility here and defend myself! Please the bride! Sister!”

I’ll take care of this, so go ahead!

Why is it that even though the famous lines of heroes in fairy tales that I admired in my childhood were reproduced right in front of my nose, instead of being thrilled, my heart only gets darker?

Beltane decided not to seek out the reason.

Cheer.

Beltane inadvertently fired a look of contempt at the hero who was sitting behind him and gripped his chest like an unholy chalice.

However, thanks to the blindfold covering the eyes, the unfortunate accident that Beltane’s resentment was conveyed to the hero fortunately did not happen.

You are not too small!

It was Beltane who managed to suppress the anger that came from the depths of his heart with his reason, but he couldn’t do anything about the expression that turned red every time his chest was rubbed by the hero.

”Whoa…”

How long did that awkward silence last?

With a melancholy sigh, Beltane, who had relieved a little of the heavy thoughts on his chest, rang his throat in a resolute tone.

”Then let’s begin…”

”Yep! ah! For reference, around the bride’s chest! clavicle! nape! hip! pubis! Ear lobe! Ankle! And don’t touch the area between the armpit and the crotch!”

Then how are you going to wash it?

The gray remorse swarmed again in the heart that had been hard to calm down.

If it was usual, he would have responded with a cold face at that invigorating remark, which was the equivalent of drinking water without using his mouth.

”No, I’ll try…”

Apparently, that opponent was the opponent this time, so Beltane drew a curved arc around his mouth while repeating such a blatant remark to himself.

◈◈◈

”Thank you for your effort! Sister!”

”Heo-eok… Heo Eok…”

The hardship that burns one’s lifespan is, after all, a situation like this.

Beltane was now feeling a huge amount of fatigue that was too much to pay for washing a child.

I couldn’t even feel the energy of one side from that sloppy posture where I was on my knees, with both hands on the floor.

Actually, this was inevitable.

Washing every inch of Reigis’ small body while holding the flesh around his heart firmly to the hero was an ordeal on a level no different from asking Beltane to break through a minefield with a bomb hanging around his neck.

Every time the hand holding the sponge crossed Rage’s body, the long black breath that settled in his ears and the violent murderous intent that seemed to be transmitted directly to his skin caused Beltane to flicker an immeasurable number of deaths. reached

In fact, it was only until the middle that I was fully conscious.

I closed my eyes tightly and agonized over the intense pressure that tightened my body and mind at the same time, but when I came to my senses, the sun had already set, and Reigis’ foot bath had all finished.

Could it be that everything up until now has been a dream?

Beltane was caught in an absurd delusion for a moment by a sense of exhaustion that floated her thoughts, but the faint lingering lingering feeling from her palms reaffirmed to her countless times that it was all a clear reality.

Pure white hair, soft and fluffy like cotton candy.

The soft skin that naturally springs up with the urge to hug and throw it away just by touching it with your fingertips.

From the temperature of the blood vessels flowing through the body to the hot body temperature.

In the aftermath of the visual blockage, the senses are dozens of times more sensitive than usual.

It was thanks to the interaction of those senses that Beltain was able to keep his consciousness intact even under the heavy pressure that weighed down his mind and body.

”I’m all dressed up! Now you can remove the blindfold! Sister!”

Immediately after the hero’s proud declaration echoed, Beltane slowly opened his closed eyes.

It was from that very moment.

A gracious light began to dwell in Beltane’s eyes, which had completely lost their original light due to a series of disasters.

A small existence that spreads a whitish breath while being held in the arms of a hero like a doll.

Beltane implicitly assumed that the reason why that figure overlapped with the figure of the saintess was not just because they had the same hair color.

”Yes·····.”

At that moment, Reiges, who had been sleeping peacefully until now, turned around for a moment, chewing up a dainty moan.

Such an unexpected action was the Hero and Beltane. It elicited a very immediate response from both sides.

”Aww!”

”What a shame!”

The hero stood upright and transformed into a living statue in an instant, and Beltane crouched down on the floor holding onto his chest like a man with a chronic heart disease.

Because the hero was concerned that he might somehow injure Reiges.

It was a reflex action that Beltane made because he could hardly control the desire for protection and maternal love that spread throughout his body in sync with the pulsation of his heart.

‘It’s cute-!!!’

However, the accidents underlying such actions were no different from the villas on both sides.

”Sister! I know your heart! This is not the time for you! I want you to take the priest from me as soon as possible! I am! As long as I keep my sanity! hurry!”

”Huh, huh! Yeah! Neet!”

When the hero, who was unable to do this or that with Reiges in his arms, trembled in a tone that could not be more serious than this, Beltane hurriedly stood up right after that and received the Reiges from the hero.

Swoop.

As the two skins of his skin, which had just finished bathing and were soaked in moisture, fell softly, the air around him, which seemed to have been taut, visibly loosened.

”Huh…”

regret and relief.

The hero, who seemed to have two different emotions complicatedly intertwined, collapsed on the floor with an airy groan.

”Ahhhhh. I think I can now understand why the elders of the village use the rough expression of wanting to bite a child when they see a child…”

”You can’t break it, you can’t bite it…”

Immediately after seeing the hero gasping for breath like a beast facing prey, the terrified Beltane hugged Reigis in his arms even more tightly than before.

”Apis was right… I’ll admit it. Right now, I am very dangerous. I tried to attack the priest more than 40 times in that short period of time…”

”Four, forty…”

40 times.

That strangely realistic figure further exacerbated Beltane’s anxiety, but perhaps thanks to his alertness, he was able to prevent such emotional fluctuations from appearing on his face.

”Sister. only tonight For tonight only, I will entrust the care of the priest to the nun.”

”·····!”

Beltane’s eyes naturally widened.

Contrary to the outward appearance of the evil instinct, the hero’s remarks were very rational.

Of course, there was a dark lingering attachment between the distracted gasps, but the fact that the hero transferred the priest’s personal affairs to someone, even for a moment, was absurd.

”Ah, I see. Just leave it to me…”

”only.”

”!?”

It was then.

Black air rushes through the lungs out of nowhere.

A terrifying ominous feeling, as if a large group of insects were crawling through the skin.

Beltane’s smooth breathing and heart stopped for a moment.

”If you tried to lay a hand on the priest…”

A gloomy melody that seems to be conducted directly to the brain without passing through the eardrum.

Being buried in the sound of his own heart, he did not hear the full text of the words until the end, but Beltane quickly inferred the next content from the context, and his reply was very quick.

”Please trust me. warrior. I swear to God, I will never approach Rage’s priest with a bad heart. I will also ask the saintess to stay away from Priestess Rageis tonight.”

”·····”

Innocent sincerity where not a single lie can be found.

The warrior who had been paying close attention to that resonant voice and unwavering eyes for a while.

It was around the time when human emotions and warmth were slowly returning to the muscles of her expression like water droplets spreading on paper.

”Yeah! I will trust you! Sister!”

A bright smile that shines brilliantly even under the sky when the sun has set.

But later, Beltane recalled this moment, saying that he feared that plain smile more than anything else in the world.

clap.

Returning to the room, Beltane, who gently laid the sleeping Reigis on the bed, finally let out a breath he hadn’t been able to breathe before.

”Haaah…”

dead and alive

That pale complexion looked like it would chew on such lamentable words right now.

”For me to put my hand on Priest Rage’s… That kind of absurd…”

Soon, the whitish self-talk that leaked out was tinged with deep embarrassment.

It was undeniable that Beltane had a crush on Reigis to some extent, but if someone asked if it was love feelings, Beltane would answer no after much thought.

Of course, if he wanted himself, he was willing to serve him wholeheartedly, as a position of indelible favor to him.

In the first place, he was not of that race, and to him, who was loved by the saint and the warrior, he would be no different from a stone on the road.

Moreover, Reiges is in a younger state than usual.

Motherhood to protect, feed, sleep, and caresses springs up like lava, but this feeling cannot be called love.

I didn’t know anything else, but I was able to cut and assert that one thing.

”Well then, now…”

It was at that moment that Beltane, who had brushed away the idle thoughts that clung to his body like dust, tried to lift his heavy hips off the bed.

Swoop.

Suddenly, a white hand wrapped around her neck from behind.

The weight of each person clinging to the back.

Around the time when Beltane was about to express his feelings of surprise at someone stranger who had completely taken over his consciousness without warning.

A melody as clear as a jade marble, as if a devil imitating an angel, but whose meaning was incomparably wicked, quietly tickled in her ears.

”brother. It’s ours now. sister.”