77 – Number of self-infestations

Few spectacles are as entertaining as the sight of a person at the crossroads of a choice clutching his head in agony.

A young child thinking hard about whether he likes his mother or his father.

A husband who shakes his head in a cold sweat when his spouse asks if he will marry him in the next life.

From fire type, water type, to gamers who are agonizing over which type to choose from grass type to make their future play smoother.

In this way, human beings who are faced with an irreversible option cannot help but imagine the future even if it is just a family dream.

”anything····. anything····.”

The saintess, who had been told in detail what kind of paper the paper was handed over to me, occasionally recited muffled monologues into the air.

An object practically equivalent to toilet paper, with only a few words scribbled in a nasty handwriting on crumpled paper torn from a notebook.

However, the image of the saintess holding such quasi-trash as if it were an expensive treasure was like watching a lucky person who happened to get a treasure map on an unknown remote island.

”Really… if you really have this, will Wellna do whatever you want to do…?”

”Yeah. Of course. As a reward for being a good child up until now, I’m giving it to the saintess.”

”yes! that’s right! well you were nice! You were very nice!”

Although the proud attitude of the world briefly stirred up a fierce agony over the standard of goodness in my head.

Seeing that the current situation is the current situation, I decided to put such trivial thoughts aside for a while.

”But keep that in mind. saintess. You can only use this wish ticket once, and if you don’t decide on a wish by today, it will just disappear. So you should think carefully about what you want and tell me? You know?”

”Yes! Ah Okay!”

”hahahaha.”

From the rare sight of the saintess nodding her head obediently while listening to me carefully, I was naturally reminded of a wonderful picture of a child on her first errand chewing on what her parents asked her to do.

”Did you give this to him too…?”

”Yes?”

It was then. Suddenly, the saintess tugged at my sleeve and asked a low question.

him

It was a fairly vague title that made it difficult to guess who it was referring to.

The dusky hostility permeating the saintess’s petty voice made me implicitly guess her identity.

”Yo, are you talking about the hero?”

”····”

The saintess, who answered me with a silent nod, looked up at me blankly.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the relationship between the saintess and the hero after the first meeting, which was never seen as moderate, was truly the worst.

The saintess, who rarely expresses true emotions, was the only person who openly showed hostility.

Because the hero who positively praised and affirmed everything in this world to the point of wondering if there was anything he disliked was the only person openly hostile to the saintess.

Apis and Dauna, who often growled at each other whenever they met eyes, weren’t serious enough.

They were able to communicate to a certain extent with a mediator in the middle, and they didn’t hate each other to death, perhaps because their values were slightly out of sync.

but.

‘I hate him. You keep trying to steal mine. Don’t play with him.’

‘I’m not sure if the blessing ceremony is really necessary! Even if I don’t rely on divine protection, I’m strong! That’s why I don’t want to receive help from the saintess as much as possible!’

It was superlative.

Because I had been watching their actions from close range.

It wasn’t hard to notice that the warrior and the saintess looked down on each other as if they were enemies.

And I was vaguely aware of what kind of catalyst sparked their emotional fluctuations.

I wanted to deny it as much as possible, but honestly, at this point, I couldn’t know if I didn’t know.

”I never gave it to the hero…”

”really? really?”

”That’s right. I told you earlier that it’s a special gift only for the saintess.”

”Huh.”

Was my answer quite satisfactory?

The saintess, who looked very excited, occasionally hopped in place like a rabbit welcoming its owner.

There were circumstances that I couldn’t bear to tell others, and the fact that the warrior who had been with me for many years had goodwill toward me was only because I had no shame in accepting that feeling, and I was reluctant to understand the rationality of it.

However, I had no idea why the saintess, who had only known each other for half a year, was obsessed with me.

Born as an orphan, there’s no way I could have a half-sister who was separated from me due to unavoidable circumstances when I was young.

My previous life was not dramatic enough to be the central axis of such a tragic narrative, to say that a lover who had been widowed in a previous life was reincarnated and reunited.

Even if she wanted to ask someone for advice, even the saintess herself seemed unaware of the reason, so there was no way she could come up with the right answer to such a question by herself.

In this situation, if I said that I might quit this place soon, what kind of reaction would the saintess show?

Unable to bear the pressure of making my head dizzy just by trying to outline it for a moment, I soon stopped thinking about it.

”Then I’ll be choosing a children’s book to read a little later. If your wish is decided, please tell me. You know?”

”yes. okay.”

Using the saintess’s firm answer as a signal, I cut off the thoughts that filled my head, then moved my gaze toward the storybooks scattered on the floor.

Fortunately, the saintess noticed that the proposal I made hastily was quite satisfactory.

It was as if he was looking at a metronome, looking at the wish ticket he was holding dearly, and occasionally tossing his body from side to side.

”♬”

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Judging from the occasional humming of a song, it seemed quite happy.

If possible, I would like to continue thinking alone and pass the set time limit, but I was fully aware that that was an overly optimistic idea.

‘It doesn’t matter what it is, so please bear with the kiss…’

If I continued like this, the noble lips of the saintess might be soiled by me, though.

However, if I had left my hands alone, a more tragic tragedy could have happened, so unfortunately, this was the best plan I could think of with my lacking brain.

After all, I should have just stabbed a knife into the back of my hand.

A whitish remorse tried to distort my vision from time to time, but with a few turns of my head, I quickly cut through those thoughts.

‘Let’s take control of our minds by reading children’s books.’

I picked up the books carelessly on the floor and examined the covers one by one.

Last time I read mainly exciting adventure plays, so this time it would be better for education to read mainly life fairy tales full of lessons that guide life.

”Let’s see…”

Not long ago, it was necessary to spend a considerable amount of time selecting children’s books that were suitable for the saintess’ mental age and did not contain promiscuous content that the saintess could follow.

Thanks to the nun who took notice of my hard work and said she would take care of the troublesome task for me, now I just had to pick out the books that caught my eye.

”Oh, this is a book I haven’t seen before. Is the nun new?”

What caught my attention was an unfamiliar children’s book with beautiful pictures and antique materials.

The title of the book was written in ancient elven language, so I couldn’t read anything other than the word ‘elf’.

As far as the title of the cover was concerned, the contents of the book were clearly written in the common language.

It wasn’t that surprising since it was a common method of finishing in books translated from old books by elves.

I opened the book and read the first sentence carefully.

”I bought an elf as a sex slave, you sane…”

chin.

Immediately after that, I hurriedly closed the book.

It was clear I was mistaken. No, it must have been a mistake.

There is no way that a book with such insidious writings could exist in the list of books that the nun, who was meticulous in everything, even boasted that she would manage it herself.

I opened the book again to reconfirm the identity of the insidious phrase that swallowed up my thoughts in an instant like a raging typhoon.

flutter.

”This, this is…!”

It didn’t take long for the hypothesis that I wanted to deny to be transformed into a clear reality.

It must have been.

It was nonsense.

It is a kind of forbidden book that should never be placed where children can see it, and it is a dangerous object that adults should never open in front of others.

In a way, the question of why books, which should be handled more carefully than explosives, were carelessly rolling around in the audience room where the saintess was enshrined, was a later issue for now.

The real problem was that the saintess might have opened this book.

”I made a wish!”

Right after that, an untainted voice full of intense excitement resonated resoundingly.