The Master of Blades Does Not Hide Their Hands – 3

Tap, tap.

The sound of the keyboard strikes my ears.

Actually, I like the sound of keyboards.

I don’t know if it’s blue switch or brown switch, but I really like the sound of my fingers pressing the buttons, click-clacking.

But not today.

Actually, the sound itself isn’t what’s making me feel bad.

I’m already in a bad mood.

“Haa…”

I stare blankly at the monitor.

A page filled with dense text.

My eyes can’t keep up with the sudden flood of information.

My vision blurs.

Like turning off and on a malfunctioning computer, I press my eyes with my hands and close them for a moment.

I soothe my eyes with moderate pressure.

“Haa…”

I open my eyes again and look at the monitor.

The situation hasn’t changed.

Tap, tap.

The sound of the keyboard is still annoying.

And I feel subtle glances from around me.

I stretch and naturally look around, and I see everyone turning their heads away.

“……..”

Is this how the animals in the zoo feel?

Thinking trivial thoughts, I leave the office.

I go out to the emergency stairs, hoping to clear my head for a while.

I open the thick, heavy door and feel the cool air, different from the stuffy air of the office.

-Thump

The sound of the door closing echoed loudly.

I sit down on the stairs and think for a moment.

Actually, I don’t want to think about anything.

Really, I don’t want to think about anything at all.

I bury my face in my knees and just waste time.

Thinking that this will make me feel better.

-Thump

I hear the sound of a door closing above me.

And I hear the sound of high heels coming down.

Judging by the sporadic sounds, it seems that there is more than one person coming down.

“Ugh, the elevator isn’t coming at all.”

“Since we’re going down anyway, the stairs are fine.”

The voices get louder.

-Clack, clack.

The footsteps get louder.

If I run into them, the fact that I was moping around in the emergency stairs will be rumored all over the place.

I should go back to the office.

“Ah, right. Section Chief Inho. Has something been going on lately?”

I put my hand on the door, and I hear my name.

-Clack, clack.

I go down one floor and wait for them to disappear.

“I heard he broke up with his girlfriend?”

“I kind of thought so. It’s the first time I’ve seen Section Chief so down.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him for about two years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him so quiet.”

“Didn’t he seem very devoted to his girlfriend?”

“Rather than devoted… it felt like he was being controlled. Didn’t Mi-hye see her too? That time.”

-Clack, clack.

“Ah… in front of the company that time? It was a bit much.”

“When you see her working, she’s smart and good at her job, and she can be a bit hot-tempered, but she’s not a bad person. But in relationships, she’s completely submissive, so it’s a bit strange.”

“Anyway, Section Chief Inho has been so quiet lately that it’s hard to get used to.”

-Clang, bang.

The door opens and the voices disappear.

“……”

I suddenly don’t want to be in the company.

A comfortable room, a wide bed, and a memo placed on the desk.

The scene of the room comes into my blurry vision.

As the surrounding scenery comes into view, my stopped head starts to turn again.

My head throbs.

“…Even my dreams are nightmares.”

It was a dream.

I must have dozed off for a while.

Dinner was delicious, so I ate a little too much, and I must have dozed off as a result.

The problem is that it’s time for Bible study now.

Bible study is a time to re-examine the notes I took based on what I heard from Maria.

It proceeds in the form of reading the notes and asking Maria questions about things I’m curious about.

When I explained the study method to Maria, she liked it noticeably.

I don’t know why.

Anyway, I was reading the notes and thought I was a little sleepy, but I didn’t expect to fall asleep like that.

I think my body has been a little tired recently because of various events.

And my current body is weaker than my previous body.

I can’t let Saint be seen dozing off, so I readjust my posture and wipe the drool that flowed slightly from my mouth.

“…Sister Maria?”

Maria, who usually sits in the chair in front of me and reads the Bible, is quiet.

“……”

Judging by the fact that her head is drooping, she seems to have dozed off like me.

Come to think of it, I can hear her snoring softly.

She must have been tired.

The Inquisitor will also participate in the competition held during the Sani-so week.

And Maria is included among the applicants. So recently, she’s been wielding a kendo sword.

When I asked her what made her apply, she said, ‘It’s thanks to Saint,’ but I still don’t understand what she meant.

She must have practiced hard the day before, and I feel a little sorry for her dozing off.

She’s been tense all day doing asceticism, and if you add training to that, it must be difficult.

“Umm….”

She keeps groaning, as if her posture is uncomfortable.

I look at the clock. I think I have about 3 hours.

“Sister Maria.”

I call her in a small voice.

She’s so deeply asleep that she doesn’t respond.

I get up and go to her side.

And I put my arms under her legs and slowly lift her up in a princess carry.

I carefully move her and gently place her on the bed so that her neck doesn’t bend.

“……..”

Fortunately, the unfortunate event of her waking up during the transfer did not occur.

I put a blanket over her and return to my seat.

Notes filled with words.

To survive as Saint, I have to hammer all of these into my head.