episode_0033

It was all thanks to Israfil that I was able to adapt well to this world that was completely different from my previous life and even become a proper resident of the continent.

What if Israfil hadn’t punched me in the stomach that day ten years ago when he tried to steal my money?

Well, it was something that could be imagined without much thought. The blessed divinity would have realized it on its own at some point, so it wouldn’t have died somewhere without leaving a single name behind.

‘Still, I guess I wasn’t a very good person.’

Aside from the fact that it is a fantasy world where superhumans who have mastered swords and magic run rampant, it is a continent whose level of civilization cannot be said to be higher than that of the previous life.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a slum in a small city on the outskirts of the great Cavensia Empire.

The reason I, an orphan without parents, was able to grow up safely until the age of ten was because I was taken in by a man with the same surname as I am now, who ruled the area.

He was a man who kept to a minimum level of morality, but it was difficult to call him a sage.

Naturally, I became a back-alley thug to repay the debt he had paid me for…

If he had grown up like that, perhaps he would have inherited the position of a man thanks to his divine talent?

In that way, he built a decent position in the underworld of the outskirts, and compared to now, he may have lived a truly miserable life.

It was Israfil Ha’el who completed the current Evan Lane. There was no doubt about it.

It was she who raised the ferocious orphan, whose ego had long since been destroyed, into a human being. She taught him basic knowledge and common sense, and even forcibly instilled manners and etiquette.

Although, during that process, I had to suffer from primitive violence and corporal punishment under the guise of discipline.

‘… … Oh my, just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.’

Those were times I really didn’t want to recall. Especially those times when I was healed and beaten again by the divine power, healed and beaten again.

To be honest, until then I had no doubt that my benefactor, who was like my sister, mother, and teacher, was a sadistic pervert.

I’m always grateful that he’s guided me in the right direction, but even Israfil isn’t 100% perfect.

Even if you put aside that gentle and kind nature and disposition… … . After being beaten almost every three days for nearly ten years, wouldn’t it be natural to have such thoughts?

Well, maybe it’s my fault for always talking back and being rude back then.

At first, Israfil tried to console her affectionately, but at some point, he started raising his fist without saying a word.

‘……hmm.’

Thinking about it this way, is cause and effect clear? After all, it seems like I was the one who provided the cause.

What I just want to say is that I am not the one who created her violence. It was Israfil’s nature.

Even when I was approaching my youth, it was Israfil Ha’el who would beat me like a dog, but for some reason, he would even let out a ragged breath.

Even if I recall that time when I heard the news from Lethe as soon as I returned from my long-term mission and pressed down on him with all my might.

She was a bit of a clumsy and awkward person, but she was essentially a very sadistic woman.

I never doubted that fact for a second. To me, Israfil was basically a superior who could not be beaten, who could always lose, except when he occasionally gained the upper hand.

“… … .”

That must be the case, Israfil is definitely that kind of person to me.

At least that was the case until a few days ago.

“I am trash… … . Unrecyclable waste, unburnable waste… … . I am a slut, a prostitute who ate her son because she could not control her desires… … .”

“… … Hey.”

“Sa, actually, the statement that I thought of you as just family was fake. We were really like real siblings, but I fell in love with you… … .”

“Israfil.”

“That’s right… … . I’m a sinner. I’m an incest rapist who committed incest. I saw my brother as a man. I was wrong, I was wrong.”

“No, fuck. Listen to what people are saying… … .”

“… … Please kill me. I don’t deserve to live anymore. Oh, Goddess, I’m sorry. I have sinned, haha …

Kkudangdang! I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I kicked Israfil, who was kneeling and holding her hands together as if she was confessing her sins, and she rolled around several times before falling to the ground.

I absolutely cannot help but listen. I muttered to myself, nervously stroking my bangs.

“Wake up, sis. If you don’t want to get ripped off by your younger sibling today.”

“Ugh, huh… … .”

Israfil finally comes to his senses and gets up after being fiercely attacked.

Her cheeks were a bit red for some reason, so it’s hard to say that she’d just come to her senses. This girl, maybe she wasn’t really a sadist.

However, since we can’t judge them as masochists based on this partial appearance, we decided to temporarily consider them as having both tendencies at the same time. Should we call these people Switches?

Anyway, I left the good issues aside and squatted down in front of Israfil.

He was looking at the woman in front of him with such an unpleasant expression. As soon as my red gaze was fixed on him, Israfil awkwardly turned his head away.

Her usually shiny, water-colored hair was a mess, and her complexion was so haggard that I wondered if she had eaten anything while avoiding me.

“Hey, you… … .”

“… … .”

“Hoo.”

I was about to say something to her, glaring at her, but I quickly had to shut my lips.

It was a bit awkward to just spit out the harsh words that had been rising to the tip of my tongue. The way this woman looked at me now was so jarring that it gave me a headache.

‘I can’t help it.’

It was an inevitable choice. I came here to talk, but if things continued this way, not only would we not be able to talk, but someone would faint before that.

“… … Just wait a minute.”

With a sigh, he lightly patted Israfil on the shoulder. Even that one touch made her flinch in fear, wondering what it was.

Regardless, I got up and left the bedroom. It was a luxurious residence of the first disciple of the Sun Church, with only three rooms, a spacious living room, and a kitchen.

It wasn’t really a new experience for me, since I had been living with the same person for almost six or seven years before I was assigned a private room as a candidate for sainthood.

This woman still can’t seem to clean the house properly on her own. I clicked my tongue and drew up a small amount of divine power.

Woof… … !

I suddenly remembered the clothes, including underwear, strewn here and there, and the dust that had piled up here and there, as if only the bare minimum of cleaning had been done.

“Sigh.”

It was a limited imitation of psychokinesis magic through divine power. With just such a simple measure, you can clean up all the trash and other things.

‘I wonder if he has a compulsive hoarding disorder or if he is just lazy and loafing around.’

Either way, it was behavior that made me want to give them a slap on the back. They leave the house in such a mess, and only move around when they really feel like it’s not going to work out.

Or maybe we should call Nana Isabel over to help with the spring cleaning.

“If you want to be treated like an older sister, at least show some older behavior. Huh? Don’t you think so, that old lady over there?”

“… … .”

I glanced toward the bedroom, grumbling as if to tell them to listen in, but of course, there was no response. Since I wasn’t expecting much, I opened the window to ventilate and let the dust out.

The next destination was the kitchen. Although Israfil, with her infinitely miserable feminine power, would never cook anything for herself… … .

Did they want to keep the assortment in check? There were ingredients stored here and there.

‘I guess I should say that it’s fortunate.’

It was a bit creepy that I couldn’t check the expiration date. It was a bit unsettling, but I decided to give it a try anyway.

Wasn’t he the strongest apostle of the Solar Cult? He wouldn’t have any problems because he ate some spoiled food.

‘No, not that~’

Even if that wasn’t the case, it wasn’t my job to go that far. With the red blade on my fingertips, I chopped mushrooms, pumpkins, onions, carrots, and other things into small pieces and put them in a pot I had prepared in advance.

And he reached out and took a bowl from the cupboard. It was rice, the staple food of the region that Israfil had brought back when he was dispatched to the Eastern Empire to satisfy my tastes as a child.

A small smile escaped my face as I remembered the old days when I would complain about side dishes for no reason.

As I was banging my head against him, I also remembered the memories of Israfil, who had brought me rice a few months later, perhaps because he was so concerned.

“Hmm… … .”

A meaningful voice came out of my mouth on its own. I don’t know if it was because of that, but I felt something moving inside the bedroom.

I continued working leisurely, raising the corners of my lips in silence.

After going through the process of cooking using the method of cooking, the steaming hot rice is completed, and placed directly on top of the chopped vegetables that have been stir-fried with sesame oil in a pot.

The next step was simple. I took my time mixing it, added water, and while I was at it, I sprinkled some holy water created by divine power, and stirred it again.

Finally, finish with seasoning and you’re done. I transferred the vegetable porridge, which smelled quite good, into a clean bowl where it had been left for a while.

“It’s okay.”

Hurrah!

The flame that had been burning hard at the bottom of the pot was extinguished with a single wave of the hand.

I returned to the bedroom with such a satisfying result.

“… … What are you doing?”

I had to frown for a moment at the sight inside. What kind of mental state was this? Israfil had rolled up his blanket and turned into a water-colored kimbap.

I thought about throwing it out the window, but I calmed myself down with a sigh.

“Now come out and eat. It’ll cool down.”

“… … Yeah.”

Fortunately, despite the fact that Israfil’s infantile regression was in full swing, she showed remarkable intelligence, such as understanding human language and holding a spoon.

‘You’re eating well.’

Anyway, I’m glad that she ate what was given to her. I quietly watched her eating, secretly feeling pleased…

“Hey, Israfil.”

“… … ?”

I called her name lightly. Israfil, who stopped mumbling and looked up at me, just rolled his eyes with a questioning expression.

I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs over my knees.

And then spit it out indifferently.

“Shall we have sex later?”

‘Do you really like me?’

In a truly calm and composed voice, she dropped a proper bomb in the bedroom. And a beat later, she realized that her thoughts and words had come out in opposite directions.

what.

I thought it wouldn’t matter soon. Either way, the nuances might be a little different, but the core would be the same.

“Puhhup… … !”

And Israfil spit out the vegetable porridge he had in his mouth onto my table.