episode_0057

Various, various.

Leaving behind the noisy cheers and farewells of the people, the six men and women finally left the capital.

It only took three days. It was a trip that was decided on in a very short period of time. However, Glenn could not agree. The past three days felt like three months to him.

I dare say that I have never had days in my life that were so complex and confusing.

‘The most horrible thing is that it has created an excuse for the days ahead to become even more complicated…’

Yes. Glenn had been able to find dozens of suspicious corners over the past few days. The purpose of the trip. The absence of the warrior. An ominous gaze. An unexpected action, and so on.

This secret mission involved too many variables. Although I was promised the greatest honor and reward as an adventurer, and the guild master was behind me, if I had not been confident in my own abilities, I would have given up long ago. And…

‘If the saint hadn’t been involved, I wouldn’t have shown even the slightest interest. Perhaps, just like before, I would still be lost in reading, wasting time and spending each day meaninglessly…’

Yes. I would have been walking around with big glasses and shabby clothes. Mentally still depressed. Nothing had changed. So different from now.

“But oppa. Why did you change back into that crappy outfit?”

In an instant, I was pulled out of my thoughts and back to reality.

Glenn was riding in a carriage. It was a carriage that could easily accommodate six people. The driver was a Benedictine monk. In the carriage, Alina, Milicia, and Sister Esther were sitting in the spacious and well-prepared compartment.

Glenn and Briwen sat side by side at the tail of the carriage, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings as they watched the capital city recede. Glenn responded to his brother’s remarks with a dry air.

“What a beggarly outfit…Careful with what you say, really.”

“Oh, sorry. Let me say it again. Hmm…Why are you wearing such dirty, unsuitable rags? Are you a beggar? ”

Oh my, you covered it up too much!

Glenn wanted to object, but honestly, it was true, so he just kept his mouth shut and swallowed his anger. He had prepared countless counterarguments that could shatter Alina’s icy remarks, but the carriage space was too small to express them in words… In fact, it was difficult to explain them right away.

‘I hope this guy doesn’t get involved in this dirty threat.’

With that in mind, Glenn looked at Briwen, who was working hard on guarding alongside him, with an earnest look. It was a look of asking for help. Friend. We have been fighting for a long time. Please protect me a little.

Oh, why do I feel an ominous aura running down my spine? Is it to kill? Could it be that those guys are waiting for me up ahead?

Anyway, perhaps because Glenn’s earnestness had reached her, Briwen paused from her work and sighed as she answered Alina.

“Alina, don’t scold him too much. Glenn is doing his best as an adventurer, no matter what.”

“Oh, Sister Briwen? Are adventurers these days just sitting around wearing clothes like X? Even Sister Briwen doesn’t do that right now.”

“Hey…”

I have a saint so I can hold back on harsh words. What a piece of shit, you’re wearing! You just haven’t had new clothes, new outfits! For over three years!

Glenn became even more alert and vigilant about his surroundings. Briwen, who realized that Glenn was really upset, snickered and gave an exquisite answer.

“Well, Glenn is the only adventurer who dresses like this. But don’t scold him too much. Even so, there aren’t many people in the Adventurer’s Guild who can carry out their missions as a ‘target’ as well as Glenn.”

“Uh…target, right?”

“Yeah. It’s too dangerous to tell you more than that, but know that there’s a reason.”

“Hmm…”

Alina rested her chin on her hand with a complicated expression.

Well, I knew it would be hard to understand. But still, isn’t that kind of crappy expression too much! Even if it’s true, man!

At that moment when Glenn was grumbling without even looking away, a beautiful voice pierced into his ear. Ah, it’s healing. It was the voice of the saint.

“Briwen, you really know Glenn well.”

“Ah, yes. We’ve been adventurers together for over 10 years. The habits and attitude towards missions are familiar to me as if they were my own.”

“Over 10 years… Then the relationship between the two of you must be much deeper and stronger than you think.”

“Well, I pride myself on being pretty close, but…”

Briwen smiled and glanced at Glenn. Glenn, who was still looking around, pretending not to notice, tried to ignore it.

However, it was virtually impossible to ignore the gazes shooting at me from behind and the burden I felt right next to me. Even if I tried to buy more time…

“What are you doing, oppa?”

‘That thing isn’t helping!’

My brother is definitely here. Shit.

Naturally, to those watching, Glenn’s appearance was extremely awkward. How could anyone not feel awkward when he was receiving the attention of two beauties and just stared off into the distance at the horizon?

Alina knew that very well, which is why she attacked Glenn’s weakness with such a nonsensical tone.

And then, I felt a new gaze. Ah, it was life. I knew who this gaze was. But let’s move on for now.

“What’s wrong, Briwen? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Glen, I wonder what you think.”

“That’s right. Glenn, I didn’t say anything about Briwen.”

“You can just call me Briwen, my lady. Why are you hesitating to speak? Is this guy trying to cover up something that happened before?”

“No, I didn’t say anything other than…’colleague’, Miss Briwen.”

Briwen gave a deep, meaningful smile to the Saint Militia who called her that after compromise.

At that expression, the saintess became tense. And Glenn, who was watching from the corner of his eye, also became tense. Hey, why are you preparing so well to say something so strange? Something happened between us…

“Well, it would be hard for Glenn to bring up such a personal past. Or give a gift to a hurt girl…”

“Gift…”

“Comfort me at night with kind words…”

“Comfort at midnight…”

“If the girl wants, I can roll over and over whenever she wants…”

“Tumble…Tumble…”

Hey, what do you want me to do with such remarks without a proper explanation?

Milicia’s voice gradually became quieter. And, I could sense the killing intent of the two people. Ah, no! Where did the benevolence of the Air Grants Church go? Why do I sense the killing intent from those who have received the teachings of the church?

And then I heard it. Someone’s voice laughing and giggling. Alina, you knew it! Well, we shared a room, so you probably heard it already. I, s-s-ss…

Glenn tried his best to ignore the murderous intent behind him and corrected Briwen’s words as calmly as he could.

“Hey, hey. B, Brywen. What are you going to do if I abbreviate it so misleadingly? You were hurt because of the request between the demons and your kind, I gave you a present because it was your birthday, I comforted you with kind words because you seemed to be having a hard time because of that incident, and you were the one who asked to fight first.”

“Ah, I was the one who asked first.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“First…please…”

“Low quality…”

Oh no. Why are the reactions like this!

The saintess began to take on a gloomy air, as if she was sinking further into a dark corner. And Sister Esther was glaring at me with eyes that looked like they were nothing more than trash.

You can see it all, right? Even if it’s just a sidelong glance, you can see it clearly. Do you think Glenn would be scared of that? You, someone like you?

Glenn tried to ignore his fear and spoke as calmly as possible.

“Yeah. Please remember your childhood when you were a brawler. Please.”

“Well, we were both very energetic. Oh, and your gift. I’m still using it well. Here.”

So, there’s no need to turn your head and show me that damn headband that holds your hair up. Why are you doing this today!

Glenn had a strong desire to scream out loud, but he couldn’t do it and just held back his anger. That’s how strange Briwen was today.

In the first place, why are you still wearing that old headband! I can’t even guess how many years ago it was! While Glenn was gritting his teeth and muttering to himself, the four women, excluding the Benedict monk driving the carriage, continued their conversation.

“A headband…oh…”

“Brother, I thought you weren’t interested in girls. When did you give me something like that?”

“I thought he was a hooligan…but he was trash who targeted other races…no, he was worse than that from the beginning…”

Among those who were chatting like that, there was someone who looked seriously troubled, with his head down and his mouth covered with his hand. Saint Milicia succeeded in remembering the past.

Clearly, that day, the day he returned from his sweet time at the beach, he had received something.

‘I definitely received the headband.’

Apparently, Glenn had given it to her, saying it would be useful in the duel. And then, the sweeter and more alluring touch than ever, the brief but regrettable skinship that was long and yet so brief, followed.

‘I wonder if that wasn’t just my experience…’

Carefully, he shifted his gaze. First, he shifted his gaze to Briwen. Briwen was busy dealing with Alina, who was barraging her with questions. Then, he glanced at her and felt the saint’s gaze. He shifted his gaze to her for a moment, and then showed a surprising behavior.

Sigh. Briwen smiled very slightly.

Oh, what is this? This boiling, painful, yet vitalizing emotion.

‘I can’t see it.’

Milicia tried hard to ignore that smile. She had an ominous feeling that if she looked at it any longer, a strange emotion would take over her mind. Then, she turned her gaze and turned it to the person she treasured more than anyone else in this carriage and wanted to be by her side.

In the carriage, the man was still alone, his back turned, and he was busy watching the back of the carriage. Whether he knew the saintess’ gaze or not, he was muttering something and was absorbed in admiring the scenery outside.

At that moment, I wanted to scream. I wanted to call his name at the top of my lungs.

Ah, what nonsense… why me?

The saint realized the impulse that had arisen in her heart. And she was astonished. She could not believe it. Could this feeling that was coming upon her be the feeling she had seen and heard through much learning and experience?

Really, truly, did such human emotions arise within you?

‘Is this jealousy…?’

Who was the jealousy directed at? Why was the jealousy rising? Who was the jealousy directed at? The saintess had a vague idea, but she couldn’t come to a conclusion. No, she didn’t want to come to a conclusion.

It was a feeling I had never felt before in my 20 years of life. It was a feeling that had never arisen in my heart even during my long training in the church and my activities as a member of a group of warriors.

Ah, but I, those feelings, because of just one person’s past… the flames rose. The countless emotions and impulses that a human can have and release had not been expressed to the extent that even the saintess herself was aware of them. However, by focusing on just one person, she was slowly coming back to life.

Now, he realized that he had been feeling this way since he had adopted him as his escort knight, but he had become entangled in this special and unique relationship.

The saint felt bitter about the result, but surprisingly, she felt joy.

Various. The carriage still moved loudly amidst the chattering flowers. The surrounding scenery was quiet.

For now, nothing happened.

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“They said he got out.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Yes. I will lead the hired men.”

“Okay.”

In the scorching sun, somewhere in the forest near the capital, a suspicious movement began. At the forefront was a man with a muscular body and a wickedly distorted face.

“It’s time to make you scream.”

The man gritted his teeth and muttered that. It was a painful promise to himself.

And time was heading towards night.