episode_0058

What on earth is a party?

Isn’t a party about having a common goal and moving forward with one mind?

I thought about it a lot, but it didn’t seem to be an easy task, and I felt like my head was hurting.

In fact, if you talk about setting up a harem in a game, you do 3P and 4P because you like each other, but if you were to set up a harem in real life, it was clear that this would be the reaction.

So, should we say that it is a crony fight between those who started to give their hearts to Kylon?

In this worldview, there is no policy of monogamy or anything like that, so there was no point in fighting over cheating. Moreover, since Kylon did not organize the ranks, it was inevitable that the fight would intensify.

So, first of all, in this party, rather than working together as one team, Kylon had to properly organize the hierarchy.

I thought it would be good to just sort out who is the confidant and who is the concubine, or to tell me who I sleep with when, when I sleep with whom, and when I rest.

Why did the party end up like this?

Is this a world that the player doesn’t recognize because it’s behind the scenes of the game?

Since it was a fight between heroines, was it natural that it would be difficult for anyone but me to recognize it?

Otherwise, I wonder if the path I am currently taking has gone completely wrong.

A lot of worries crossed my mind, but there was no place to express them comfortably.

If I tried to say this to Kailon, who declared that he would not be able to be a teaching assistant right now, it would be like pushing him off his back and he might get hurt again.

I just walked in silence, but the atmosphere was so scary that I couldn’t help but notice.

Of course, since I was in the very back, I could only see the fighting, but even that felt scary for no reason because their blades were secretly pointed at me.

this… The party that goes to defeat the devil?

I felt like sighing at the thought that maybe the problem was that Kailon had arbitrarily disobeyed the order and tried to touch me at the same time.

However, it was a bit too much to blame Kylon unconditionally, and I had no intention of pressuring Kylon because I thought that it was because I had supported Agnes.

I was wondering if I had arbitrarily dabbled in a topic I didn’t know anything about games and ended up messing things up in the end.

“… … .”

I don’t know.

Since I couldn’t firmly rely on anything anymore, I was at a loss as to what to lean on, what to believe in, and what to move forward with.

Should I say that my heart is shaken?

I think it was a good thing that I stayed this strong for a subject who never even stepped outside the room.

Since I don’t know for sure anymore, I think it’s okay to hesitate for a moment.

As I followed them for a while, I felt like I heard a voice from somewhere.

I was startled because it felt like he was telling me to trust me, so I opened my eyes wide and looked around.

No one was looking at me, and this silence gave the impression that someone had not said anything to me.

Auditory hallucinations? Or is it just my imagination?

If not, then it couldn’t possibly be the voice of God.

Could it be the voice of God?

I moistened my chapped lips little by little, trying to somehow fill my burning insides. I gently caressed the rosary on my wrist with my other hand, then carefully took it out and held it lightly in my hand.

I looked quietly to see if it was because of this thing the bishop had given me, but no matter how hard I looked at it, I could not hear the sound again, whether it was an auditory hallucination or the voice of God. All I could hear was the sound of footsteps.

If I wasn’t crazy, was that the voice of the goddess?

I thought being a saint was just something like that, but when I heard that I could actually hear the voice of God, I felt like I was going crazy and got chills.

As I was holding it still, thinking that I had nothing to do anyway, I grabbed each egg in the rosary and began to caress each one with my fingers while muttering.

Everyone was working so hard to keep me in check, but I spent time alone with the rosary beads, and I forgot about the hardships of walking, and I thought it was really nice to be able to walk without worrying about things like that.

*

dinner. When should we head to our next destination? Two days had already passed, so it was clear that we would arrive at the next village tomorrow evening. But since my business there was already over, I had to worry about walking to my next destination again.

I groaned and carefully looked at the map inside the tent to see how long it would be next.

On the paper, which had traces of having been skimmed over and over again by the bishop, I could see that red ink had been added over and over again to make sure it was correct.

One, two, three, then four, and five.

I narrowed my eyes at the information that I had disappeared between the fifth and sixth marks.

Because the map said it wasn’t even close to the border.

The fact that it is not adjacent to the border is primarily a matter within the province, and here there is no doubt that a mark has been painted over and over again near that part of the map.

Did you get to the next area? The hesitation put a question mark on the next village, but even that couldn’t be said to be close to the border.

There would still be a long way to go before crossing the next border.

A pilgrimage to a holy place is essentially about finding traces of God or saints, encountering them, and repeating prayers. If so, it would mean that each sign had its own trace.

Are there any ruins and are they trapped?

Many thoughts came and went, but I still couldn’t be sure, so in the end, I just checked the surrounding terrain and repeated my guesses.

As I stayed still like that, the tent I was sitting in shook.

Then, the tent’s door opened, the cloth opened in the middle, and Agnes appeared between them.

“… Saint? Please eat. You didn’t even eat lunch.”

“Ah, yes. I’ll be there soon.”

I was hungry. You could say that my body would never die no matter how much I starved, but that didn’t mean I was free from the pain of hunger, so I nodded.

I roughly folded the map I had spread out in my hand and stuffed it into the pocket inside my cape.

Since it’s a cape, I can’t put anything thick in it, but I thought it was a good thing that I could put things like paper in it, so I got up and walked out of the tent.

As I stood on the ground in my shoes, I could see Kailon preparing a meal using the cut stump as a chair, and Linda and Agnes standing next to him.

There was also Flora, who was a little far away, giving off an air as if she didn’t care, but at the same time, she didn’t like it.

“Please sit down.”

I nodded at Kylon’s words and carefully sat down in the remaining seat, took the stew that Agnes handed me, and looked at it quietly.

Since you won’t be able to taste it anyway, I’ll just give you something like a biscuit.

With that in mind, I started eating,

I just finished eating without any conversation.

Of course, I listened to the nervous chatter between Linda and Agnes, but seeing as Kailon was able to slyly play it off, it seemed like I had nothing to worry about.

It would be no different from me, who has never had a proper conversation with anyone.

After finishing my meal, with no one in particular I wanted to talk to and no scenery I wanted to see, I entered the tent and stared blankly inside.

When I saw the tent fabric, which was a dull color without any special patterns, I groaned, “Whoa,” and then without even changing my clothes, I just got into my sleeping bag in my saint’s clothes.

I guess I didn’t eat much. I knew that lying down right after eating wouldn’t upset my stomach, so I lay down comfortably and pulled up the straps of my sleeping bag.

I thought it was truly amazing that even if it wasn’t a zipper, something similar could be made with a string. As I closed my eyes at the softness, I felt like time was passing by.

How much time has passed like that? I think I dozed off for a moment, but then I heard someone wake me up.

“Saint.”

It was a slightly cold voice. I wondered whose voice it was, but it turned out to be Linda’s voice.

Since I was just here today, I wouldn’t have had any contact with Kylon. Why is Linda looking for me?

After wondering about that for a moment, Linda nodded and pointed outside.

“Kylon is looking for you.”

“… … .”

Ah, I thought I knew why.

Seeing that there was no light coming into the tent other than the bonfire, it seemed like the sun had completely set and it was night, but in the meantime, Kailon was looking for me, so I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a while, I smiled bitterly and answered.

“Ask me to talk in the morning.”

“… … ? Is that okay?”

Despite Linda’s puzzled expression, I just answered calmly.

“It’s not something that needs to be told at night.”

Uh, I’m not going.