episode_0101

Just a little more,

If you just take one more step forward, you can get there.

To the brilliant light, to the reason for my life, to the clue that will untie the sticky knot.

but….

I slowly opened my eyes, away from the world,

As the floating body sinks, the light begins to fade and the surroundings become dark.

I bit my lip.

Couldn’t reach it again.

Is it the limits of my damn talent, my lack of practice, or maybe I have some kind of regret?

No matter what method I use, I can’t reach it.

Starting with small things like posture, location, breathing method, and even mental images formed from no-self.

…what was lacking?

I’m having a hard time thinking about all the mistakes I might have made.

“Master, it’s time to leave.”

Anonymous came up to me and gently tapped my shoulder.

“… Is it that time already?”

“Yes, the festival is already in full swing.”

“Um… .”

By the way, there was a festival.

But I remember there being a week left… Is it that Unki Breakfast is longer than I thought?

He let out a deep breath and stretched his arms.

My body feels stiff because I have been in the same position for a long time.

“Uggut-”

Anonymous also grabbed my two arms and pulled them as if trying to help me.

“Okay, done.”

“Yes.”

After feeling refreshed for a moment, I picked up the wooden sword.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, Master.”

Let’s forget about the bad things and go enjoy some strawberry pickle, which is Ellen’s specialty.

* * *

Camilla frowned as if in displeasure.

“What the heck, why is the pedophile inspector looking so rotten?”

“Hmm… I don’t know.”

I shook my head slightly.

Anonymous didn’t even look at me or Camilla while they were talking about him, his lips sticking out.

…Why is it like this?

Apparently, the mood of the anonymous seemed fine until he left for his visit.

No, it wasn’t at a good level.

The guy was acting so strangely that I wondered if something good was going on.

I don’t know if the guy wanted to hide it,

The corners of this guy’s mouth kept going up, so there was no way I wouldn’t notice.

But didn’t that name, who seemed so happy, suddenly frown at my words?

When was it… definitely.

I think he asked, ‘Camilla would like to come with you too, is that okay?’

Actually, it was more of a notification than a question.

But if you ask me why it would be this bad… .

Hmm, I don’t know.

I usually speak to anonymous people in a formal manner, and anonymous people know me well, so I never felt offended by that.

Why is my disciple like this today?

I was wondering, ‘Could it be that you’re unhappy with Camilla joining?’

That won’t happen.

I shook my head at the thought, which wasn’t even funny.

That would be so, whether I give permission or not.

Of all the women I’ve seen so far, Camilla is the one who fits my ideal type the most.

There is no reason for the guy to dislike it.

Even if Anonymous is really that upset about Camilla joining, there’s nothing I can do about it.

We made a promise to watch the festival together, and most of all.

…I can’t resist strawberry pickle.

Isn’t there something Camilla promised to give you?

I have to move with Camilla until I get this.

I nod my head at that thought,

The anonymous man expressed his discontent by sticking out his lips even more poutily.

“…”

Let the awkward silence flow for a moment.

“Oh really.”

Camilla swatted my arm away, her whole body shaking with disgust.

“I’m going to suffocate if I stay here.”

“…Why are you doing that?”

I tilted my head,

The nameless one averted his gaze slightly, as if something was stinging him.

At that sight, Camilla narrowed her eyes and stared at the nameless man for a while.

“Yes.”

He let out a deep sigh, took out a bottle from his arms, and shoved it into my chest.

“What, what is it?”

… Where is he touching all of a sudden?

Embarrassed, Camilla took the bottle she had handed to her.

“Sniff sniff… Strawberry?”

Even though I hadn’t opened the lid, the strong strawberry scent lingered in my nose.

“Wow… a dog?”

“Dog… What is this? ”

Whoosh- I raised my head and looked at Camilla,

Camilla continued, smiling faintly and waving her hand.

“This is the pickling liquor I used to give to my grandmother.”

“Ohhh… .”

I picked up the flask that was shining with a brilliant light and looked at it from all sides.

…however.

“Why are you giving this already?”

After we had finished enjoying the festival, we decided to have a drink together when the moon was reflected in our glasses.

In response to my curious question, Camilla smiled and put her arm around my shoulder.

“Why? You don’t like it?”

There wasn’t a huge height difference, but it wasn’t like there was none at all, so naturally Camilla’s heel came into view slightly.

“No… that’s not it.”

As I muttered, Camilla took her arm off my shoulder and turned around.

“I think I should go to the office, I suddenly remembered what I was doing.”

“… Can’t we stay together for a little while?”

No matter how busy you are, there will always be time to take a breather… .

With that thought in mind, I reached out to grab Camilla, but she waved her arms over my head and spread her feet apart.

“Okay.”

“Um… .”

A fairly wide distance,

I’m just biting my lip and wondering what to do.

“Still, thanks for thinking of me?”

Camilla said that with just a slight turn of her head and left with cheerful steps.

Leaving my regret behind, I turned my head to tell the nameless man, ‘Let’s hurry up too.’

“… What are you doing?”

The anonymous man bows his head slightly as if expressing gratitude to Camilla, who is leaving.

I didn’t understand it at all.

* * *

Contrary to my expectations that it would be difficult because there were so many people.

The festival was quite enjoyable.

Of course, it’s not like Myeong and I did anything together… but aren’t there things that make you feel good just by looking at them?

A man dancing in front of a fountain, a child nagging his mother in front of a store, a minstrel telling a story as if singing, and even a cute couple who flinch every time their fingertips touch, as if they haven’t been together for long.

The streets were bustling with people of all kinds, with pleasant smiles on their faces.

In this kind of atmosphere, holding hands with an anonymous person and wandering the streets aimlessly, you can’t help but feel good.

It seems that Camilla wasn’t told to come and see it for nothing.

It was really fun living in the cabin with Anonymous, but sometimes this kind of atmosphere doesn’t seem so bad.

Slightly- I turned my head and looked at the nameless person who was also smiling.

“Was it fun?”

“Yes, it was really fun.”

Myeong-i nodded his head as he made eye contact with me and smiled.

That’s fortunate.

If I had left Ellen right away, I wouldn’t have been able to give Nameless this new experience.

“Then let’s go now, it’s getting late.”

“Yes, Master.”

Actually, this is just an excuse and I just want to drink quickly.

Because the smiles of the people and the fact that I liked Anonymous and the pickled liquor in my arms were more important.

He smiled and hurriedly walked away.

* * *

He threw himself onto the bed and immediately took out a beautiful, shining bottle.

“Nameless, bring me something that can be used as a 받침.”

“Yes, Master.”

Strawberry preserves? What does it taste like?

The corners of my lips go up in anticipation.

But soon the corners of the lips draw a horizontal line again, because there is anxiety rising in a corner of the mind.

It’s been a while since I last had a drink, is that okay?

Wouldn’t you be embarrassed in front of your disciples if you got drunk and made a fool of yourself?

Of course, if you don’t want to get drunk, it’s probably possible…

That’s not polite to strawberry pickle.

“Um.”

I’m worried.

While I was tilting my head here and there, Myeong brought me two glasses along with a small desk that could fit on the bed.

…two?

“Why are there two glasses?”

“I brought it because I thought it might be too lonely to eat alone.”

“Um… .”

I licked my lips, not because I was afraid of wasting the wine.

but.

“I shouldn’t be drinking alcohol anymore… .”

I’m worried that if I drink alcohol for no reason and realize how good it tastes, I’ll become a drunkard.

As the worry rose, his expression became subtle,

Moo-myeong took this in stride, smiled, and sat down on the bed.

“I drink pretty well.”

“What.”

A guy with no blood on his head has already tried alcohol?

My mouth fell open in shock.

but….

However, it is not possible to stop the kind-hearted disciple who brought a glass of alcohol out of concern for his teacher’s loneliness, like an old man who is behind the times.

“I’ll buy you a drink.”

He let out a deep sigh and naturally accepted the drink that Myeong-i offered.

… you follow along well.

It seems that his claim that he is good at drinking was not an empty promise, as he is properly catching and pouring alcohol.

Hold the bottle in your right hand and place your left hand on your chest.

-Chorus

When the glass was almost full of alcohol, he lifted the glass lightly and stopped the nameless man.

“Are you planning to send me away all at once?”

“Ahaha, wouldn’t that be me? No.”

Anonymous, with a cheerful smile,

He smiled at her and secretly sighed in relief.

However, it seems that the fact that he shows a naive side in some areas is not because he was drunk all day.

“Tsk, you just have one drink.”

“Yes, Master.”

The real drinking party has begun.

* * *

The correct form of a priest, or whether it is strange to have such feelings toward the Master.

I don’t really like that kind of talk.

Even if no one tells you, you know full well that it is wrong,

I’ve been thinking and worrying about it too.

But I don’t want to give up,

I enjoy spending time with my teacher.

“Hahaha! Follow me more!”

“Yes, Master.”

But sometimes.

Like, ‘Was it really okay for me to do what I’ve done so far?’

I have dreams that seem to embody my anxiety.

scary.

It’s so scary.

I know this is a messy and worst relationship,

I can’t guarantee that this relationship won’t end tomorrow.

Who knows when the Master will send me out and leave me to stand alone?

In fact, recently, the Master has been showing signs of trying to find a partner for me.

But sometimes I think about what if,

There are days when I fall asleep dreaming of a glimmer of hope for the future.

“I like my teacher.”

I like my teacher.

It is not ‘good’ as a teacher and student, that is, as a priest.

I love you.

I whisper this fact to my teacher while I’m drunk.

“Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

The teacher looked blank, as if he didn’t understand what I was saying.

He smiled nonchalantly and asked back.

“How are you, teacher?”

“Of course.”

Affirmative answer, Jooeki nods.

But I didn’t feel good.

Because I know.

The Master likes me as his disciple, not in the same sense as me.

I bit my lip slightly.

Is my wish really wrong? Is it too greedy?

I just want to hear one thing.

“…”

Even a passing remark is fine.

You can say it jokingly.

It doesn’t matter where you say that.

I just want to hear words with the same meaning as mine from the Master’s mouth someday.

“I really like our disciple.”

The bitter taste of alcohol is followed by the sweet scent of strawberries.