1.Saint Carina (1)
And soft. People are so soft No, is it because she’s a woman? I stare at her face as she faintly continues to breathe in my arms. Beautiful. I’ve never seen such a beautiful person up close in my life.
“Write. Is it good luck or bad luck?”
While holding her in his arms, he goes to her house and is lost in her thoughts. Naturally, I was thinking about a game called Survival Academy.
It’s been 10 years since I stopped playing games, but I remembered quite a bit about Survival Academy. Because there was nothing to do on a deserted island with no entertainment other than useless delusions or ruminations on pleasant memories.
Survival Academy was a game that was subject to quite a bit of rumination among them.
That’s true, because the time I possessed was when the game’s true ending DLC was updated and turned on. If you think about it, you should have noticed then. I didn’t even think of that after going through high school on an uninhabited island, let alone an academy.
The only thing around is the sea, the jungle, the dungeon in the middle of the island, the crazy things, and the monsters. The status window given to me was also suitable for a survival game.
The genres are completely different genres.
In the first place, in Survival Academy, there is no such thing as a survival system or a tentacle monster that pops out if you forget it in a dungeon. Survival Academy was an open-world RPG that enjoyed life in the academy, even though it sounded like a joke because of the difficulty level!
“Ah, should I write down everything I remember when I go back?”
It’s useless knowledge unless you get out of this deserted island, but if you can escape with Karina’s help, it will be very useful information. If you can escape.
…Can I?
It’s not like I didn’t try to escape. A whirlpool surrounds the island, and there is no way out of it by normal means. Seeing that the whirlpool is swirling 365 days a year, I guessed that I couldn’t get out unless I met some condition…
The condition is probably the dungeon in the center of this island. To be honest, there is nothing special about this island other than that. Monsters and beasts, except for the two monsters that divide the area into thirds with me, gossip.
After, let’s think about that part later. The only conclusion I have to think about now is vague speculation.
I’d rather spend my time thinking about Karina more profitably.
Karina… To be honest, if you ask me if there is a lot of information that comes to mind, it’s ambiguous.
First of all, there is no last name.
Is it the logic that a saintess is not a child of a human, so a surname is unnecessary? If she insisted on it, she would call her Karina Kalon after her name of the religion she belongs to, the Kalon religion, but it is rare to hear her. Because it was rarely called by name anyway.
Anyway, right before the story begins, Karina awakens as a saint and enters Calon Academy. And as she gets involved with the main character, her bittersweet school life… Is a complete struggle to protect the world from ruin in real time.
Why did it fail?
Thinking about it, I thought it was the true ending and I solved it with DLC, but I couldn’t do that. Anyway, I remember the story of preventing the invasion of the main enemy monsters and monsters, humanoid monsters with intelligence that lead them.
The final boss is different for each route, so it’s hard to make a quick decision right now.
Because Karina, who is now in my arms, appears as the final boss in a certain route. Of course, since that route is a traitor to humanity, I don’t have any intention of riding it.
In short, it means multiple endings.
“Why is my house so far away?”
The way home is a long way today. I didn’t carry a lot of luggage like usual, but the weight of a living person had a weight that couldn’t be expressed in words. Is it because of being a living person, especially a woman? That’s a beauty too
I’m a man too, but I can’t help but hum. However, if you can’t overcome the momentary lust and get valuable information and cooperation, that’s stupid. And with her help, you might be able to clear the dungeon in the center of this island.
A dungeon that has threatened my survival for 10 years.
Thinking that far, I saw a familiar front yard.
This is my home made by hand-stacking bricks.
I opened the door to her house with her foot and laid her on her bed. I feel sorry for her emaciated figure. Put new firewood in the brazier and light the embers. When the fire hidden in the ashes met the firewood, it began to grow in size little by little with a crackling sound.
“Ugh…”
I was staring blankly at the flames that ate up the air and swayed, then I looked up at Karina’s face when I heard a groan. Come to think of it, this wasn’t the time to bruise. I have to make porridge to feed the patient and take measures to take off the wet clothes so they don’t lose body heat.
I reached out to her body. As her fingers touched her clothes, the wet texture passed through her fingerprints. And I felt the soft skin like the downy of a kitten. My heart beat like crazy at the drug-like feeling that made me want to touch it again and again.
“What are you doing in front of a patient? Sick.”
If you don’t take care of it, even a saint is on the verge of entering a coffin.
Undress again. Fortunately, her clothes were relatively easy to remove, rather than unnecessarily complex dresses. Thanks to that, it didn’t take long to put all of her clothes on the clothesline.
“Can I not touch her underwear?”
Ah, talking to yourself. Living alone, the only thing that increases is talking to myself. Anyway, I covered her body with a blanket that I had retrieved from her boat that had washed up sometime and sat down in front of the fireplace. Now it’s time to make patient food.
Porridge is best, but there are no grains like wheat or rice on this uninhabited island. There should be only weeds, fish, and various meats and fruits that have been personally verified. After thinking about it, I decided to boil the grass and caterpillars in moderation.
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These are the most nutrient-dense foods available on the island.
“Write. I was gathering it to eat as a snack.”
I poured water into the pot, poured grass and caterpillars, and stared blankly at the pot, lost in thought.
What should I say to someone just waking up?
This is the first conversation in 10 years. At least I don’t want to be treated as a strange person. No, is it confirmed that I am a strange person when I live in a place like this? My head is dizzy. I scratch my head in frustration.
…When did I wash?
Since I have lived alone for 10 years, I have no choice but to pay less attention to hygiene. If you have water to wash with, it won’t be easy to wash where you have to drink. However, washing in seawater was not as good as not washing because the whole body was salted.
“I should shave.”
Your beard has grown to the size of a finger and covered your face, so I need to get rid of this at least. From the first impression, you can’t be treated as a native. I extinguished the fire with a poker to reduce the heat and headed for a small well in the backyard.
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[Miss Karina! Get in here!]
[Then what about Lenny?!]
[I have a way to survive on my own, so you have to go in quickly! The ship will sink soon!]
The agony that filled the stomach instead of air. People who are drowning in despair. Karina had no choice but to look at the terrible sight. She says that she is a saint, but she is nothing more than an insignificant girl in front of Mother Nature’s tyranny.
All she could do was put her hands together and pray in a small oak barrel.
‘Almighty Lord Calon. Have pity on us and have mercy…’
The barrel shakes. Her whirlpool, which had eaten her stomach, began frantically shaking her barrel, as if trying to get her out of it. In that dizzy hell, she endured by desperately reciting her prayers, but eventually lost her consciousness.
[Dear Calon…]
Every time she regained consciousness, she endured by eating the small amount of food in the oak barrel. With nothing more to eat and losing consciousness, she opened her eyes.
‘The ceiling…?’
It’s an unfamiliar ceiling. She blinked her eyes. The ship was caught in a whirlpool, and Karina, who tried to survive by entering an oak barrel, realized that she had been saved after quite a while.
“This is…”
She tries to get up, but her body won’t move. She has not been able to eat her food properly for a long time, and her body is in a state of weakness. If the divine power accumulated in her body hadn’t been desperately holding on to her lifeline, it wouldn’t have been strange if she had been found as a rotten corpse a long time ago.
In the end, all she can do is grasp the situation with her moving head and all five senses. Among them, the overly sensitive sense of smell smelled something appetizing.
“Bob…”
A savory smell. Turning her head to find the pot on the stove, Karina involuntarily swallowed her saliva. She has a delicious meal right in front of her eyes. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
‘I have to eat…!’
If you don’t eat, you die. Her instincts preyed on reason and began to move her body. She wriggled her body desperately to live. The hearth is close. If you move a little, a little bit, a meal that can fill your stomach awaits.
A slug named Saintess crawled in front of the furnace. I couldn’t slam her face into her brazier, so she leaned against her bed and raised her body up. She reached for her pot, shaking all over her body.
It was then.
“I need to boil some more, so wait.”
Karina turned her head to the owner of the voice behind her. Their eyes met, and Karina muttered involuntarily.
“Monster, monster?”
Disgusting monster freak.