47.Lorelei (2)
Well, greens don’t taste bad either.
After all, dressing is the best. Even grass without a taste head is somehow delicious.
While enjoying a satisfying meal in my own way, I quietly looked around the restaurant in a strange atmosphere.
Curious glances felt everywhere. I don’t think he’s particularly monitoring it… But why does that grandfather hold her mouth shut and shed tears every time he sees Karina muck?
Seo, the saintess ate in front of me… ! Is it the same?
Well, I thought I would have made a big fuss if a world star was eating nearby. Especially if it is a saint who goes beyond the world star level and is practically an idol in the world’s greatest religion.
“Priest Rowan?!”
…Ah.
I fell down.
I can feel why Karina didn’t want to talk. In the tumultuous restaurant atmosphere, she turned her head and looked at Karina. It’s pitiful.
It would be difficult to even eat if there were people like that all the time.
“Ahahahaha…I’ll come and see that priest.”
Karina smiled shyly and got up from her seat. I shifted more food into her bowl and watched Karina run to her priest. But is it okay to go? If you go any closer, won’t you go away with a heart attack? It doesn’t matter if you pour healing magic anyway…
“Leni Leni, why did that grandfather collapse?”
“Well, think about the first time you ate hydra snake meat.”
“It felt good!”
“That’s it. But I was blacked out because I liked you more than you.”
“Is that so?”
A custom description is appropriate.
I never thought Lenny would have this level of intellect. I looked at Lenny’s face at the unexpected appearance of Lenny, who was confused even with double-digit calculations. Lenny, feeling my gaze, turned her eyes and met hers with mine.
“What are you looking at?”
“…Nothing.”
“It’s boring.”
I like fluff. I hate unnecessary spectacle. I quietly put the grass in my mouth. Um, that’s sour What dressing is this made of? Shall I ask the chef later?
So our dinner ended peacefully. Although the number of people who fainted increased by one more.
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“John! Let’s go to the night market!”
“Milia. Look at the sky.”
What’s the point of a night market when the sun is above your head? Do they say day is night and night is day? Looking at Milia with her doubts, Milia tilted her head as if asking why, then dropped her head.
“Oh!”
“Be careful.”
I quickly picked up her hair and placed it on Milia’s neck, so no one could see. So why not wear a neck band on her. No matter how frustrating it is, you have to do what you have to do.
If you accidentally drop it in a place where there are people, there will be an uproar.
Of course, even if you get baptized with holy magic, you’ll only get healthy, so there’s no problem, but losing this comfortable life is a bit big.
Food is provided, rooms are provided, and money is overflowing by exchanging jewelry, so go out and enjoy a luxurious meal and enjoy the golden age of life, but it is not okay to lose it in an accident.
…It’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
Sometimes when I’m eating a high-end steak at a fancy restaurant, I miss the tangy texture of a plump caterpillar.
I wonder if I miss the uninhabited island sometimes when I am surrounded by stares because of my dining etiquette, slightly uncomfortable clothes, and the attention I receive because I am a member of the saintess’ company. When I was living, there were no such gems, but now that I’m here, I really miss it. Because the human heart is so deceitful.
I have no intention of going back.
People should live where there are people. If you live alone, you’ll go crazy. Just like I once lived talking to myself into the air.
“John? John?”
“What is it?”
“What is Karina doing now?”
“They will be held by people.”
Unlike us, Karina is a high-ranking person. Apparently, since the name of the saintess is the value of her name, it should be said that she has a mountain of people she wants to meet. Before leaving for the academy the day after tomorrow, she would be chatting with people or treating her, so it would be difficult to see her face.
“Is Karina popular?”
“She is originally popular because she is a saint.”
“But it looks annoying.”
“Right. Annoying So, there is nothing better than living thin and long for her.”
“Is it thin or long?”
“She lives unnoticed.”
In today’s society, where security is excellent and safety devices are in place, having a reputation here is synonymous with the fact that your life is at risk.
Think about it. This is a world where there are assassin guilds, bandits, hordes of goblins who rob small rural villages, and, crucially, a pseudo-religion that sacrifices people, even if you go out a little outside. In a world like this, being worthy of a name is just a delicious prey #1 if you don’t have certain power.
Only.
I don’t remember all the contents or settings of Survival Academy, but even if I remember sparsely, it’s not a peaceful world at all. The most obvious traitor route in my memory right now was the route of entering a pseudo-church that worships evil spirits after noticing that humanity has no chance of winning.
The good ending also felt like it was a good ending now, so it ended in a bad way because the darkness was not captured.
Perhaps the true ending has to catch up to that darkness… I guess.
Who was the Black Mage?
There are holes in my memory, but even at that time, I only have memories of spending hours in a keyboard battle over who was in the dark.
“…Well, it will work somehow.”
“Huh? What?”
“It’s just talking to myself.”
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“John really likes to talk to himself.”
“When you live alone, you have no one to talk to.”
“Then I’ll talk to you next to you!”
“Thank you.”
Really.
Milia held her head up, her hand on her side, as if to say something to me. I stroked his hair once in that mischievous pose, then turned my gaze to the window. The view of the city from the window is quite nice. Since this is a city, there are only houses made of bricks, so the house looks like that house, but it still has a lot of atmosphere.
A city on the coast of Europe felt exactly like this.
I’ve never been there, but all I’ve seen is the video.
“What, why don’t you talk to me? I’m ready to answer anything!”
“Did you finish your homework?”
“…That’s lethal.”
I didn’t.
You have to master at least the language to have the ingredients to enter the academy. Aren’t you supposed to communicate by text hundreds of years ago?
I said I was going to do my homework and looked at Milia’s back as she often disappeared, then looked out the window again.
It’s a great way to kill time.
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‘I’m tired.’
Karina smiled at the corner of her mouth as she remembered the thought she would never get out of her mouth for the seventh time.
Although I miss this situation of being surrounded by people all day when I was on an uninhabited island, on the contrary, being surrounded by people here gives me a contradictory feeling.
It was a feeling that started to settle in Karina’s heart little by little whenever she talked with people over the past few days.
“Lady Karina! Hello! I am…”
“Oh hey man, I’m first! Miss Karina!”
“Miss Karina!”
“Kari…”
Desperation, joy, awe, curiosity, lust. Numerous gazes focused on Karina’s body.
The saintess is a symbol of the world’s largest religion, the Calonism, and a person who conveys God’s will. She is a symbol of hope itself. It was the gazes she bore before she was cast adrift on her.
It must have been a familiar gaze.
… Until she gets caught adrift.
After she returned to the continent, feelings of frustration began to form in her heart. People are staring at your every move, so you can’t say a single word in vain, and your expression must always have a benevolent smile on your face.
Other expressions are not permitted. Because that’s a saint.
‘It wasn’t like this originally…’
Karina had no choice but to admit that she had changed inside her after all. Once she has tasted the sweet fruit, it is difficult for her to forget it.
But you can’t show it in front of people. Carina listened to the prayers of countless people and, as always, recited a plausible prayer.
“Kalon said…”
A prayer that causes drowsiness because it is so obvious.
But if the narrator is a saint, the story is different. Her countless people who had come to see her sat down and looked up at her in unison. Hundreds of people stared at her face, and she couldn’t make a mistake.
Karina recalled the contents of her prayer and recited the contents without difficulty.
With just that alone, countless people shed tears of emotion and eventually fainted.
Then, it was her routine to quietly escape with the help of other priests.
Of course, she believes that she will do the same today. Karina, who was reading her prayers without a doubt, shuddered at the sudden chill behind her.
‘There’s something behind it, but I can’t see it…’
Karina involuntarily turned her body slightly to the side. The least movement she could. Her movement saved her life.
Hooked.
“Miss Karina!”
‘It hurts…’
Karina’s delicate body collapsed at the sudden pain that came to her.
Her eyes are blurred by her excessive pain. Karina struggled even as she fell, trying not to frown at the pain she felt in her back. As she collapsed in a cold sweat all over her body, she looked behind her with her blurred eyes.
Who shot the arrow at me?
Who me…
Karina’s consciousness fell into darkness.