113 – Storm – 7
In the lyrics of an old song, there is a line that says, “Why are sad premonitions never wrong?” I think these lyrics are very well written. According to my experience, a sad hunch actually holds true pretty well. Is this a perception when you wake up in the morning? If you want to, you’re late like a ghost, did you get caught after going to school? If you want to, you will be caught like a ghost. Is this more like a self-fulfilling prophecy than a sad premonition? Anyway, I don’t know if I only remember those things for no reason, but I think a sad hunch fits better than a good hunch. Yes, just like now.
The meal that seemed like an eternity was over. After a brief break, the afternoon swordsmanship classes resumed. Cordelia clung tightly to her princess, and she taught each of the basic knowledge she had learned, while I supervised the two from a step away. It’s a good director, but in fact, it’s safe to say that he was just blanking out. To put my concerns to shame, Cordelia’s education was particularly impeccable. As basic as it is, this was quite surprising.
At that time, Hestia suddenly got up from her seat and came towards me. Then she started to wander around me. I stared at her face, but she was desperate not to make eye contact with me. I got the conviction that Hestia was plotting something again from her awkward gaze.
In the first place, everyone looks suspicious. Not only the princess, but even Cordelia looked at Hestia with her wary eyes. But whether she knew it or not, her eccentricity did not stop. Even if you keep looking at her, she turns her head around, whistles, and whistles. It was completely incomprehensible to me, but there was even a sense of duty in her attitude.
And at some point, quite suddenly, she fell on my side. No, she said that she fell rather than fell? Did she jump in? I think something like that would be more appropriate. There’s nothing here to trip her feet, and she can trip her feet alone in the air and fall? The thought was over there. I moved my body reflexively.
“Wow!”
“Hestia!”
I snatched up Hestia, who was falling in an awkward position for anyone to see. I don’t know what the intention is, but I can’t let her dive right into her ground.
As I held her in her arms, I asked with her eyes what the hell she was going to do. Hestia spoke with an awkward expression and tone, as if she were a novice actress reading a script.
“It was really dangerous. Thank you for helping me.”
I need to correct it. It’s not ‘like’ a beginner actor reading a script, it’s just a beginner actor reading a script. She spoke in a voice that was loud and clear, as if everyone else was listening, but never sounded like a conversation. It feels more like a monologue than words spoken to me.
I’m glad she wasn’t hurt, so I took a long breath through her nose and carefully let go of Hestia. However, even after being released from me, her monologue continued to flow. It seems like he prepared a script or something in advance.
It’s great that you made up those long lines on the spot and memorized them all, but honestly, it was a bit hard to praise the quality. To add a bit of exaggeration, there is no separate Yongbieocheonga for me. Not only the princess who had bad feelings towards me in the first place, but also Cordelia… He was looking at Hestia with a smile on his face. I asked in a voice trembling with shame.
“Hestia, what are you doing right now?”
“Sorry, I was trying to help you three practice….”
No what the heck can you help me with? And now I’m not asking that. I pondered for a long time on what to answer to Hestia’s absurd answer.
“You really…, No.”
Hestia is not an idiot, and she must have a reason for suddenly acting like this. And she’s not the kind of person who would do anything to Hestia to harm me. I swallowed the many words that had risen to the top of my throat, and just left a short word.
“Because it’s dangerous, you better get away from it.”
Actually, she’s not even a three-year-old, and even though she’s a princess who’s never played sports while living right now, she’s just learning her sword and setting it up. In other words, he didn’t know what he was trying to do, but he wanted to get away from him. Even if it’s for me, it’s honestly a hindrance unless I know what it is. The uncomfortable thing was that it was enough for lunch earlier.
Hestia replied with a smile.
“Ah, it’s okay not to worry about that. I prepared everything in advance.”
She flicked her fingers gently, and a pale blue light swept through her body and disappeared. In an instant, the drug went up in a series of actions that were so natural. No, I’m not kidding anyone.
I raised my hand, then put it down again. I wanted to put a stick on my forehead, but it just seemed like my fingers would hurt. Now it’s probably not a night, so no matter where you get hit by a car, you won’t even get a scratch. She watched with a smile on her face as my middle finger and her thumb met to make an O shape and then carefully moved back down. Very confident, just.
But there are always gaps, so I gently put my hands on her cheeks. Her white skin allowed my hand to penetrate too easily.
“Mikhail… ?”
Hestia’s eyes were stained with bewilderment. A protective film like that is strong against strong external shocks, but it’s a national rule that it doesn’t react well to simple contact. In addition, while accepting the fall, I even confirmed it with my own two hands. I lightly put strength on her hands on her cheeks.
“Why is a person who is so smart that he even prepares in advance like this all of a sudden?”
“Kyaaak!”
I grabbed Hestia’s cheek and shook her wildly. Her soft skin stretched out on her. Her skin is also white, so it’s like glutinous rice cakes, and it’s subtly addictive. Of course she didn’t seem to think so. Hestia, whose normal pronunciation was impossible because I grabbed her cheek, let out a scream that was almost her babble.
“Come on ah ah ai!”
“Let go of this, Mikhail?”
Hestia nodded her head wildly at my amazing interpretation. I shook her cheek a couple more times before letting go of her hand. She raised the back of her hand to her face and rubbed it, as if to make sure her cheekbones were properly attached. Hestia looked at me and whimpered.
“It’s too much….”
It’s you guys who don’t say anything and suddenly bully me. I’ve always lost to Hestia, but this time I didn’t even bother. It’s not a bad intention, but I was offended that they were plotting something against me without saying a word to me.
Hestia, who had been looking at me a few more times with such a pitiful look, must have realized that she didn’t work right away. Since when did she know how to do such clever things…. My sins are deep
Feeling a little complicated and delicate, I turned to the two who were desperately waiting for the end of the situation. No, Cordelia was the only one who waited until she was exhausted, and the princess had a very disapproving face. I clapped my hands lightly to get their attention.
“Now, now. Let’s start over.”
“Huh? Uh…. Have to start over uh.”
Cordelia, who had been looking at me blankly for a moment, quickly shook her head, as if she had suddenly come to her senses at the sound of my applause. She alternately looked at me and Hestia, who was puffing out her cheeks behind me, as she walked towards me with frequent steps. She asked into my ear.
“But is it okay?”
‘It’s okay’ can have many meanings, but Cordelia’s question must mean that Hestia went away like that, so it’s okay. I could honestly be sure there would be no problem in that regard. I chinned in the direction of Hestia and Seol-ah. Cordelia’s gaze moved down my chin towards the two of them.
“No big deal.”
As if she had puffed up her cheeks, I couldn’t even find a pout from Hestia, who had become normal in that moment. I heard all the sound of my tongue clicking earlier, but I pretended to be pouting.
Seola and Hestia were whispering about what other plans they were planning instead. Cordelia nodded as if she understood.
And then, for a while, a brief peace followed. Without my grumpiness or Hestia and Seol-Ah’s unknown tricks, it was what I had originally planned.
Cordelia eagerly held on to her princess and she told her every single thing she knew. As for the impeccable teachings from before, and even looking at her now, she was a pretty good teacher.
Sometimes you see people who are devastatingly incompetent at teaching someone something. Most of those people just hit the person who learns their way, and if the person who learns doesn’t do it, no, why can’t they do this? I do not understand Cordelia was great in that respect. She didn’t even try to instill what she knew into her princess, and even if the princess wandered around, she could do that, she seemed to understand.
To be honest, the princess’s talent was rather destructive. She’s not on the good side, but on the bad side. It wasn’t simply a matter of whether or not she was talented with a sword, she just had a surprisingly poor talent for using her body. To be honest, I know that it’s funny to talk about talent after watching for a short time, no, not even for a day, but for half a day, but it’s not like that.
She didn’t intend to teach anything particularly difficult, and since it was a one-day experience anyway, she just wanted to show her posture and swing a few times and finish it in moderation. The problem is that Her Highness, the Princess, couldn’t even do the basics properly. The poisoning was also so strong that if I tried to pass it roughly, I wrote an evil that I would try to do it properly again. Thanks to this, the progress of the daily experience increased endlessly.
Thanks to that, my grumpiness has completely shrunk. My grumpiness, which had already been half dead at the sight of the princess gasping and running to the end, was finally put to death. Of course, even in the middle of this, he did not stop secretly despising me, but to be honest, I didn’t think anything of it. Holding onto the sword that seemed to be half of her body with her short body and trembling her limbs like a newborn calf, looking at her with contempt made her pity rather than annoyance.
And Cordelia, who didn’t look like that, eventually corrected that direction with her theory class. And Cordelia’s talent as an educator shined through in her theory classes as well. Even for a moment, she seemed to be her intellectual. Perhaps, in terms of classic RPGs, Cordelia is a type with high INT but low WIS. She seems to have a weakness for mana regeneration and magic resistance.
And the more perfect Cordelia’s lessons were, the less useful she was to me. When the two of them left for their own world and even had a meeting about whether I needed to be here, Seol-ah stood up. Like a runner who passed the baton, this time Seol-ah came over and started snooping around me. What is it, deja vu?
“Miss Lily? What, is there anything you want to say?”
“I want to hear from you too.”
It seems that the strategy has changed a bit this time, as if there was something learned earlier. It’s better than whistling like before and pretending not to know. I said in a slightly blunt tone.
“Are you bored?”
“Well, a little bit.”
Seol-ah shrugged her shoulders. A little bit, if that’s the case, why were you quiet earlier in the morning? She lightly brushed aside my silent protest and smiled broadly at Seol-ah and the princess staring at us from behind.
“Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry about this, it’s okay to do what you’ve been doing.”
Hestia isn’t enough, so now this girl is like this too. Please stop passing Mikhail. I forcefully grabbed Seol-Ah’s shoulders, and she asked in a weak voice that only she could hear.
“What is okay! What are you two doing right now?”
“Uh huh, stay still. Your wives are helping out.”
Seol-ah winked at one of her eyes.
“My son-in-law? The son-in-law I know and the man you know have different meanings? And who is my wife?!”
“You cannot become a great person if you obsess over such trivial things.”
“Stop talking nonsense!”
“Anyway! It’s all about wishing you well, so please cooperate a little.”
Wow, these guys are really, really bad.
I kept my mouth shut and didn’t answer. She seemed to understand my silence as an affirmation, but she couldn’t help it. No matter what happens, don’t respond. Never.