“Found? Me?”
“Does that mean that person came here because of me? Searching for me?”
I was looking at the handsome man in confusion. He approached slowly and said,
“I heard a rumor that an unbelievably beautiful angel with golden hair appeared in a tribe in the desert. I ran for days after hearing that rumor, but good thing I came.”
He grinned, scrunching his nose cutely.
What is this..? Does he really know me? But I was an angel who lived in heaven. How on earth do humans know about me?
As I was still keeping a guarded gaze on him, I noticed he had removed the mask that covered his face down to his chin.
Rich, flowing black hair cascaded down. He swept the hair covering his forehead with his hand. His cool facial features were refreshing and pleasing to look at. I couldn’t help but think that if God were a man, he might look like this.
And then it happened.
[Congratulations! “Must be Saved” Quest successful! The penalty of a time limit is removed.]
[Quest: ‘Raise Favorability’
Increase the favorability of the male protagonist ‘”Andrea Sloane” by 10 within a month.
Reward: Removal of Aphasia penalty
Penalty: Voice disappears]
[Quest automatically accepted!]
My eyes felt like they were going to pop out. I opened my mouth wide, reading the words of God. Since the time I first came to Sablum, God had never spoken to me. But now, as soon as this man, no, the male protagonist ‘Andrea Sloane,’ came, something like this happened.
“Are you surprised that I came to visit you?”
Andrea seemed to think the reason I was shocked was because of him. Unable to speak due to the muteness penalty, I just nodded my head.
According to God’s words, it seemed that if I raised this man’s favorability by 10, I would be able to speak again.
But “favorability”? It’s not like I dislike him, and raise his favorability by 10? Can favorability even be measured?
As I was thinking this, a long sentence floated above Andrea’s head.
[Andrea Sloane/Assassination Guild Leader/Secret Shadow/favorability 52]
Now my jaw was almost dropping to the floor. Information I had never seen above anyone else’s head was so vividly displayed.
I pointed my finger at the top of his head, as if to ask if he could see it too.
However, Andrea glanced behind him and then smiled bitterly. His eyelashes trembled pitifully, and his jewel-like eyes looked downward. In an instant, his face sank into sadness.
Why, why is he like this? Can he see it? Or can’t he?
Then Andrea opened his mouth.
“I didn’t come to catch Del. Just… if Del wants to escape from everyone, maybe I can help… Even though the Magic Tower Lord has no idea, the Crown Prince and the Archduke are almost close.”
What is he talking about? Escape from everyone? Magic Tower Lord? Crown Prince and Archduke? Aren’t they really high-ranking people?
While I blinked my eyes, he took a few steps closer. Now his handsome face was right in front of me. From him, the scent of desert sand and the refreshing smell of soap wafted. I quietly inhaled the unfamiliar fragrance.
“It’s dangerous here now. If you settle in one place for too long, you’ll be exposed. So, let’s go somewhere else. I’ll take you to a safer place.”
He spoke gently, blinking his eyes as if using a bewitching charm. The earnest plea of the handsome man was dangerous. I felt an inexplicable desire to grant anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to agree.
I was an angel of the desert. God sent me here for a reason. There must be a reason for sending me specifically to Sablum Village, not anywhere else. I had been quietly staying here, and Andrea Sloane, the male protagonist, came to me on his own.
And his words were wrong. This place was not at all dangerous. My daily routine included lying down, eating fruits brought by servants, and enjoying the fresh air. What could possibly be dangerous here?
I shook my head firmly. Then Andrea, who had been clinging to me like a begging puppy, slumped disappointedly.
It’s safe here.
I pointed to the inside of the house with my hand and then gracefully stroked my chest, hoping my message would be understood.
However, his expression became strange.
“Del, do you think a burp is going to come out?”
What!? A burp!? You crazy person! This place is safe, it’s a good place!
I gestured roughly, trying to convey my frustration, but he seemed completely unable to understand. He even tilted his head as if not understanding at all.
“Why not speak with words? Are you angry and don’t want to talk to me? Because I came to find you?”
I shook my head faster than before. And with both index fingers extended, I drew an X in front of my mouth.
I can’t speak.
It seemed that Andrea understood that part correctly. His face hardened instantly. Suddenly, he stuck his thumb into my mouth and opened it wide.
What, what!
I wanted to scream, but desperate gasps came out as my throat seems blocked. As wheezed and tried to pull his hand away, he pressed his thumb forcefully against my tongue.
“Uhgg.”
“Your tongue isn’t damaged. Why can’t you speak all of a sudden?”
His thumb ruthlessly explored inside my mouth. It was a swift, precise movement, like a doctor examining a patient, but my face was getting hotter and hotter.
The whole situation felt oddly strange. Just checking inside my mouth shouldn’t make my belly button feel itchy and hot.
After confirming that the inside of my mouth was fine, he withdrew his thumb. From his wet thumb, my saliva stretched out like a long thread. Despite finding it dirty, it strangely looked erotic. I quickly bent my head and wiped my mouth with my sleeve.
“Did you hurt your vocal cords?”
I shook my head again. If it were a vocal cord injury, my throat would hurt, but I only felt a tight sensation, not pain.
“Then…it might be a psychological problem.”
Andrea’s face darkened. I could read strong emotions such as anger, worry, sadness, pity, and regret from him. He seemed to be blaming himself for my muteness.
Why?
I pointed at Andrea with my index finger and then shook my hand.
It’s not because of you.
Upon hearing this, he looked very distressed.
“It’s because of me, after all.”
I said no!
I throw both hands in frustration. It felt like I was going crazy with frustration.
Wait, if I can’t speak, I can convey my thoughts through writing.
When I first arrived here, I couldn’t read human writing. God’s words were easy to understand, and I could naturally read the sentence floating above Andrea’s head. However, the letters in this world felt like tiny pictures. Perhaps the language of heaven and the language of the human world were completely different.
The tribe leader noticed my frustration with not being able to speak and arranged for a tutor. So, for three months, I diligently received lessons from a young man known as the scholar of Sablum. Thanks to him, I could now read and write to some extent, although it is not perfect.
I ran to my desk, grabbed paper and a pen, and quickly wrote down my thoughts. Andrea, understanding my intention, approached the desk.
[Unable to speak due to divine punishment. It’s not because of you!!??]
Although I knew my handwriting was crooked, and the spelling was clumsy, as long as the meaning got through, it was enough. I handed him the paper. Andrea, looking at the paper, widened his eyes. It seemed he was touched that an angel who descended from the sky could understand human writing.
“…Del, you’re really bad at writing.”
・・・・・・ He’s not moved.
I snatched the paper back and wrote again.
[If you raise favorability for me, I might be able to speak again. Ten more will be enough.]
“Favorability? More favorability of 10?”
Andrea, couldn’t comprehend God’s will. I gave him a generous smile.
[I’ll let you know when I figure it out. You just have to like me.]
Andrea looked at my paper but remained silent. His eyes fluttered violently. He hesitated, biting his lips, and finally spoke quietly.
“You know I like someone else, not you. Don’t say things like that.”
What? He likes someone else, not me? He’s my “male protagonist”, why?
I stared at Andrea with a shocked expression. He put the paper down on the desk.
“Let’s talk about it when we get out of here.”
“Found? Me?”
“Does that mean that person came here because of me? Searching for me?”
I was looking at the handsome man in confusion. He approached slowly and said,
“I heard a rumor that an unbelievably beautiful angel with golden hair appeared in a tribe in the desert. I ran for days after hearing that rumor, but good thing I came.”
He grinned, scrunching his nose cutely.
What is this..? Does he really know me? But I was an angel who lived in heaven. How on earth do humans know about me?
As I was still keeping a guarded gaze on him, I noticed he had removed the mask that covered his face down to his chin.
Rich, flowing black hair cascaded down. He swept the hair covering his forehead with his hand. His cool facial features were refreshing and pleasing to look at. I couldn’t help but think that if God were a man, he might look like this.
And then it happened.
[Congratulations! “Must be Saved” Quest successful! The penalty of a time limit is removed.]
[Quest: ‘Raise Favorability’
Increase the favorability of the male protagonist ‘”Andrea Sloane” by 10 within a month.
Reward: Removal of Aphasia penalty
Penalty: Voice disappears]
[Quest automatically accepted!]
My eyes felt like they were going to pop out. I opened my mouth wide, reading the words of God. Since the time I first came to Sablum, God had never spoken to me. But now, as soon as this man, no, the male protagonist ‘Andrea Sloane,’ came, something like this happened.
“Are you surprised that I came to visit you?”
Andrea seemed to think the reason I was shocked was because of him. Unable to speak due to the muteness penalty, I just nodded my head.
According to God’s words, it seemed that if I raised this man’s favorability by 10, I would be able to speak again.
But “favorability”? It’s not like I dislike him, and raise his favorability by 10? Can favorability even be measured?
As I was thinking this, a long sentence floated above Andrea’s head.
[Andrea Sloane/Assassination Guild Leader/Secret Shadow/favorability 52]
Now my jaw was almost dropping to the floor. Information I had never seen above anyone else’s head was so vividly displayed.
I pointed my finger at the top of his head, as if to ask if he could see it too.
However, Andrea glanced behind him and then smiled bitterly. His eyelashes trembled pitifully, and his jewel-like eyes looked downward. In an instant, his face sank into sadness.
Why, why is he like this? Can he see it? Or can’t he?
Then Andrea opened his mouth.
“I didn’t come to catch Del. Just… if Del wants to escape from everyone, maybe I can help… Even though the Magic Tower Lord has no idea, the Crown Prince and the Archduke are almost close.”
What is he talking about? Escape from everyone? Magic Tower Lord? Crown Prince and Archduke? Aren’t they really high-ranking people?
While I blinked my eyes, he took a few steps closer. Now his handsome face was right in front of me. From him, the scent of desert sand and the refreshing smell of soap wafted. I quietly inhaled the unfamiliar fragrance.
“It’s dangerous here now. If you settle in one place for too long, you’ll be exposed. So, let’s go somewhere else. I’ll take you to a safer place.”
He spoke gently, blinking his eyes as if using a bewitching charm. The earnest plea of the handsome man was dangerous. I felt an inexplicable desire to grant anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to agree.
I was an angel of the desert. God sent me here for a reason. There must be a reason for sending me specifically to Sablum Village, not anywhere else. I had been quietly staying here, and Andrea Sloane, the male protagonist, came to me on his own.
And his words were wrong. This place was not at all dangerous. My daily routine included lying down, eating fruits brought by servants, and enjoying the fresh air. What could possibly be dangerous here?
I shook my head firmly. Then Andrea, who had been clinging to me like a begging puppy, slumped disappointedly.
It’s safe here.
I pointed to the inside of the house with my hand and then gracefully stroked my chest, hoping my message would be understood.
However, his expression became strange.
“Del, do you think a burp is going to come out?”
What!? A burp!? You crazy person! This place is safe, it’s a good place!
I gestured roughly, trying to convey my frustration, but he seemed completely unable to understand. He even tilted his head as if not understanding at all.
“Why not speak with words? Are you angry and don’t want to talk to me? Because I came to find you?”
I shook my head faster than before. And with both index fingers extended, I drew an X in front of my mouth.
I can’t speak.
It seemed that Andrea understood that part correctly. His face hardened instantly. Suddenly, he stuck his thumb into my mouth and opened it wide.
What, what!
I wanted to scream, but desperate gasps came out as my throat seems blocked. As wheezed and tried to pull his hand away, he pressed his thumb forcefully against my tongue.
“Uhgg.”
“Your tongue isn’t damaged. Why can’t you speak all of a sudden?”
His thumb ruthlessly explored inside my mouth. It was a swift, precise movement, like a doctor examining a patient, but my face was getting hotter and hotter.
The whole situation felt oddly strange. Just checking inside my mouth shouldn’t make my belly button feel itchy and hot.
After confirming that the inside of my mouth was fine, he withdrew his thumb. From his wet thumb, my saliva stretched out like a long thread. Despite finding it dirty, it strangely looked erotic. I quickly bent my head and wiped my mouth with my sleeve.
“Did you hurt your vocal cords?”
I shook my head again. If it were a vocal cord injury, my throat would hurt, but I only felt a tight sensation, not pain.
“Then…it might be a psychological problem.”
Andrea’s face darkened. I could read strong emotions such as anger, worry, sadness, pity, and regret from him. He seemed to be blaming himself for my muteness.
Why?
I pointed at Andrea with my index finger and then shook my hand.
It’s not because of you.
Upon hearing this, he looked very distressed.
“It’s because of me, after all.”
I said no!
I throw both hands in frustration. It felt like I was going crazy with frustration.
Wait, if I can’t speak, I can convey my thoughts through writing.
When I first arrived here, I couldn’t read human writing. God’s words were easy to understand, and I could naturally read the sentence floating above Andrea’s head. However, the letters in this world felt like tiny pictures. Perhaps the language of heaven and the language of the human world were completely different.
The tribe leader noticed my frustration with not being able to speak and arranged for a tutor. So, for three months, I diligently received lessons from a young man known as the scholar of Sablum. Thanks to him, I could now read and write to some extent, although it is not perfect.
I ran to my desk, grabbed paper and a pen, and quickly wrote down my thoughts. Andrea, understanding my intention, approached the desk.
[Unable to speak due to divine punishment. It’s not because of you!!??]
Although I knew my handwriting was crooked, and the spelling was clumsy, as long as the meaning got through, it was enough. I handed him the paper. Andrea, looking at the paper, widened his eyes. It seemed he was touched that an angel who descended from the sky could understand human writing.
“…Del, you’re really bad at writing.”
・・・・・・ He’s not moved.
I snatched the paper back and wrote again.
[If you raise favorability for me, I might be able to speak again. Ten more will be enough.]
“Favorability? More favorability of 10?”
Andrea, couldn’t comprehend God’s will. I gave him a generous smile.
[I’ll let you know when I figure it out. You just have to like me.]
Andrea looked at my paper but remained silent. His eyes fluttered violently. He hesitated, biting his lips, and finally spoke quietly.
“You know I like someone else, not you. Don’t say things like that.”
What? He likes someone else, not me? He’s my “male protagonist”, why?
I stared at Andrea with a shocked expression. He put the paper down on the desk.
“Let’s talk about it when we get out of here.”
