According to the words of God, Andrea Sloane is the male protagonist. He can remove my punishment. Also, Andrea Sloane knows the me before losing memory. In other words, he knows me when I was living as an angel in heaven. I’m not sure if Andrea Sloane is an angel or just a human but he was close enough to me that he came looking for me.
But you don’t like me? Does he like someone else and not me? How is that possible?
I quickly wrote on the paper
[You don’t like me? Do you like someone else?]
Andrea looked embarrassed as he read the paper.
“Del… Let’s talk about it while we go. Are you doing this because you’re angry with me?”
[Angry with you? I can’t even remember you.]
“….You don’t remember me?”
Andrea asked, staring at the paper. His eyes seemed to tremble slightly. I nodded my head and added.
[I suffer punishment from God. I lost my memory and can’t even speak. My hair is falling and my body is weak, I also have insomnia.]
Andrea, who was reading what I wrote, looked up at me. His complexion was very dark.
“For real?”
I nodded again. Andrea reached out and gently grabbed my hair to avoid hurting me. Even with his gentle grip, golden strands of hair were pulled out. Oh, my precious hair is all flying away.
Andrea looked at the hair in his grasp with astonished eyes.
“Is this… God’s punishment?”
[Are you really surprised? I am an angel who served God, but I fell as a fallen angel to Sablum]
Andrea’s expression changed strangely as he read my words. It seemed like a mix of frustration, and surprise. He let go of the paper and said.
“I need to meet the tribal chief of Sablum.”
***
Andrea went straight to the chief of Sablum.
The bald, middle-aged chief with bronzed skin and a bald head, was a warrior overflowing with masculine energy. Even after hearing that Andrea had defeated the guards set up for the desert’s angels, the chief greeted Andrea without a change in expression.
“What brings you, a weak citizen of the Melian Empire, to come all the way to the Desert?”
“Is it true that Del Narcissus lost his memory?”
Andrea asked bluntly. The chief laughed mockingly.
“How dare you mention the name of our angel so carelessly.”
“Stop talking nonsense and answer my question.”
Andrea smiled gently as he spoke. A cold and sharp energy emanated from his handsome face. The beautiful pink eyes that Del thought were like jewels looked eerie like they were stained with blood. The chief sat with his back straighter to avoid showing that he was overwhelmed by the opponent.
“Yes. The angel is currently undergoing God’s punishment. But at the same time, he brings infinite glory to our Sablum tribe.”
Smirking, Andrea walked towards the chief.
“Don’t talk nonsense. You’re probably the one who hopes Del is an angel. I heard you carried Del’s name on your back for fun.”
Andrea always kept a smiling face. He didn’t easily look down on others or use vulgar language.
From a young age, he had always been used to being beaten, insulted, or being treated as trash. The unnamed young slave who had no name in the slave market was used to such treatment. Even the treatment of the young slave who had been ignored by the slave market and thoughts that having no name was unbearable. But every time he was beaten or insulted or humiliated, he thought.
It would be nice if someone smiled at me. Call my name, say something nice, and sometimes give me a hug once in a while. If I become an adult, if I survive until then, I would smile at everyone. I will use polite language and nice words. I won’t swear, I won’t spit, and I’ll call names people’s names consistently.
Even after growing up and becoming stronger, that promise remained unchanged. He used honorifics and a smiling face with guild members, clients, and people he met on the street.
But sometimes there was trash that didn’t need to be treated that way. Those who were similar to those who treated Andrea poorly when he was young were such trash. People who deceive others, use them, just like objects or pawns.
The chief of this tribe seemed to be one of them, and Andrea’s instincts were telling him that.
“It’s an undeniable fact that our angel hears the word of God.”
“What is this so-called word of God?”
“Only the Angel can hear that.”
“Oh, so you’re convinced that Del, who is suffering from amnesia and can’t even speak, hears the word of God.”
Should I cut off this person’s tongue? Or perhaps cutting off limbs and leaving only the torso would be quite satisfying. Andrea calmly smiled while entertaining terrifying thoughts.
“To the eyes of those without faith, it might seem nothing serious. It doesn’t matter if you mock our belief in angels. However, if you try to harm the angel, I will do everything to stop you.”
“I could say the same to you.”
Andrea raised his index finger and pointed upwards.
“Whether Del came from heaven or sprouted from the ground, it doesn’t matter to me at all. There’s only one thing that matters to me. That Del is safe and secure. And you should earnestly wish for that too.”
With that, he stopped talking and left the chief’s house.
Whether the chief truly believed Del to be an angel or not, Andrea couldn’t be sure. However, what was clear was that they were using Del, no matter which side they were on. Andrea thought so.
He returned to Del’s residence. The guards who had attacked Andrea earlier, who seemed to have regained their senses, stood up, but they didn’t attack Andrea again. It seemed like the chief had said something.
However, these guards were both physically and mentally weak. If the Crown Prince or the Duke sent soldiers, or even without soldiers these guards would be helpless. Both of them were pretty strong.
When Andrea opened the door and entered, Del, who had been studying writing at the desk, jumped up. He handed over a paper, as if he had already written something in advance.
[What did the chief say? The chief is a good person. He treats me very well.]
Knowing that he had lost his memory, Del indeed seemed even more childlike than before. The crooked handwriting aside, the pure and unconditional trust towards people reminded Andrea of a child.
The tribal chief is using you. He’s only using the name of God to expand his territory. How else would I have heard rumors like ‘the war angel appeared in the desert’ all the way from the Melian Empire? Andrea wanted to say that.
[The chief gives me a house, teaches me writing, and always gives me delicious food. He calls me an angel all the time.]
So, please don’t treat the chief badly, that’s what Del was saying with his whole body.
[I don’t want to leave here. This is my home.]
Andrea smiled weakly. He had come to protect Del. For the sole reason of wanting to give Del the life he desired. However, Del wanted to live here.
If he wanted that, there was only one answer I could give to Del.
“Alright. Then stay here.”
A spark of life lit up in Del’s green eyes. His petal-like lips spread into a wide, quiet but sweet smile. His cheeks turned a faint pink, and even his excited breath quickened.
[Are we connected??]
Del excitedly scribbled the words. Andrea took the pen from his hand and corrected “connected” to “together”.
“Yes, we, together.”
***
From that day on, Del and Andrea started living together. The villagers, uneasy about Andrea sticking to the angel, somewhat reluctantly accepted the story that he was a new hired knight from a foreign country.
Except for the two guards in front of Del’s house, the chief dismissed everyone else. Andrea noticed that the two were there to monitor him but chose to ignore it. After all, the thought of running away with Del had completely disappeared. Andrea would do as Del wished, even if it meant lying in the cunning and sly hands of a conman.
“Del, don’t you want to take a walk? I want to explore the village.”
Andrea shook Del’s sleeve, speaking with a charming voice. Del opened his mouth wide and laughed. He nodded his head.
Del grabbed a small notebook and a pen before leaving the house. When Andrea stood beside him, he excitedly took out his notebook.
[Others always walk behind me, but Andrea likes to walk beside me.]
Andrea, who smiled at the lovely content, suddenly looked back at the notebook.
Andrea.
How does Del, who is said to have lost his memory, know how to spell his name correctly?
According to the words of God, Andrea Sloane is the male protagonist. He can remove my punishment. Also, Andrea Sloane knows the me before losing memory. In other words, he knows me when I was living as an angel in heaven. I’m not sure if Andrea Sloane is an angel or just a human but he was close enough to me that he came looking for me.
But you don’t like me? Does he like someone else and not me? How is that possible?
I quickly wrote on the paper
[You don’t like me? Do you like someone else?]
Andrea looked embarrassed as he read the paper.
“Del… Let’s talk about it while we go. Are you doing this because you’re angry with me?”
[Angry with you? I can’t even remember you.]
“….You don’t remember me?”
Andrea asked, staring at the paper. His eyes seemed to tremble slightly. I nodded my head and added.
[I suffer punishment from God. I lost my memory and can’t even speak. My hair is falling and my body is weak, I also have insomnia.]
Andrea, who was reading what I wrote, looked up at me. His complexion was very dark.
“For real?”
I nodded again. Andrea reached out and gently grabbed my hair to avoid hurting me. Even with his gentle grip, golden strands of hair were pulled out. Oh, my precious hair is all flying away.
Andrea looked at the hair in his grasp with astonished eyes.
“Is this… God’s punishment?”
[Are you really surprised? I am an angel who served God, but I fell as a fallen angel to Sablum]
Andrea’s expression changed strangely as he read my words. It seemed like a mix of frustration, and surprise. He let go of the paper and said.
“I need to meet the tribal chief of Sablum.”
***
Andrea went straight to the chief of Sablum.
The bald, middle-aged chief with bronzed skin and a bald head, was a warrior overflowing with masculine energy. Even after hearing that Andrea had defeated the guards set up for the desert’s angels, the chief greeted Andrea without a change in expression.
“What brings you, a weak citizen of the Melian Empire, to come all the way to the Desert?”
“Is it true that Del Narcissus lost his memory?”
Andrea asked bluntly. The chief laughed mockingly.
“How dare you mention the name of our angel so carelessly.”
“Stop talking nonsense and answer my question.”
Andrea smiled gently as he spoke. A cold and sharp energy emanated from his handsome face. The beautiful pink eyes that Del thought were like jewels looked eerie like they were stained with blood. The chief sat with his back straighter to avoid showing that he was overwhelmed by the opponent.
“Yes. The angel is currently undergoing God’s punishment. But at the same time, he brings infinite glory to our Sablum tribe.”
Smirking, Andrea walked towards the chief.
“Don’t talk nonsense. You’re probably the one who hopes Del is an angel. I heard you carried Del’s name on your back for fun.”
Andrea always kept a smiling face. He didn’t easily look down on others or use vulgar language.
From a young age, he had always been used to being beaten, insulted, or being treated as trash. The unnamed young slave who had no name in the slave market was used to such treatment. Even the treatment of the young slave who had been ignored by the slave market and thoughts that having no name was unbearable. But every time he was beaten or insulted or humiliated, he thought.
It would be nice if someone smiled at me. Call my name, say something nice, and sometimes give me a hug once in a while. If I become an adult, if I survive until then, I would smile at everyone. I will use polite language and nice words. I won’t swear, I won’t spit, and I’ll call names people’s names consistently.
Even after growing up and becoming stronger, that promise remained unchanged. He used honorifics and a smiling face with guild members, clients, and people he met on the street.
But sometimes there was trash that didn’t need to be treated that way. Those who were similar to those who treated Andrea poorly when he was young were such trash. People who deceive others, use them, just like objects or pawns.
The chief of this tribe seemed to be one of them, and Andrea’s instincts were telling him that.
“It’s an undeniable fact that our angel hears the word of God.”
“What is this so-called word of God?”
“Only the Angel can hear that.”
“Oh, so you’re convinced that Del, who is suffering from amnesia and can’t even speak, hears the word of God.”
Should I cut off this person’s tongue? Or perhaps cutting off limbs and leaving only the torso would be quite satisfying. Andrea calmly smiled while entertaining terrifying thoughts.
“To the eyes of those without faith, it might seem nothing serious. It doesn’t matter if you mock our belief in angels. However, if you try to harm the angel, I will do everything to stop you.”
“I could say the same to you.”
Andrea raised his index finger and pointed upwards.
“Whether Del came from heaven or sprouted from the ground, it doesn’t matter to me at all. There’s only one thing that matters to me. That Del is safe and secure. And you should earnestly wish for that too.”
With that, he stopped talking and left the chief’s house.
Whether the chief truly believed Del to be an angel or not, Andrea couldn’t be sure. However, what was clear was that they were using Del, no matter which side they were on. Andrea thought so.
He returned to Del’s residence. The guards who had attacked Andrea earlier, who seemed to have regained their senses, stood up, but they didn’t attack Andrea again. It seemed like the chief had said something.
However, these guards were both physically and mentally weak. If the Crown Prince or the Duke sent soldiers, or even without soldiers these guards would be helpless. Both of them were pretty strong.
When Andrea opened the door and entered, Del, who had been studying writing at the desk, jumped up. He handed over a paper, as if he had already written something in advance.
[What did the chief say? The chief is a good person. He treats me very well.]
Knowing that he had lost his memory, Del indeed seemed even more childlike than before. The crooked handwriting aside, the pure and unconditional trust towards people reminded Andrea of a child.
The tribal chief is using you. He’s only using the name of God to expand his territory. How else would I have heard rumors like ‘the war angel appeared in the desert’ all the way from the Melian Empire? Andrea wanted to say that.
[The chief gives me a house, teaches me writing, and always gives me delicious food. He calls me an angel all the time.]
So, please don’t treat the chief badly, that’s what Del was saying with his whole body.
[I don’t want to leave here. This is my home.]
Andrea smiled weakly. He had come to protect Del. For the sole reason of wanting to give Del the life he desired. However, Del wanted to live here.
If he wanted that, there was only one answer I could give to Del.
“Alright. Then stay here.”
A spark of life lit up in Del’s green eyes. His petal-like lips spread into a wide, quiet but sweet smile. His cheeks turned a faint pink, and even his excited breath quickened.
[Are we connected??]
Del excitedly scribbled the words. Andrea took the pen from his hand and corrected “connected” to “together”.
“Yes, we, together.”
***
From that day on, Del and Andrea started living together. The villagers, uneasy about Andrea sticking to the angel, somewhat reluctantly accepted the story that he was a new hired knight from a foreign country.
Except for the two guards in front of Del’s house, the chief dismissed everyone else. Andrea noticed that the two were there to monitor him but chose to ignore it. After all, the thought of running away with Del had completely disappeared. Andrea would do as Del wished, even if it meant lying in the cunning and sly hands of a conman.
“Del, don’t you want to take a walk? I want to explore the village.”
Andrea shook Del’s sleeve, speaking with a charming voice. Del opened his mouth wide and laughed. He nodded his head.
Del grabbed a small notebook and a pen before leaving the house. When Andrea stood beside him, he excitedly took out his notebook.
[Others always walk behind me, but Andrea likes to walk beside me.]
Andrea, who smiled at the lovely content, suddenly looked back at the notebook.
Andrea.
How does Del, who is said to have lost his memory, know how to spell his name correctly?
