Chapter 129
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Does your foot get chopped by the ax you trusted in? (4) – unedited
The Saint shouted, still holding the book at her chest.
“You said you don’t love Kayle. What’s the situation now?”
Huh? I think the focus is wrong here.
“… I never said anything like that.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything when I confessed my feelings for Kayle?”
The first time I had a conversation with her Saint, she said if I liked ‘Kayle’. So, the Saint’s question now is, why didn’t I say, ‘Actually, I love him too’?
“That’s…….”
That’s… I looked at Merson.
I had never thought of relating him to the word ‘love’ after living together for nearly three years. Even so, it was natural to kiss him, I was used to him looking only at me, and it was my daily life that I cared for him terribly.
What is love? Do I love Merson?
It was a short time, but tens of thousands of thoughts crossed my mind. Then, when the calming red eyes looked at me, the answer came easily.
“Because I don’t love Kayle.”
The Saint seemed to hesitate at my determined tone, but the Saint asked again aggressively.
“You’re still lying to the end.”
“I am not lying. I don’t love Kayle. No, I can’t.”
Demon King Kaylehartz. When I was a reader of the novel, I was a fan, yet my fantasy collapsed the moment I actually met him.
How can I love him who mercilessly cut off human life with a single finger in the middle of a pool of blood. He, who also tried to inflict terrible pain with blood gushing out of his body?
To me, ‘Kayle’ is a person who cannot be associated with love at all.
But there was a man whose face, physique, and hair matched every single strand of him, that I loved enough to say. Merson. He’s delicate, affectionate, and sometimes mischievous, but he’s soft on the inside.
I looped one of Merson’s fingers, which radiated warmth beside me.
Even if I tried to shake it off, I could not forcibly push Merson, who was so strong. All I could do was keep an eye on the saint.
The saint is on the verge of fainting. Oh? Finally, she buried her face in the heavenly deity’s arms and started to cry silently.
How did I know she was crying when there was no sound? Her shoulders visibly moved as if they were a little exaggerated, but I couldn’t just pretend I didn’t know…….
A more serious problem than that was that the expression on the heavenly deity’s face was getting more stern than before. An ominous feeling pervades my whole body from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair. Like a wild beast facing its prey, he seemed to be crouching for a moment and waiting for an opportunity.
I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, fearing that if I showed that I had sensed danger prematurely, it would lead to an irreversible situation like a trigger had been pulled. Of course, it didn’t go my way.
“Merson, usshdi umussphir ebid srang (Merson, isn’t the atmosphere a bit strange)?”
My lips were as still as possible, and I tried to whisper low enough for only Merson to hear. I scratched the back of his hand with my interlocked thumb and told him to get out of here immediately.
“Erina, I can’t hear you well. Please speak a little louder.”
… Can’t you see my efforts?
Merson shouted loudly and demanded that I speak up. If I can get out of here safely today, I’ll have to give Merson some sense training.
“What, what?! I didn’t say anything.”
“No. I heard you clearly Erina…….”
“Wow! It seems like it’s too late, so shall we go back now? The saint looks very tired too.”
The ominous air was getting thicker and thicker. So much so that my skin tingle.
I grabbed Merson’s hand and pulled him toward the door. My body had already turned halfway and was facing the door, leaving only my hands behind my back. I felt the weight of Merson down my arm because he doesn’t follow easily.
“The talk isn’t over yet.”
Screech–
My feet, which had been struggling to get even one step away from this room, became frozen as if they had lost their will. At some point, fear dominated my head enough to forget the thought of going out at the heavenly deity’s cold voice who came to my side and whispered to me.
Wanting to lean on him, I pulled Merson’s hand a little closer to mine. But I don’t feel the weight.
No, I can feel it, but it is insignificant. As if his body had disappeared. Not only that, but the fingers that had been tightly gripping my hand loosened as if they had lost their strength, and the weight was shifted downward.
“Merson?”
I held onto his hand, which was about to fall down, and looked back. and I… let go of his hand
“KYAAAHH! MERSON!!”
There was enough blood on the floor to wet the soles of my shoes. And Merson’s arm, which had been severed at once, also rolled over it.
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Does your foot get chopped by the ax you trusted in? (4) – unedited
The Saint shouted, still holding the book at her chest.
“You said you don’t love Kayle. What’s the situation now?”
Huh? I think the focus is wrong here.
“… I never said anything like that.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything when I confessed my feelings for Kayle?”
The first time I had a conversation with her Saint, she said if I liked ‘Kayle’. So, the Saint’s question now is, why didn’t I say, ‘Actually, I love him too’?
“That’s…….”
That’s… I looked at Merson.
I had never thought of relating him to the word ‘love’ after living together for nearly three years. Even so, it was natural to kiss him, I was used to him looking only at me, and it was my daily life that I cared for him terribly.
What is love? Do I love Merson?
It was a short time, but tens of thousands of thoughts crossed my mind. Then, when the calming red eyes looked at me, the answer came easily.
“Because I don’t love Kayle.”
The Saint seemed to hesitate at my determined tone, but the Saint asked again aggressively.
“You’re still lying to the end.”
“I am not lying. I don’t love Kayle. No, I can’t.”
Demon King Kaylehartz. When I was a reader of the novel, I was a fan, yet my fantasy collapsed the moment I actually met him.
How can I love him who mercilessly cut off human life with a single finger in the middle of a pool of blood. He, who also tried to inflict terrible pain with blood gushing out of his body?
To me, ‘Kayle’ is a person who cannot be associated with love at all.
But there was a man whose face, physique, and hair matched every single strand of him, that I loved enough to say. Merson. He’s delicate, affectionate, and sometimes mischievous, but he’s soft on the inside.
I looped one of Merson’s fingers, which radiated warmth beside me.
Even if I tried to shake it off, I could not forcibly push Merson, who was so strong. All I could do was keep an eye on the saint.
The saint is on the verge of fainting. Oh? Finally, she buried her face in the heavenly deity’s arms and started to cry silently.
How did I know she was crying when there was no sound? Her shoulders visibly moved as if they were a little exaggerated, but I couldn’t just pretend I didn’t know…….
A more serious problem than that was that the expression on the heavenly deity’s face was getting more stern than before. An ominous feeling pervades my whole body from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair. Like a wild beast facing its prey, he seemed to be crouching for a moment and waiting for an opportunity.
I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, fearing that if I showed that I had sensed danger prematurely, it would lead to an irreversible situation like a trigger had been pulled. Of course, it didn’t go my way.
“Merson, usshdi umussphir ebid srang (Merson, isn’t the atmosphere a bit strange)?”
My lips were as still as possible, and I tried to whisper low enough for only Merson to hear. I scratched the back of his hand with my interlocked thumb and told him to get out of here immediately.
“Erina, I can’t hear you well. Please speak a little louder.”
… Can’t you see my efforts?
Merson shouted loudly and demanded that I speak up. If I can get out of here safely today, I’ll have to give Merson some sense training.
“What, what?! I didn’t say anything.”
“No. I heard you clearly Erina…….”
“Wow! It seems like it’s too late, so shall we go back now? The saint looks very tired too.”
The ominous air was getting thicker and thicker. So much so that my skin tingle.
I grabbed Merson’s hand and pulled him toward the door. My body had already turned halfway and was facing the door, leaving only my hands behind my back. I felt the weight of Merson down my arm because he doesn’t follow easily.
“The talk isn’t over yet.”
Screech–
My feet, which had been struggling to get even one step away from this room, became frozen as if they had lost their will. At some point, fear dominated my head enough to forget the thought of going out at the heavenly deity’s cold voice who came to my side and whispered to me.
Wanting to lean on him, I pulled Merson’s hand a little closer to mine. But I don’t feel the weight.
No, I can feel it, but it is insignificant. As if his body had disappeared. Not only that, but the fingers that had been tightly gripping my hand loosened as if they had lost their strength, and the weight was shifted downward.
“Merson?”
I held onto his hand, which was about to fall down, and looked back. and I… let go of his hand
“KYAAAHH! MERSON!!”
There was enough blood on the floor to wet the soles of my shoes. And Merson’s arm, which had been severed at once, also rolled over it.
Does your foot get chopped by the ax you trusted in? 4 uneditedThe Saint shouted, still holding the book at her chest.You said you don't love Kayle. What's the situation now?Huh? I think the focus is wrong here. I never said anything like that.Then why didn't you say anything when I confessed my feelings for Kayle?The first time I had a conversation with her Saint, she said if I liked Kayle'. So, the Saint's question now is, why didn't I say, Actually, I love him too'?That's.That's I looked at Merson.I had never thought of relating him to the word love' after living together for nearly three years. Even so, it was natural to kiss him, I was used to him looking only at me, and it was my daily life that I cared for him terribly.What is love? Do I love Merson?It was a short time, but tens of thousands of thoughts crossed my mind. Then, when the calming red eyes looked at me, the answer came easily.Because I don't love Kayle.The Saint seemed to hesitate at my determined tone, but the Saint asked again aggressively.You're still lying to the end.I am not lying. I don't love Kayle. No, I can't.Demon King Kaylehartz. When I was a reader of the novel, I was a fan, yet my fantasy collapsed the moment I actually met him.How can I love him who mercilessly cut off human life with a single finger in the middle of a pool of blood. He, who also tried to inflict terrible pain with blood gushing out of his body?To me, Kayle' is a person who cannot be associated with love at all.But there was a man whose face, physique, and hair matched every single strand of him, that I loved enough to say. Merson. He's delicate, affectionate, and sometimes mischievous, but he's soft on the inside.I looped one of Merson's fingers, which radiated warmth beside me.Even if I tried to shake it off, I could not forcibly push Merson, who was so strong. All I could do was keep an eye on the saint.The saint is on the verge of fainting. Oh? Finally, she buried her face in the heavenly deity's arms and started to cry silently.How did I know she was crying when there was no sound? Her shoulders visibly moved as if they were a little exaggerated, but I couldn't just pretend I didn't know.A more serious problem than that was that the expression on the heavenly deity's face was getting more stern than before. An ominous feeling pervades my whole body from the tips of my toes to the tips of my hair. Like a wild beast facing its prey, he seemed to be crouching for a moment and waiting for an opportunity.I tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, fearing that if I showed that I had sensed danger prematurely, it would lead to an irreversible situation like a trigger had been pulled. Of course, it didn't go my way.Merson,usshdi umussphir ebid srangMerson, isn't the atmosphere a bit strange?My lips were as still as possible, and I tried to whisper low enough for only Merson to hear. I scratched the back of his hand with my interlocked thumb and told him to get out of here immediately.Erina, I can't hear you well. Please speak a little louder. Can't you see my efforts?Merson shouted loudly and demanded that I speak up. If I can get out of here safely today, I'll have to give Merson some sense training.What, what?! I didn't say anything.No. I heard you clearly Erina.Wow! It seems like it's too late, so shall we go back now? The saint looks very tired too.The ominous air was getting thicker and thicker. So much so that my skin tingle.I grabbed Merson's hand and pulled him toward the door. My body had already turned halfway and was facing the door, leaving only my hands behind my back. I felt the weight of Merson down my arm because he doesn't follow easily.The talk isn't over yet.ScreechMy feet, which had been struggling to get even one step away from this room, became frozen as if they had lost their will. At some point, fear dominated my head enough to forget the thought of going out at the heavenly deity's cold voice who came to my side and whispered to me.Wanting to lean on him, I pulled Merson's hand a little closer to mine. But I don't feel the weight.No, I can feel it, but it is insignificant. As if his body had disappeared. Not only that, but the fingers that had been tightly gripping my hand loosened as if they had lost their strength, and the weight was shifted downward.Merson?I held onto his hand, which was about to fall down, and looked back. and I let go of his handKYAAAHH! MERSON!!There was enough blood on the floor to wet the soles of my shoes. And Merson's arm, which had been severed at once, also rolled over it.
