Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

20 – A lull, and Chinpa.

The hills were no longer a threat.

She said she would deal with the menace down the hill – archers still undead – with a crossbow.

“You are resting now.”

Miss Prianian, who had been saying that, looked at me while loading the crossbow.

“Because this is what I have to do.”

“That is plagiarism. Miss Prianian.”

As someone who came from a world where you have to laugh without plagiarizing your laughter, half of her behavior was understandable.

Why only half?

If I don’t understand the behavior of a person who tells me to take a break and says he will do it for me, is that a person?

I don’t fully understand that, but then I’ll have to pick up a crossbow too. Because your conscience will prick you.

So you only understand half of it. Someone should have a judo.

***

Tung.

Kikkik.

Tung.

How many times did I have to look at the open grassland while listening to the sound of a crossbow coming from behind.

The wind blows for several times, but it is not cool at all.

Kikik.

My heart beats like crazy.

Tung.

“As usual.”

It was the same as usual.

The Battle of Yeongji There will be no youngster whose heart won’t beat like crazy while running.

I don’t f*cking want to feel this feeling, but it also means that I’m still normal.

All the bastards who couldn’t feel it hanged themselves.

So today I was normal.

When I thought about that, nothing happened.

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Standing up again, she continued to reload her crossbow as she approached her.

“Ms. Priyanian. You can stop shooting now-“

Tooung!

One unlucky spectator yelled. I heard her sending an encore to the bounced performance.

Miss Prianian finally lowered the crossbow when she saw the bolt go through his head, turned to me and asked.

“Yes?”

“I think you can take a break now, sit down and catch your breath.”

I can hear the sound of the wind caressing my ears better than the sound of metal from the battlefield.

There was no need for her to support me with sniping anymore.

Good. Miss Prianian leaned against the rock and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

She lowered her head for a moment, caught her breath, looked at me and asked.

“By the way, do guards these days take care of things like this?”

I was asking casually, but seeing the tails of his mouth was quite dubious.

“There is a saying. ‘Play the game while you can.'”

“I am surprised. Mr. G-House has such thoughts.”

“…What kind of perception was I in Miss Prianian for the whole day?”

“It’s a secret.”

But let me tell you that it’s not on the bad side.

Miss Priyanian said that as she inspected the crossbow.

I couldn’t read any emotion on her face.

“That’s it.”

That’s all I could say.

“Aren’t you asking more?”

“I don’t have the habit of asking other people’s secrets.”

“Then shall I inquire?”

Her expression changed instantly, and she pushed her face in front of her, grabbing her arms.

She was an unstoppable young lady.

“What is it?”

A curious Miss Prianian asked.

“It’s an F-class mercenary. As you already know, as you have already seen.”

“An F-ranker makes five mercenaries stir up trouble among themselves with his tongue?”

“As I said yesterday. I know how to mess around a little bit.”

She pointed down the hill.

“The results are vivid over there.”

I lifted my upper body for a moment and looked at their faces, then tried to forget their faces again and said.

“Seeing the flies attracting them, it is not vivid. They are the ones whose dream seats become ferocious, so it’s better not to look at them.”

“The guard is good.”

“I only do what I get paid for.”

Miss Priianian persistently asked.

“What did you do in the first place?”

I’m a slave.

I refrained from letting anything come out of my mouth.

“I forgot the past.”

“Aha. That way?”

Miss Prianian, who heard that, laughed heartily and folded her arms comically.

“‘I forgot the past, don’t ask.’ D. This is a very old-fashioned answer.”

“Then how do you answer these days?”

“Secret-“

I hurriedly raised her hand and stopped her from posing.

“Don’t put your index finger on your lips when you smile with your eyes wide open. Miss Prianian.”

“Why?”

“It’s just, it’s just because I’m nervous.”

“Hmm.”

She snorted as if she didn’t like her and did as I said.

Not even nice.

But she wasn’t nice. Rather obstinate

“Since you granted the request, you should be paid for it, right?”

The price was obvious. Because she started playing the truth game again.

After she sighed quietly, she offered to listen to her question.

“What else are you curious about?”

“What you were doing just now.”

A slender finger pointed at me.

“…Anyone who is good at matching people, or just matching people themselves, why is there so much greed?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

While saying that, she said as if looking at me.

“Should I know?”

“I’m curious.”

It was sticky. Not for adult use, but for all users.

“Because F-class was from slavery, speaking skills are different from swordsmanship. And just now, those five people went soft on your words.”

Something began to come out little by little from the mysterious black tar.

“I didn’t even stick a knife in their belly. So it is possible.”

“Even a highwayman does not carelessly stick a knife into a merchant’s stomach. But they are good at taking money.”

“The metaphor is wrong.”

“Mr. G-House. I thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“By the way, I don’t know if I should thank you.”

“I see.”

The tip of the blade was slightly exposed.

“I am not afraid under any circumstances, and I do not show any sign of trembling.”

No. I was trembling. He’s shaking

“Hwaran made you alone my guard. Guilford doesn’t even rebel against it.”

The young girl’s blue eyes opened little by little. I was quietly listening.

“At first I thought it was crazy. I’ll be honest. You are the first guard I met while working as a mercenary.”

It was something I had already heard from Guilford.

“Your beast hook is great.”

“Looking at your expression, you knew it.”

“Is there anything you don’t know?”

She went on with her words again.

“But you came up the hill, got a pretty good eye for positioning, made a trap with a mix of grass knots and bear traps, and even had a plan in case I failed the next day.”

“That’s why I’m called a joke.”

“I’m not kidding.”

“You must be serious. But one thing is for sure, I’m not trying to deceive Miss Prianian, I’m just doing what Huaruan told me to do.”

“I get that.”

The words were getting longer. It was a time when traffic control was necessary.

“I only take two questions. The first is that I want you to tell me what’s on your mind right now. What next?”

There was only one conclusion to this long discourse.

“What is your true identity?”

“Does the question end there?”

That’s why I changed my tone.

Because it was just before the bottom of the trust and understanding that had been built up through the 24-hour flat rate was showing.

She just looked at me. That’s right.

“First answer. You said you were curious about my inner thoughts.”

“Yes.”

She asked seriously. What are you taking so seriously with this?

“I will answer you.”

Miss Priyanian nodded, and I opened my mouth.

“I want to go and sleep.”

“…Yes?”

“‘I have to roast oats again when I go back to the house, damn.’, ‘When will the downstairs end?’, ‘Oh, the wind is cold. I want to be in front of the fireplace soon.'”

“Mr. G-House?”

Her made-up expression gradually collapsed, but I was telling the truth now.

He asked me to tell him ‘my heart’, so I just did it.

It’s just ‘my heart right now’ that I’m telling you.

“‘Gambison is broken, damn it. When will you rain again? I’ve picked up a thimble, so at least I won’t prick her hand.’, ‘I miss my mother. I wish you well.'”

The mask of her listening to my declaration of conscience shattered.

“Don’t play with me!”

Her pack, and she grabbed me by the collar and pulled her up in front of herself.

It was pulled so hard that Gambison, which had loose stitches, was torn apart with a bang.

That moment. All of mine illuminated only one.

And while I was speaking with the filter removed from my brain, I accidentally spit out the sincerity that came from within.

“Ah, that is f*cking pretty. How is this man It’s a doll.”

“…Yes?”

She was taken aback.

At the same time, me too.

“…f*ck.”

Certainly, I was a steamer. It’s also a very big steamer.

“……”

“……”

Her eyes widened and she quietly returned to where she was. Then she turned her head.

I heard a sound and decided to get up and move away a little further.

As I was walking, I looked back for a moment and saw Miss Prianian curled up.

f*cked. f*ck. How will you see your face in the future?

I went to the place where I was blank before and looked up at the sky. A familiar sound came.

It was my grandmother’s voice.

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-It’s a normal week, it’s a normal week. No matter where you go throughout your life, you are the one who must be especially careful of these three ends: the bottom, the fingertips, and the skewer. Be sure to keep in mind

-Watch out for the three ends! I’m waiting for a promise with my grandmother. Okay?

I remembered my grandmother’s request, who was always in awe.

It was only then that I finally returned to reality and realized it.

“Ah.”

I’m f*cked.

In this f*cking reality, I just let out a sigh.

Grandma, I believe you.

You are the Prophet.