Living as an Unemployed in Another World

Chapter 84

84 – Interlude – 2

Is there anyone who doesn’t like flowers?

The man always had questions. No matter how much money he is, there is always an ugly part in living things, but he felt that only flowers were always beautiful.

It blooms and fades. There was no moment that was not beautiful in the cycle of repetition. Even if it was buried in mud, its leaves shone blue, and even if it was soaked in blood, only the flowers took the crimson as their own.

Although he was neither a naive village girl nor an educated lady, the man liked flowers. He did not step on the wild flowers if they were in bloom, and he did not dare to set foot in the flower fields that were in full bloom. Even if the next day’s storm swept away everything, he never treated them lightly.

Why is he so moved by those lives? Today’s walk was nothing more than a small deviation from a broken heart for that very reason. Without informing anyone, he would occasionally walk aimlessly down the street like this. Wherever you go, there are well-maintained roads, and if you pass by sights lined with stylish buildings…… Suddenly, there was a place to arrive.

If you want to ask about flowers, you can go to the gardener, but the person he wants to meet is not a person who does such a thing. Of course, the place he headed to was also the mansion of a great nobleman. Nor was it the headquarters of the doctrine.

He stopped in front of a building built of dark bricks, but faded and stained white. The place he found was a monastery. It’s the same in that it worships the god of order, but as long as it’s headquartered in the royal capital, it’s a place where people don’t find many things to do. He had a special love for this place where he was alone and growing old with the years.

The colorful flowers blooming in the garden are certainly beautiful, but you have to appreciate them in vain and ostentatiously surrounded by many nobles. On the other hand, the flowers that bloomed on one side of the yard of the monastery here always gave a natural pleasure.

I didn’t pull out the roots beforehand because it was a flower that withered in autumn, and I didn’t plant it later because it was a flower that bloomed in spring. It was the season to be there. He stood still where he entered without permission, admiring the little garden, then turned his head when he felt a presence.

“It’s been a while.”

“Father.”

The man made a small sign of the cross. He did not swear by God, but he did not wear out calloused hands because he was so polite. The old man, aged closer to 60, no, 70, smiled benignly through his wrinkled face.

The two sat facing each other at an outdoor table. Looking around, all I could see were bare trees with fallen leaves, so there was no religious color at all. If there was a priest, it wouldn’t be difficult to maintain the same scenery all year round through spells. The bride always greeted him in a serene landscape.

“Has it been one year? You’ve grown more dignified than I’ve seen.”

“The priest is unchanging.”

“There must be no corner to get older. It is a blessing that I can still move on my own.”

The bride smiled without pretense, but the man couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Contrary to his expression of being dignified, his face was gradually losing its vitality.

Unlike the bride, the man’s face was not the kind that could identify his age. He looked like he was in his teens, he looked like he was in his 20s, he also looked like he was in his 30s. Had he grown a beard he would have looked even better. Curly hair, which was supposed to be blond, was already gray and shiny.

However, the strong muscles that push up the clothes from the bottom to the top stood out even more in contrast to the transcendent appearance. An aged atmosphere and a young body, both of which men cannot coexist.

“This place, too, seems unchanged. I don’t dare to say something about a subject I haven’t seen often.”

“No, just remembering is enough. So…… What are you curious about today?”

“Ah.”

It’s like this again. The man smiled bitterly. Even though the relationship has been going on for more than 10 years, the old man never noticed the man. Anyone who lives in the royal capital is bound to lower their gaze in front of him at least once, but the helpless old man urged him today to confess his true feelings.

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Not only that. If you’re in a relationship that’s been going on for 10 years or more, you usually know everything about each other inside out. However, the two never talked about themselves. I don’t try to hide it, but I don’t even bother asking. People with different backgrounds, ages, and even the environment in which they live. All that difference made him rather comfortable. That’s probably why he came here again. The man mustered up the courage to open his mouth.

“That…… Flowers.”

“A flower?”

“Yes, that…… Why are flowers always so beautiful…… That’s what worries me too.”

Well, he groaned and blinked his eyes. The man wanted to shove his face into his pit. It wasn’t a question that a man who suddenly appeared without contact could ask. He knew her shame too. The priest stared at him without even breathing as if time had stopped, and then gave an answer.

“Yeah, it must be because it doesn’t move.”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever thought that flower petals wriggle like tentacles? No, maybe you’ve already met such a monster. Do you feel the beauty in them too?”

“… ….”

The man frowned as he tried to imagine and retrace his memory. Indeed, it was as he said. However, it was not a satisfactory answer.

“This is just an old man’s guess, but you are living a life too close to life. Isn’t it because you feel aesthetics in things that are not obsessed with life?”

“…… Ah.”

The man exclaimed. Indeed, he was right to come here. Now it feels like the stuffiness that has occupied a corner of his heart has been released. He said with a smile.

“As expected, it was good to find the priest.”

“This is too much praise. It would be great if it was helpful.”

“And…… Is the child okay? The child the priest adopted as his adopted daughter.”

As the man carefully asked, the bride put on the softest smile she had ever made. The smile was so full of energy that it was hard to believe it belonged to an old man full of wrinkles.

“Yes. I am currently residing in a church. Even now, I still send letters from time to time.”

“That’s good. Even when we first met…….”

The man smiled casually as he recalled his old days, then suddenly stopped talking and looked back at him.

Likewise, a woman stood on the faded stone wall of the monastery. She is

She is unlike the man, she is a beautiful beauty with her radiant blonde hair hanging down in a braid.

Her limbs, exposed despite her cold weather, are full of traces of long training, especially from below her elbows, full of all kinds of scars. With a gauntlet of cool-colored metal in one of her hands, the woman nodded her chin at the man who gaped her mouth blankly.

He didn’t show his dislike or sigh. He just dragged his chair a little and stood up. The priest asked.

“Are you leaving?”

“I have to go.”

Isn’t your colleague calling you? The man laughed casually. He buckled the sword that had been leaning casually on his table and pushed back his own chair.

“Father. Be careful.”

“Yes?”

“Actually, rather than asking about my concerns, I came here to tell you this.”

The man put his hand on his waist and said to the bride whose eyelids twitched as if she didn’t understand the English language.

“The movement of heretics in the fortress is unusual. There are also stories of a lich appearing in the east. It is a confusing time in many ways.”

“… ….”

“After the execution of the Count and the succession to the title, it is possible that they are plotting among themselves, seeing as there has been no request from the cathedral recently. If the situation arises, that hand might reach out to innocent people like the priest.”

“…… To my shame, I’m a bit less bright with their scrutiny.”

“Is that so?”

The man smiled. The priest laughed and added one more word.

“Above all, as long as my daughter is there, I have no choice but to trust them. As a fellow believer.”

“I guess so.”

There was no further conversation. The story that followed continued through the mouth of a woman who appeared like a picture and took the man away.

“What are you talking about? With that priest.”

“Well. I do not know either.”

“What is that?”

Contrary to her gorgeous beauty, the woman smiled lightly and the man agreed.

The conversations they had were always like that.

“I don’t know. As always.”