How a Hero Lives as a Writer

113 – Battle of the losers’ nerves (3)

The workshop I asked for Pokéball equipment urgently established a new line that only handles Pokeball equipment.

Anyway, it seems that they too heard the gossip and noticed how things were going.

Thanks to that, I was able to get 2 additional sets of unscheduled Pokéball equipment.

So, as promised, the first set was sent to Helena’s Cradle of Stars.

“Then I’m going to the cathedral, and maybe there will be another awkward situation, so let’s play pool here. You know the rules, right?”

“Yes. I know, so go.”

Helena-sama was still cold-hearted, but she was sure that after today, she would call me up and ask me to play pool with her.

This is 100 percent.

I got out of the cradle of stars and prepared to head for the cathedral again.

… Now, should I hand over the remaining 1 set to the church?

There are quite a few family members in my house now.

Guards standing guard, servants in charge of daily life.

For them to enjoy themselves, one or two sets of billiard tables are not enough.

That’s why I’ve placed an additional order, and it’s easy to get equipment because I’m the person with the highest priority.

So I wonder if it would be okay to yield to the cathedral.

I plan to send it to the monastery, but if I don’t send it to the cathedral, it will be a little complicated in the Holy Land, so this would be correct.

Okay, let’s do that.

I called a servant and instructed him to move the billiard table to the church, and headed toward the church.

Arriving at the church, I decided to finish the service as usual and talk to the priest in the reception room.

The priest seemed to have been waiting for me to die of thirst, but it seemed he was trying to tell a story about those who left to investigate the primordial village.

“It is said that those who left for the Land of Beginning safely crossed the border of Brutat Kingdom.”

The Kingdom of Brutat is as remote as Ochlia.

Overcoming it means that the expedition has finally headed for the wild land.

“Is food and communication all right?”

“Yes. Both are fine. I guess we just have to wait for contact from now on.”

The priest started to get hot as if he couldn’t wait for that moment.

It was something I had heard anyway, so I had a strong feeling, but when the story of the Seventh Tale started to come out of his mouth, I started to get excited too.

“The Tale of His Majesty Julius will be released soon. Ah… I am really looking forward to it.”

Honestly, the moving story of the first hero is great, but there is something about the 2nd hero’s domineering figure that touches a man’s heart.

Because every man dreams of becoming the strongest man on earth at least once.

The majestic appearance of the two generations makes me feel a little regretful about the expression tyrant.

You pulled out a lot of famous scenes.

The scene where the flattering vassal was told to pull out his tongue if he wanted to keep the lifeline long.

The scene where he cut off the head of a trespasser who had been urging reconciliation with the promise of wealth and honor, saying that reincarnation would be faster than reincarnation.

The scene where he glared at the king, who told him not to act arbitrarily in another country, no matter how brave he was, as long as he was the king of one country, and told him to kneel before the authority of God.

… At the end, there was a dirty scene where the king passed out while urinating, but I felt the force close to the realm of God, not the realm of humans.

If you think about it, heroes in mythology sometimes come out with the attribute of a demigod.

Perhaps the second generation of the overlord and tyrant was also a being with the blood of a god?

We talked for quite a long time because even people who are reluctant to share common interests can make the story longer.

The priest, who had been talking for a long time, seemed to be moderately satisfied, and left after saying that God’s blessings would be with me.

Then Theresa entered the waiting room as if she had been waiting for this moment.

“Meet the representative of God.”

“Long time no see, Teresa.”

Um… ?

Theresa smelled strangely sweet and elegant.

Ah, this is the perfume I gave you as a gift.

I never expected to use it.

Teresa reached for my cup after checking that the cup in front of me was empty.

“Wait a minute.”

“Um.”

Even though he almost touched his hand, Teresa did not flinch his hand.

He is a guy who is extremely reluctant to come into contact with me.

I stared blankly at Theresa as she brewed tea with her back to me.

Has there been a change of heart?

Percussion.

Teresa set the teacup in front of me, still unconcerned.

I decided to take a leisurely sip of the tea Teresa had served and check her complexion.

Teresa has changed.

She would usually startle and shake her shoulders involuntarily when it was just the two of us drinking tea.

At first, as if there was an invisible wall on his back, his back, which had been erected upright, gradually collapsed and showed a servile appearance.

It was the movement of the victim as if he had succumbed to violence.

But it was different now.

It’s a confident look that reminds me of the first time we met.

The saintess who once shook my heart, even for a moment, has descended here.

What the hell is this all about?

“Is tea good for you?”

“Yes, I think the flavor is well brewed.”

“That’s very fortunate.”

With Teresa’s attitude like that, she can’t speak as harshly as she used to.

Did something happen?

“I heard rumors that she comes to the academy every week. Is it true?”

“It happened that way.”

“May I ask why?”

“A large number of invitations have arrived. It’s hard to accept all invitations, and it’s hard to refuse.”

“Ah….”

Theresa gave a small nod of her head as if she understood the situation I was in.

If she wasn’t swallowed up by fear, how much would her head be spinning?

If you think about it, it must have felt like this at first.

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“Still, they are all gathered because they like Saints. Please do not hate me.”

“Can you hate me? I am a person with that level of discernment.”

“It was a formal story. I’m sorry if I offended you.”

Teresa bowed her head, feeling truly apologetic.

What on earth has happened that people can change like this?

Reina and this guy all seem to change so quickly.

Is it puberty after all?

Since I was thinking about that, Theresa kept pretending to caress her wrist.

She gestured as if she wanted to mention that she was wearing perfume.

“The perfume suits you well.”

“… Thank you.”

I was just guessing, but I think I really wanted you to mention nostalgia.

When I mentioned the perfume, Theresa’s smile came to a very natural smile.

Judging from the slight blush, it doesn’t seem like smoke.

If I finish drinking my tea like this, will I have to do something embarrassing with this Teresa again?

Isn’t it that you’re going back to that awkward relationship again?

When I thought about that, it became difficult to empty the cup.

I was thinking about what to do now, but Theresa put down the empty teacup first.

“Saints. Can I stop by the confessional for a moment today?”

Does this mean that you should at least ask God for forgiveness because you’ve done bad things?

… It’s our fault for each other, can’t we just move on, Sojeo?

“You are the representative of God. So I hope he will listen.”

Ah, is that how it works?

“I don’t know much about the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Will you be okay?”

Teresa responded with a small nod of her head and started walking away.

Every time I walk, the smell of that perfume wafts from my hair that rustles like curtains swaying in the wind.

I put on perfume, my attitude changed, and out of the blue, I asked to go to the confessional.

… Does this mean that

Kikik.

The confessional room was in the form of a chair placed with partitions in a narrow space the size of a pyeong.

When I visited the monastery, I looked around for inspiration for writing, but I didn’t expect to hear a confession from the priest’s point of view.

That is also a confession to apologize to me.

Sure.

In the narrow space of 1 pyeong, I heard the sound of cloth rubbing.

It must have been the sound of Teresa’s one-piece priestly robe rubbing against the chair.

It means that she is ready to make a confession sitting in her chair.

I stopped looking around and hurriedly sat down.

“God is ready to hear the story.”

I don’t know the details of how the confession works because I’ve only encountered novels.

But it won’t matter.

What Teresa wanted wasn’t such a formality.

“There was a child.”

Teresa told the story of a child.

That was a story I could have predicted.

Because Teresa told me how she lived her life right before I had such a complicated relationship.

I grew up in a closed country called Seongguk, grew up without knowing anything, and reached the present.

I heard the news of the hero the moment I tried to overlap with a person called a saint without knowing anything.

I thought I was meeting a prince in a fairy tale, so I had my own expectations, and then I was disappointed and made a big mistake.

Even so, I had a feeling of hatred and disgust toward him because of the red flag.

“But… It was all my fault. It happened because I was stupid and selfish. In the end, I was saved by Him.”

There was no such thing as salvation.

Even though I could have helped in a neater way, we were swayed by momentary emotions and presented awkward solutions to each other.

Hatred towards me is against the law, but it is possible to harbor feelings of disgust when someone you dislike is groping your body.

“It is an excuse to say that this happened in a bad environment. They were ordinary soldiers, but there were those who were nobler than knights. There are children who grew up in monasteries, but there are also children who tell stories that touch people’s hearts. Just because I was lacking.”

It seems Teresa stopped blaming her circumstances and chose to move on.

I don’t know what kind of change of heart it was, but she changed.

It looked so dazzling and proud that it felt like the last remnants of her had melted away.

Yes, I am older than her.

So act like an adult.

“Living things are beings that are affected by the environment. It is often said that the environment makes a person.”

Korean otters have no natural enemies, so they look cute like weasels.

However, king otters living in South America are rough and ferocious enough to hunt and eat crocodiles.

A living thing is a corporation that is greatly affected by the environment.

Why do Korean parents want to raise their children in a good school district?

“If noble soldiers were more common than knights, the story of the Seventh Tale would not have been so popular. A genius with exceptional talent shines in any environment.”

Because the Grace Society was noble, it was strong against the curse that colored the heart with evil.

Because Marie was a genius at drawing, she came into contact with Angelica.

That’s why Angelica donated money to the monastery, and thanks to that, the children of the monastery were able to stay relatively healthy until I came to visit them.

Forcing the miracles of such special beings on ordinary people is nothing more than forcible.

“I think forcing ordinary people to do that is harsh.”

“But….”

“A person who can walk on his own, even if it is not special, even without someone’s help. Such a man is a brave man.”

And that goes for you too.

I ended the story with that intention.

Then, a slightly watery voice flowed from the other side of the screen.

“No…. I am not brave. Without someone’s help, I would still be a selfish and foolish human being.”

As expected, there’s no way things change that easily.

By the way, who is someone’s help?

I haven’t done much, so I’m talking about someone else….

“I want to ask for forgiveness from him. Forgive me for the sins I have committed.”

“… God has already forgiven you. I think he probably doesn’t care anymore.”

So we brushed off the sediment in a slightly bizarre way.

We left the confession room and headed back to the reception room.

Perhaps it was because of that incident, the awkward atmosphere continued as we were embarrassed to see each other face-to-face.

I was thinking about what to do when I heard a knock.

I wondered what was going on, but it looks like the pocketball equipment I sent has arrived here.

“Me, saint.”

After the nun left, Teresa cautiously called for me.

“Yes, what is it?”

“It is said that billiards is a popular pastime these days. But I… I have never done it before.”

“Then would you like to learn from me?”

“Are you okay?”

Theresa looked at me with a glimmer of anticipation.

Can you refuse a reconciliation proposal?

“Let’s go.”

“Yes… !”

I led Teresa to the place where the pool stand was set up.