How a Hero Lives as a Writer

79 – Bright and the wise man’s time

After returning from the cathedral, I wasted the day blankly staring into space.

The story of Mare’s fate begins one week later.

So I had to do something when I had free time, but I was so dazed as if my head was fogged up and nothing came to mind.

ㅡ Is it a matter of conscience?

Then did you think I was a bully or a bully?

ㅡ It looked like that back then!

Well, how do you look at a hero?

ㅡ You’re still going to bully me, right?

Yes, it will.

ㅡ You’re a terrible guy too.

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If Helena-sama is that kind of gambit, I’m sure the other side will have a similar reaction.

Good.

ㅡ Have you come up with that kind of hobby now?

What is it?

ㅡ A warrior who wants to be sold?

You keep learning useless things.

ㅡ Is it my heart? So why is it good?

Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to harass someone who feels like sh*t to me?

ㅡ Do all our warriors have ideas?

This person is the problem.

Do you search for buzzword folders or something?

“Whew.”

As the saying goes, time is medicine, any emotion is diluted with time.

And even I was no exception.

At that time, the rage that made his spirit dizzy cooled down as time passed.

The problem is that now we can’t do things that didn’t exist.

Everyone in the cathedral must have already confirmed the traces of me and Teresa having an affair.

… Let’s think good.

I reduced one more watchful eye to be dispatched from the Holy Land.

Teresa avoided the worst.

We gave each other one step at a time.

It can be seen as a win-win business relationship.

When I thought that, my heart calmed down.

Jumping.

The wagon that was shaking like my tender heart came to a stop.

ㅡ Soft, mindful?

Just do it.

Now, it’s time to be a bastard again.

***

I and Seongguk have a semi-vertical relationship.

For they regard me as an agent of God.

That’s why I was even more reluctant to go to the Holy Kingdom, and I didn’t go to the cathedral very much.

So it was the first time I came to the cathedral early in the morning to hold a service.

Yeah, is this how it feels….

ㅡ Do you become godly?

High ceilings as if reaching the sky.

A reverent chant that seems to reach the sky beyond the ceiling.

Chairs properly arranged in a wide space and believers tightly filling the space.

Lastly, as if answering their prayers, the stained glass shines a brilliant light.

It felt like being swallowed up by the atmosphere.

… If it weren’t for this strange gaze.

Worship services on weekends can be said to be the most important task of a church.

However, the priests did not appear to be very interested in worship.

It’s like jumping naked into a lion’s cage.

Aren’t you even thinking about hiding it….

ㅡ I feel like I understand why our warrior hated it.

Isn’t it?

You may be able to get your hands on the child of a god you didn’t even expect.

I’m sure you’ll roll your eyes.

I understand.

I understand, but it felt like one more layer of resistance against the Holy Kingdom was accumulating.

After this service, you must do something mean to Teresa.

So the slender conscience was screaming, but now I felt like I could be a dog.

God is pious, merciful, and divine.

But are those who believe in and follow such an existence so filthy and despicable….

ㅡ Because that’s what humans are.

Whew.

Rush.

After the morning service, the believers greeted each other and started to leave the cathedral.

The time has come.

ㅡ It’s about time for me too.

I thought you were watching from nearby anyway.

ㅡ Isn’t there a difference between being smart and being invisible?

If you’re going, go quickly.

ㅡ Too much!

As Miss Helena disappeared, the priest approached me at the perfect timing.

“Meet the representative of God.”

This priest, not Teresa, must be the real power of the cathedral.

Looking at it as a whole, it has a gentle impression, but people might not know it.

I said a brief hello to the priest, and he responded as if he took a quick look around.

I don’t ask anyone to meet someone or arrange a place.

If you make a gesture like this, it will be enough to understand.

The priest acted according to my thoughts.

Because he brought out the word that he would serve me tea and led me to the drawing room.

The priest who guided me to the sofa in the drawing room left with the words to wait a moment, and Teresa appeared shortly thereafter.

“Faith, meet the agent.”

“Does Seongguk make that kind of face when meeting God’s agents?”

“….”

Teresa had been afraid of even my sarcasm just two days ago.

But today, I felt bold.

It’s probably because it’s an open drawing room and it’s a bright space with the morning sun shining down on it.

Teresa, probably thinking that I would get caught up in my pace when I was talking, quietly kept her mouth shut and started preparing tea.

I rather like that kind of reaction.

The more Teresa harbors feelings of hatred toward me, the more her conscience shakes and she goes on a picnic with a joyful heart.

I have to do more serious things in the future, but I don’t think the guilt will rise if Teresa shows this attitude.

As I was thinking about how to develop a relationship with Teresa, a car with a unique scent was placed in front of me.

It was the first scent I ever smelled.

“Is there poison inside?”

A thrill.

Don’t stare at me like that.

Because I want to torment you more.

“I don’t even know what kind of car it is.”

“You mean to serve guests something they don’t know what?”

A lot.

It was very small just now, but I think I heard the grinding of my teeth.

It seems that the feeling of fear that I had in the basement that day has turned into a feeling close to hatred.

“But you won’t die from drinking. There is a saintess nearby who can use as much divine power as possible.”

I drank tea, scratching Theresa.

Teresa then glared at me, wishing my car was really poisoned.

Then he started pouring tea into his own glass.

As I watched, I slowly savored the taste of the tea.

Hurp.

The tea was cold enough to drink right away.

However, unlike the cooling effect, the moment I drank it, I felt my entire body heat up.

Ginger tea, cinnamon tea, ginseng tea, jujube tea, quince tea.

It has a flavor close to herbal medicine, like a rough mix of those teas.

For Koreans who often take herbal medicine, the taste was nothing special, but….

“Ugh.”

Teresa looked quite distressed as if she had never had tea like this before.

A young boy.

I laughed at Theresa in the eyes, then took a couple more cups of tea.

Well, that’s it.

It is an energy booster.

Because the blood flow in the whole body went crazy, as if a bowl of poisoned wine had been inhaled.

Now, if you pierce the skin with a thin needle, you might be able to see the phenomenon of blood spurting out.

You’re really blatant.

I turned on her car that Teresa had poured out for her and stared at her.

“I don’t know why you serve tea to a customer that doesn’t suit you.”

I think I know a little bit about Teresa now.

Unlike her demonic appearance that shakes reason, she is a woman with an immature inner brain and an innocent brain.

That is a human called Teresa.

She seems to be a person who secretly doesn’t like to lose, so if I scratch her gently like this, she’ll surely get the reaction I want.

She thought so and as she looked at Theresa, she began to twitch her eyebrows.

“If it doesn’t suit your taste, don’t overdo it. Even if you have divine power, drinking poisoned tea takes courage.”

Isn’t that hard for someone who is a coward?

As I muttered that in a low voice, Theresa gulped down her tea with a teary expression.

Then he put on an expression that said it was nothing.

A cute guy.

He doesn’t seem to know what kind of car he just got into.

“Does the Holy Land drink tea like that? It is very unique.”

Teresa blushed slightly as if she realized what she had done.

Theresa gently turned her face to her side and caressed her cheek with the back of her hand.

The heat stretched across her face, a movement she tried to cool with her relatively cold hands.

But even then it’s useless….

Because what you drank was an aphrodisiac.

As time passed, sweat began to seep out from her body little by little.

It was the same with Teresa, but she seemed to mistake this change for shame.

Because he hasn’t calmed down at all, he has an expression of nervousness.

“I don’t have that much time either. Hurry up and finish your business.”

“Okay, yes.”

Theresa jumped up from her seat and turned her back to me.

She didn’t want to reveal her blushing face to me.

I followed Teresa with reddened ears through the corridors of the church, and soon I was guided to the basement where I had come two days earlier.

“… First, you must purify the dirt in the holy water pond.”

I followed Teresa’s words and took a dip in the pond wearing only her underwear.

Then I felt that my body, which had been heated up, calmed down a little.

I recalled the water in the pond and wet my body here and there.

The concept of being baptized with holy water is not the concept of a shower.

As I got out of the pond thinking that all parts of my body were covered with water, I saw Theresa, her ears stained red, with her back to me.

It was quite impressive to see her rubbing her thighs like someone who wants to go to the bathroom.

My body was in a hot state from drinking stimulants, but it felt like the engine was started in many ways when I saw the man’s naked body.

Even if you have no experience and lack of knowledge, instinct is like that….

“What should I do now?”

“Ooh, go to the right and there is a room.”

It seems that he has to wait in his room.

I said nothing, put on my clothes, and headed in the direction Teresa had pointed me to.

Then, as Teresa said, a room blocked by a wooden door appeared.

What does Teresa’s room feel like….

Since it is underground, is it a prison-like space?

I opened the door thinking that, but it was a more ordinary room than I thought.

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The air was strangely clean even though the room was in the basement.

Is it the power of the holy relic?

With that thought in mind, I sat on the bed and waited for Teresa to return.

A lot of time has passed.

When are you coming?

Just as I was starting to think about it, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Isn’t this a complete rebellion?

While I was thinking about that, Theresa, dripping water from her head, entered the room.

She felt better than she had seen in the drawing room, but she still noticed that she was hot and at a loss.

“Come and sit down.”

When I said that, tapping the seat next to her, Theresa lowered her head and cautiously approached me.

I grabbed her hand and laid her down on her bed.

“Wow!”

Teresa seemed to be frightened by my sudden wild behavior, and she took her defensive stance, holding herself in her arms.

I grabbed Theresa’s wrist with her hand and put her mouth to her ear.

“Even the stains on the ceiling are counted.”

I stretched out her hand to her body, which strained her body.