After that, there was a short and long silence for 5 minutes.
Soon, Amelia held my hand with an earnest look on her face.
"I… If I go out like this, I will be chased. Like this. And the moment you let the country know that I am alive. I'm done. So… So, please. Wouldn't you… please reassure me a little…?"
This makes me feel a little guilty.
"…"
Amelia, who had no way of knowing that I was desperately holding back, raised her hand over my chest as if to emphasize it, not knowing that my clothes had gone down enough to show my cleavage.
"I… I know very well that this is unreasonable."
"No, I don't worry about it, I just want to focus more on my body's recovery…"
"Stop forcibly sympathizing with me and embracing me like that."
"…"
At that moment, I may have said something sharp without realizing it. I kissed my lips a few times. She apologized to me with a look of guilt, saying 'I'm sorry…'
"Now, I feel… helpless. It kind of feels like I want to die."
For some reason, I could feel the earnestness in Amelia's voice as she spoke such serious words. I really feel like I'm seeing a person pushed to the edge of a cliff.
"Just being looked after by you and resting… I… I,"
"… "
He couldn't speak for a while, but then he lowered his gaze to the floor and opened his mouth.
"I want to think that there is something I can do even now…"
"…"
"Anything is fine. If I can, I will do as many chores as I can without saying anything. If you tell me to spread my legs and fawn… I may be inexperienced, but I will do everything you tell me to do. So… So… I wish you could force me to do something."
Only a few days had passed.
In just a few days, her heart broke to the point where she offered to give me the girl she had kept for her whole life.
Now I am afraid of facing death.
However, there was no way that she could easily open her heart and accept a man she had met for less than a week.
Moreover, more than anything else, I react sensitively to the gaze of others, that is, my gaze. Thanks to her muttering while sweating, I know roughly what kind of situation she was in.
Well… is it a different story about being kicked out of a hero's party and going through hardships? I think I've read something similar too.
This woman can be seen as being close to the despair side. As you can see, he lost all of his arms and legs as a warrior.
To tell you a little more… Even after just a few words of conversation, I can feel that Amelia is putting things in such a difficult way that she has no sense of thinking.
Even though I am grateful to my benefactor, I start to have doubts. This is also rude, and it leads to mistakes, so suddenly I started to doubt… I'm sorry. " is now Amelia's habit.
With an expression steeped in deep guilt.
"…Um, then would you like to tell me what happened? I think we need to know more about each other before we can help or not."
At that question, she lowered her head for a moment and spoke briefly in a whisper.
"Nobles, no. This kingdom is rotten. To the point of disgusting maggots."
hmm. Doesn't that sound obvious?
The nobles were rotten.
Just like the guys who hold power in modern times. Nowadays, most of the nobles and royal families in this world are rotten. Since I knew this roughly from experience, I had no particular doubts about what she said.
As she said those words, she was looking at me in confusion.
"…What do you believe in? or not. Are you pretending to trust me? There is no need to correct me in an old-fashioned way. Like I said before, I'm being chased… I don't need you to be nice to me…"
"No, whatever. Isn't that wrong? Was it that Levan cow? The country illegally captured commoners and forcibly conducted experiments on them. They use it as an excuse to be a cultist, blah, blah, blah… The king takes bribes… It just makes me sick to see how this country is going."
Amelia looked at him with a puzzled expression at the exciting Yooseong's fierce criticism of the current nation.
"...No, that. Usually… do people originally have this kind of thinking?"
hmm. It's not usually like this.
In a society where people are busy earning and eating day after day, blocked by the problems in front of them, political interest naturally decreases little by little.
Most people only know the names of high-ranking families and don't have much interest in them.
Soupbong to begin with? It is also difficult to find people who hate their own country because of the same thing.
But that's the problem because I'm not.
First of all, we have to get rid of the king.
If I say this, I'm just not saying it's lese majeste.
"I'm amazed at how this country is going right now. I don't know how we won the war,"
"…I see."
Amelia spoke so plainly, and on the outside, she looked at me like I was crazy and looked at me for a moment, making me sting.
However, upon hearing that the war was won, a bitter expression appeared for a moment before he added.
"Then… I don't know if you will believe what I say from now on. Let me tell you first."
///
"Aren't they complete bastards?"
"..."
Amelia, who was quietly watching me shake my head while making a slightly exaggerated gesture, burst out into a small laugh as if she felt relieved.
"…Puhhh."
"?"
"Hahahaha, yes. Bastards… that was it. You listened carefully. But do you really… believe what I say…?"
Amelia, who had been holding my hand tightly and showing sparkling eyes, looked like a teenage girl making friends for the first time and talking about what she liked.
However, his eyes still tremble slightly with anxiety depending on my reaction. It was shocking, but it was a hundred times a thousand times better than being depressed like before.
'… After listening to the story, I heard that he was an orphan from birth, but was taken away because he had the qualities of a warrior.'
What if you entered an academy attended only by nobles and became a candidate for a hero? Even if I don't hear any more than that, I can roughly picture Amelia's situation at that time in my head.
The nobles are now caught up in the class system and view commoners as nothing more than insects.
However, what if the label of a natural born or an orphan sticks out among the already annoying warrior candidates? Guys like hyenas will come and bite them in groups.
The warrior party has a lot of good stories externally.
Clea, Saizen, Hans,
Whether it was reclaiming a territory, rescuing civilians from a dungeon, or doing many great things for orphans starving in the war.
To be honest, I don't know exactly whether it's true or not. The only rumors heard in the village were mostly sweet stories that had a hint of artificiality. First of all, there were no bad stories.
However, at those words, Amelia began to open her lips, clutching the edge of the blanket with her trembling fists. They say that their contributions were taken away, or they recite all the atrocities they committed.
When things get dangerous in the dungeon, they're talking about throwing orphans as bait.
They turned people who had nowhere to go into idiots at a cheap price and sold them for human experiments.
There is also a saying that he sacrificed a human being. First of all, if what she continues to say passionately is at least true, then what the hell is a hero's party like? It was no different from just a collection of crazy people.
And there…well, honestly, it was hard to believe it all right away.
If you see a pretty woman in front of you shaking like this and vividly reciting memories of that time. It didn't really feel like it was a lie.
Amelia, who was smiling like that, suddenly made a noise of disgust.
"…Yuseong, you are… kind."
"Yes? I couldn't hear you clearly… Could you say it again?"
"…Nothing. And one more thing, from now on, not me or you. Please call me "Lia.". I will call you Yoosung."
"…Is that okay?"
"You are the only one who calls me by my name. In that respect, I just wanted to create a connection with you. It's just… if you don't like it, you don't have to call it. In the end, to the outside world, I am no different from a traitor to the world who is tied up with a cult…-"
"Lia."
"…Then that's it."
"But if you usually call each other by their first name…"
"It's special. Didn't Yooseong see my naked body without a single thread on?"
In addition, he molested and massaged the girl's body. As Amelia added those words, my lungs went numb from the sudden stabbing in my solar plexus.
"… Yoosung and I have a special relationship. Um."
However, when I see that he does not resist my touch at all and instead rubs his cheek as if he is trying to get used to it…
Ah, this is hard to bear.
And then, blink, blink,
I closed my eyelids. Amelia lowers and raises her head repeatedly.
Even if you sleep a lot, it's not strange.
Your body is probably trying to force you to sleep in order to recover.
"Yoo… Seong, I… am sleepy."
I love the sight of Amelia clinging to me, holding on to the end of my clothes and rubbing my eyes as if she would never let me go.
Even if you try to carefully remove his hand, he shakes his head and tries hard not to let go of the hem of his clothes.
No need to ask what this means…
"Couldn't you stay next to me, with me…? I'm so, so anxious… I'm afraid I'll fall again. I just… for some reason, I just want to feel more comfortable for the first time in a long time. If you feel burdened, you can refuse, but…"
"…"
When I showed signs of slowing down a bit. Amelia, who was feeling restless, spoke up.
"Well… you can touch my breasts! Until I go to bed…"
Don't you just rub my eyelids and say such vulgar things? Amelia's expression as she blurted out was quite a sight to see.
therefore. Does this mean we have to sleep in the same room?
actually. I already remember hugging and sleeping a few times… but at that time, it felt like a dakimakura.
Now, I blink, and whenever I hear the sound of a girl burrowing into my arms and feel her soft skin, which in many ways is unique to a woman, my body gets tense of its own accord.
Is it because it feels like we are hugging each other on the same bed sheets?
In the end, I couldn't sleep at all. It was a good experience to put my hands on Amelia's sore breasts and rub them until they were sweaty.