Don't Be Holy! - Chapter 55
It seemed that the person who had released Eir had gone to find Rubel and spoken to him.
Rubel, having noticed where Eir’s gaze was directed, broached the topic as expected.
“I didn’t know this sword held so much meaning.”
“…….”
Eir’s mouth clamped shut. He immediately seized that colorless gap without letting it slip.
“It seems we’ve become quite close without even realizing it?”
But as this sarcasm continued, Eir no longer wanted to remain silent. Knowing she would regret it, she hesitantly mumbled.
“W-Well, you’ve seen my chest, s-so doesn’t that make us close?”
“Ha.”
Rubel let out a hollow laugh. Even in this moment, her face looked like it would burst from trying not to back down, which was both funny and pitiable. He laughed unknowingly, then deliberately changed his expression and became serious.
“If I go and catch you, I won’t let you off easy.”
With a swift movement towards her, Eir raised her hand as if collapsing and cried desperately.
“What exactly are you planning to do with me!”
It was as if she was begging him to say just this, and he couldn’t ignore her. Rubel answered naturally.
“First, I’ll take you with me. I need to confirm whether you’re a witch and investigate your sorcery.”
“Can’t I just stay here quietly when people come? I’ll cooperate with everything. Just leave me here.”
Rubel didn’t cruelly mention that she would have no choice but to cooperate even if she came along. He narrowed his brows slightly, annoyed by her prolonged resistance.
“What makes you so special? Having priests come and go to this mountain village because of you?”
Her face, which had turned tearful, was quite a sight. Unable to answer and just rolling her eyes, it seemed like she had played all her cards.
If so, this meaningless resistance would be over. Rubel realized it was time to go and started counting. As soon as he counted one, two, before reaching three, Eir approached of her own accord.
How should he even describe this.
He looked at her with an inexplicable gaze. She kept playing around like a child knocking on a door and running away, but still seemed to know her limits.
So watching her quietly didn’t particularly irritate him.
Rubel grabbed Eir’s wrist. As his hand wrapped around her frail wrist, Eir was surprised and unconsciously pulled her wrist towards herself.
“Why is this……?”
“Rendering a witch’s hand unusable is the most basic precaution.”
“I keep telling you I’m not a witch.”
“Then which witch would admit to being one?”
In any case, they weren’t communicating. Initially surprised by becoming close again after ‘that incident’, after walking a bit, she felt his hand was nothing more or less than a human handcuff.
Why did he do ‘that’ back then? Touching someone’s chest like that.
Recalling that moment made her depressed. The shock of that incident had faded, but she felt sad realizing her fate of being unable to say a word about it.
Eir was led back by Rubel, sniffling, and people soon began openly whispering upon seeing Rubel and Eir’s appearance.
Rubel Shinote himself, holding the wrist of a crying woman.
Rubel, who naturally didn’t care about people’s gazes, simply passed by, and Eir also knew it was better for people to misunderstand in this way, so she remained silent.
Thus, they unexpectedly became confirmed as lovers in the midst of people’s misunderstandings.
‘Looks like we’re going together?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Oh my gosh. What’s going to happen?’
Such unspoken words seemed to drift through people’s eyes.
However, Petro, who was the only one who had heard a hint about the woman, was left with a blank expression at the bizarrely unfolding situation.
He thought Rubel was being unusually soft on someone who might be a criminal. He had heard the woman had saved his life twice, so was that why?
But Rubel was never someone who placed great significance on life. He had already surrendered everything to God and was deeply faithful enough to accept whenever God might take his life.
So saving a life wouldn’t make him think it was that important. How strange. Was there something else about the woman that stimulated Rubel? But she was still a witch. As someone who had exclusively tracked and pursued witches, few would hate witches as much as he would.
Moreover, if someone as perceptive as him was only harboring slight suspicions, wouldn’t that mean the possibility of her not being a witch was even higher?
Petro’s thoughts were abruptly cut off.
“Lord Petro!”
Someone had come to ask him how to handle Hecate’s corpse. With that, Petro’s emerging thoughts vanished into nothing.
