I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 62
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“Then you’ll stay in the temple for a while.”
“…What?”
“I overheard it. That you wanted to leave the temple. That you even tried to.”
Yeshion’s lips parted slightly.
It all made sense now. Rosaline’s insistence on handing everything over to Eldis.
It stemmed from his fear—that Yeshion would leave the temple to face everything alone, cutting off all ties.
Rosaline swallowed dryly, watching him. He seemed to be waiting for Yeshion to say he would stay.
Yeshion’s lips moved slightly.
He still didn’t know what the real Yeshion was like, but he could sense how much Rosaline cared for him.
Yeshion wondered if this was something Rosaline needed to care so much about.
Perhaps he’s just a kind person.
The original story didn’t detail their relationship, leaving gaps in his understanding. Whatever emotions Rosaline displayed weren’t directed at him but at the original “Yeshion.”
If that was the case, the imposter should eventually fade away. But Yeshion didn’t want Rosaline, who had helped him, to look sad.
“…Yes. I’ll stay.”
“Really?”
“Of course. We agreed to go to the Duke of Mishemol’s territory together. Where else would I go?”
It was a promise to remain at the temple, at least until the trip to the duke’s lands.
Though he hadn’t committed to staying permanently, Rosaline smiled at his answer. It was enough to reassure him that, for now, Yeshion wouldn’t vanish.
“You know, Yeshion, I’ve always wanted this temple to be the place where you feel most at ease.”
Yeshion silently observed Rosaline.
His sincere words seemed to acknowledge both the past and present versions of Yeshion as one person—viewing him simply as a single individual rather than splitting him into “before” and “after.”
“And I hope you… have someone you can open your heart to. At least in the past, it felt like I played that role for you… but these days, you don’t really talk about yourself.”
“…..”
“Even small stories are fine. Even meaningless chatter. I just want to hear what you have to say. I want to know you a little more.”
Her words were filled with genuine care.
Staring blankly at Rosaline for a moment, Yeshion let a faint smile slip.
If I hadn’t been possessed by “Yeshion,” could we have been closer?
Perhaps they could have been good friends. Someone like Rosaline, with his warm personality, would be impossible to dislike.
“Saintess, I…”
“I can wait.”
Before Yeshion could finish, Rosaline interrupted him, his expression resolute. He tightened her grip on his hand.
“So take your time. It’s okay to speak slowly.”
He smiled warmly as she spoke.
“Then, to make the wait less burdensome for you, I suppose I should hurry and figure it out.”
“Huh?”
“What exactly I did in the past.”
Rosaline’s eyes widened.
Seeing his expression, as if he wanted to stop him, Yeshion continued.
“I need to find out what I did in the past. Only then can I decide anything with certainty.”
Taking a deep breath, Yeshion tried to calm the whirlwind of emotions within him. The fear and anxiety that had been gnawing at him gradually began to subside.
He had to assess the situation rationally.
Was staying at the temple truly the safest option?
Or would it be better to disregard everything and everyone around him and simply flee?
The intruder’s visit wasn’t just a one-time occurrence. If the real “Yeshion’s” past actions were the root cause, this issue would persist, even if Yeshion died and somehow lived again.
‘If that’s the case, I have no choice but to confront it head-on.’
It was a risk that could cost him his life. Even beyond the Crown Prince incident, the intruder’s words suggested that if he were deemed useless due to his fragmented memory, he could be killed.
But without taking that risk, he would never uncover the truth.
“Saintess, do you… by any chance, know where I used to go when I left the temple before I lost my memory?”
