Varkan closed his eyes. He used his hands to hold her back, pulled her close and kissed her.
It was a slightly nervous, somewhat awkward kiss, different from usual. Irel always felt that a corner of his head was still cold and quiet, even when he was kissing her. Unfortunately, it was a territory she couldn't venture into.
However,
‘holy place’
He became hotter than ever, as if he was luring Varkan towards her. The moment their hot lips rubbed together, and then their tongue touched the gap, she heard a groan escape from between his teeth, like a gasp of pleasure.
[Ting! Varkan's favorability has increased by 8.]
[Ting! Main Quest information ‘Prevent Destruction’ has been updated.]
Not having time to be happy about the increased sympathy, Varkan picked her up. He used his strong shoulder to push the door, striding inside the luxurious but ominous mansion.
“Then prove it.”
As he passed by her private bedroom, he whispered.
“How much you love me.”
That voice was as deep and dark as the night, more passionate than a flickering flame. Irel, held in his arms, blinked slightly.
After all, this man was
'falling in love'
Since when? Even as he bowed arrogantly to her parents and begged for approval to marry, was he also thinking about this?
She didn't know if Varkan did it because he wanted to go to bed or because he needed to serve. Maybe he wants both. He has always been greedy.
But for today, she wanted to satisfy everything he wanted. At least, for him, the Elorance family is no longer a target for destruction, but rather
'wife's house'
his.
‘So it's okay.’
Finally, she overcame a major obstacle. In addition, Varkan's favorability has surpassed 60, and at this rate it will soon reach 80. At that time, the main quest will offer another path, and perhaps she will find a way.
‘escape’
this game world safely before death.
Every situation that happened to her was still too much to bear. But it's okay. The future is still relatively optimistic.
Irel smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there. Varkan shivered a bit, then he hugged her tighter and tighter.
The night has officially begun.
After praying, Michael walked out into the backyard of the Main Temple. Even though he had donated a large amount of money, his mood was not only not relieved but also heavier than before. Therefore, he felt like enjoying a cool breeze.
It is known as the Main Temple closest to the Royal Capital, but the backyard has no passersby. Maybe because it's not yet the season of pilgrimage or sacrifices.
However, this Main Temple will soon be filled with people. If Masaka, called Ha Mash, Son of the Godhead, performed the marriage. Most Masakas hold weddings at the Temple to honor Lord Hashiva.
‘Oh my god.’
Michael imagined Irel wearing a veil next to that scary, evil man. Then he shook his head vigorously.
'Is this marriage really okay?'
In contrast to his muscular body and strong muscles, Michael is a weak-minded person. Therefore, he could not stand by his sister or his parents, falling into deep anxiety. Anh chỉ mong Hashiva sẽ thương xót lời cầu nguyện và tiền quyên góp anh đã dâng lên, dẫn dắt mọi việc theo hướng tốt đẹp.
Trong lúc Michael đang chìm trong suy nghĩ, dạo bước trong sân và nhìn chằm chằm vào những chậu hoa vô tội, thính giác nhạy bén của anh bắt được một âm thanh kỳ lạ.
“…”
At first, he thought it was the sound of the wind. But when he listened more closely, he realized. It was a small and fragile request, like the echo of a flute.
“…Here. Here. Please…”
Michael doubted his ears. This is a sacred and revered place to worship the Godhead. Why is there such a sound?
Despite his doubts, he still walked forward. The sound came from the deserted backyard, specifically near the underground warehouse, the most primitive and shabby place.
‘Probably around here.’
Ngay khi Michael dừng bước và nhìn quanh, một bàn tay bất ngờ thò ra từ lỗ thoát nước mưa bên cạnh cầu thang đá, nắm lấy mắt cá chân anh.
“…!!”
Surprised, Michael reflexively kicked that hand away. He had no malice, it was just the instinct of a knight, heir to the Bien Count family, rising.
‘Damn it.’
At the same time as he kicked his hand away, Michael regretted it. The hand was thin and covered in dirt, looking like a spindly, fallen tree branch
gulp
to the ground.
Maybe it was broken. Looking at that hand shaking in pain, Michael was engulfed in guilt.
“Are you okay?”
Michael bent over, looking inside the drain hole. It was a small hole, not reaching his knee. However, someone was lying on his stomach and looking up at him through the narrow drainage tunnel.
“Help… Please… save me.”
‘Oh my god. A woman?'
Michael was amazed at the woman's haggard, dirty appearance covered in dirt. Luckily it was during the day, but if it had been at night, he would have definitely thought it was the devil.
“Who are you?”
Why was such a beggar in the Main Temple? Would she sneak in secretly? Michael was suspicious, but this was not the time to inquire. The first thing is to get this woman out and treat the wound on her hand.
Furthermore, this woman is still pregnant, holding her protruding belly. The sight of her cowering and trembling in the narrow sewer was pitiful. Especially in the eyes of Michael, who had received a knightly education about protecting the weak, this feeling was even more intense.
"Please wait a moment. I will call someone..."
“Ah, no way!”
The woman reached out and cried out as if having a seizure. Even though she was exhausted and couldn't make a loud noise, her face was still full of horror and she covered her mouth after her scream.
"Don't call people. They're all bastards here. Cruel and heartless..."
“Huh? What are you saying?”
Michael, who was slow to understand, frowned and asked again. But the woman was shaking in panic, unable to give a clear answer.
The pitiful thin hand groped for the iron bars blocking the sewer and the outside. She tried shaking, tapping, then scratching with her fingernails. Feeling that something bad was about to happen, Michael quickly stopped her.
“Wait. Let me do it, you step back a bit…”
The woman is very obedient. Even too obedient. Even before Michael could pull out the rusty iron bar, her body was suddenly yanked backwards.
“Aaaa!!”
The woman struggled to avoid being dragged away. The sound of her body hitting
barrel, barrel
into the sewer wall echoed all the way here. Perhaps an invisible person grabbed her leg and dragged her away.
"You, you dirty bastard! How dare you sneak away like a mouse?!"
Michael's keen hearing heard a faint shout echoing from afar. It was a man's voice, deep, hoarse and seemingly old. Surprisingly, it was a voice that Michael was familiar with.
‘Bishop Krunhal?’
That's right. The voice of Bishop Krunhal, who had smiled kindly and accepted Michael's donation just an hour ago. That voice was echoing from the underground tunnel connected to the sewer.
Michael couldn't understand the situation at all, he froze in place. Only a few seconds passed, but it was enough time for all traces of the woman being dragged away to disappear.
“…”
Now the Main Temple courtyard fell silent. The afternoon sunlight shined down brightly, green foliage swayed overhead, and the voices of trainee monks reciting prayers echoed far away in the warm air.
In the midst of that scene, Michael slowly bent down to look at the drainage hole under his feet. On the iron bars, covered in dirt and grime, there were still clear prints of desperate fingerprints.
'It's not a dream.'
Realizing this, Michael turned and ran straight into the Main Temple. He grabbed the first mandarin he met and told him everything he had seen.
Michael is the eldest son of the prestigious Earl of Elorance family. In the near future, he will inherit the position of Count Bien, being one of the strong pillars protecting the country. In less than 10 minutes, Bishop Krunhal rushed over after his report.
"Huh? You said you saw a woman? And inside an underground sewer?"
Bishop Krunhal, who was urgently called, blinked and asked. His face, with his white beard, slightly bulging eyes and pursed mouth, looked extremely gentle.
"It's impossible. Our Mires branch doesn't have women. Occasionally other branches accept female ministers, but at least here it's a female-free zone."
He even took Michael to see the underground cellar directly connected to the sewer.
“You see?”
Bishop Krunhal stood in front of a warehouse with a simple structure, built of large stones, and shrugged his shoulders. True to his words, the inside was filled with only dirt, cleaning tools and bags of fertilizer.
"There certainly can't be a woman here. Perhaps you misheard the voice of some young monk-in-training."
Instead of answering, Michael lowered his head and looked down. Bishop Krunhal's outfit, with its gold trim and pure white uniform, is beyond reproach.
Except for the faint fingerprint-shaped stain on his shoe.