Chapter 60

Is there always so many beauties in the capital city? (11) – unedited

Ugh-

No, no. I shook my head vigorously. It’s because we met so suddenly. I wasn’t mentally prepared at all.

It made sense, too. I came to the capital recklessly with the goal of bringing Chenin with me, but the saint appearing out of nowhere…….

With Sezaine’s problem not solved yet, it’s not possible to hold onto the hem of the saint and to beg her please to open the door to my house?

I could confidently say that I wasn’t such an irresponsible, ignorant person like Chenin. Never!

Besides, it was too early to meet her. From what I remember, there were clear descriptions of the season and time, such as ‘the first snow began to fall between dawn and when Serdebella stepped out of the temple door, snow piled up to leave footprints’.

However, now it is approaching the beginning of autumn. The place is not the clock tower, but in the middle of the street.

The direction of the novel was changing.

Crazy. Could it be that because I intervened?

The saint’s eyes filled with tears, brushed my head. It was just that the time and place were different, but the feelings she had were the same. Even in the novel, during the Bennon Massacre, her only brother was murdered by the Demon King, and she later uttered hateful words when reunited with the Demon King.

Yes, obviously, the emotional line flows in the same vein. Oh, come to think of it, there was one more thing besides the time and place.

The Demon King has no memory of the saint, let alone the Bennon Massacre.

“That…….”

I patted Merson, who was sleeping roughly and ruffled his hair.

Remember, remember.

Yes, remember somehow… In order for me to leave, I have to let the novel flow according to its originality… Do I need to get his memories back quickly? Can I do it? Can I handle Merson, no Kayle?

“Erina?”

“I’m sorry, are you awake?”

When he woke up not fully awake and called my name in a damp voice, my heart was pierced. Merson grabbed my wrist against his hair, dragged me, and laid me back down.

Merson’s stout arms rested upon my chest, and cradled me into his arms. He rubbed his chin against my crown and I patted Merson’s back coyly.

“Let’s go to County Abitz when the sun comes up tomorrow. It may be difficult for unidentified people like us to get in, but let’s just look at the dynamics from afar.”

“Okay.”

“You know what? Luckily, Chenin will go out with just one knight. You have to secretly follow her and then find an opportunity and grab her. You can do it right?”

“Just leave it to me.”

“If you think it’s dangerous, get out right away.”

“Okay.”

And I will secretly separate myself from Merson and go to the temple where the saint will be by myself.

No matter how uncomfortable I was, I couldn’t just pass by the saint who appeared in front of me. It would be good to familiarize myself with her face before going to the main topic and share a few words with her.

And, whether by chance or inevitability, my intuition was telling me that the saint and the demon king would reunite as long as they were together in the capital. Before anything unexpected happened between the two of them without any preparation, it would have been better to hold on to at least one thin thread.

And… If the time comes when I need to tell the truth soon, I want to tell him directly. Not through someone else’s mouth.

That would be Erina Holden’s last words to Merson Holden.

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“You use this.”

“…….”

“What are you doing? My arm hurts.”

As I said it hurt, Merson quickly picked up what was in my hand.

I knew it just because I was in the capital for half a day yesterday. No, I actually realized it in seconds. That is, even if Merson stands out, he stands out far too much.

Even if he walks alone, his tall height, wide shoulders, well-proportioned legs, and a well-balanced body attract attention, but his elegant appearance that captivates the viewer is the reason why the attention of the whole world is captured all at once at him.

A person who becomes a hot topic just by walking around is easy to fall into useless gossip. This means that the Chenin kidnapping operation could be ruined before it even started.

Besides, black hair, which was so common in Korea, seemed not to be the case in this world. Everyone seemed so crazy about Merson’s looks that they didn’t even have time to check his hair color, but I heard someone whisper that he had black hair. It was better to cover up before being suspected of being a person from another continent in the high-security capital city.

It would have been nice if there were robes, but unfortunately, we, who only did farm work, never had such clothes. In the end, I ripped the dress I was wearing and handed him a piece of cloth that looked like a handkerchief. Hey, think of it as a scarf, scarf.

I chose a dark brown fabric rather than the light color fabric that would stand out. Merson lifted the cloth and stared intently at it.

“What are you doing?”

He lifts it up to his eye level and looks around it. Looking at it like that, nothing comes out. it’s just a cloth.

The seams were sticking out here and there because I ripped it off by hand after tearing it slightly with my teeth. At first glance (?), it might look like rags, but I think it would be better to think of it as a vintage item.

Merson didn’t mean that ‘Do you want me to wear this?’, but it seemed like he didn’t know how to use it. He unfolded it and crumpled it, like a child playing with something he had never seen before.

“Put your head down.”

I picked up the cloth again and wrapped it around Merson’s lowered head. I folded it in a triangular shape so that it wrapped around his head, and tied a knot under his chin.

“Look.”

Merson frowned an eyebrow and looked at me intently. It was cute to see him wrapped in cloth with a very awkward expression.

I was trying to hide his appearance, but he rather exuded a cuteness that seemed to target women’s hearts. It was a word that did not suit his strong physique and thick facial features, but he was handsome. A handsome-cute.

“Aahh, it’s cute!”

I couldn’t stand it and grabbed him by the neck. After kissing him on the cheek to make a loud noise, I came to my senses to Merson’s hand coming up to my waist. Where do you think you are touching? Well, that wasn’t what I meant.