Incompatible Interspecies Wives

62 – The Saint Who Hates God (1)

Time passes and we arrive at the village.

The residents who welcomed us showed up.

The rest of the Scarlet Troopers remaining in the village also ran to us.

“Captain! Casualties…?”

They also asked about the damage of this expedition.

Perhaps those who were left were holding their hearts.

Because I don’t know which other colleagues might have left.

“…I’ll talk to you in the plaza.”

Adam replied bitterly.

The faces of the members who had been waiting for us hardened.

The answer they wanted would have been ‘everyone is fine’.

However, according to his older brother, that hope had to be shattered.

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After finishing the rough arrangement, I headed home.

My mood has subsided a lot from the sea of tears that broke out with the announcement of casualties.

The moment the request was successfully completed was also a moment of sadness and parting.

Because I know that, I throw a party at night and at least wash away those tears.

Ner and Arwin followed me.

Ner carried a small load along with the herbs he had taken, and I carried a box that Arwin could not carry.

-Kikik…

We opened our nest.

The sunlight entered the house, and the dust that had settled had risen.

“…A lot of dust has accumulated.”

Ner covers his nose.

I nodded.

“It’s like this every time.”

I look around the house and say.

“Should I put down my luggage and choose a room one by one?”

“Huh? Already?”

“There is no point in delaying it.”

It is better to finish this quickly and rest.

I gave Ner a choice first.

“Ner. Pick a room.”

Ner paused for a moment, rolling his eyes at my words.

There are three rooms on the first floor and three rooms on the second floor.

One of the rooms on the first floor was the master bedroom.

Ner pondered for a moment before extending his finger.

“…I’ll go to that room.”

The room right next to the main room.

I nodded.

“Arwin, you?”

“Are there seats on the second floor?”

Arwin asked while looking at the stairs.

“There are three rooms. Go up and see.”

As I said, Arwin nodded and headed upstairs.

I waited on the first floor for a while for Arwin to make his choice.

Meanwhile, Ner looked at me.

She speaks lightly to her.

“…Is the wound okay?”

“Thanks. It seems to be getting better.”

“…I see.”

She lowered her head, avoiding her eyes.

When she wonders why she suddenly avoids her gaze, she asks.

“Ah, but Berg. So today… I will sleep with you-“

“-I’ll do it here.”

Arwin’s voice came from upstairs.

Ner shut her mouth as if he hadn’t said anything.

“I’ll go upstairs with my luggage!”

After shouting an answer to Arwin first, I looked at Ner again.

Then he gave answers to questions he had already heard.

“Let’s do that. Because I slept with Arwin a while ago.”

-Bung…Bung…

At those words, Ner’s tail began to wag.

I asked with a smile.

“…Were you looking forward to sleeping together?”

Ner looked at me, then at my tail.

Then he said with his shoulders trembling.

“…The tail doesn’t wag only when it’s happy.”

“Really?”

“Ki, even when I’m nervous.”

“Are you still nervous?”

“…”

I wondered what it was, so I went upstairs with my luggage.

The room Arwin chose was the one right above the main room.

I asked as I put down the luggage box in that space.

“Are you okay here?”

Arwin nodded his head.

“Yes. Are you okay. Oh, Berg?”

“Huh?”

“…Just asking out of curiosity, who are you going to sleep with first? If it was every other day, today would be me again… If it’s alternating, it’s probably Ner…”

Alwin also asked the same question.

It must be a very important issue for them.

“I decided to sleep with Ner first.”

Arwin let out a shallow breath.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. And until we make a bed, I think we’ll both have to rest in a makeshift bed. Is that okay?”

Arwin looked at me and nodded slightly.

“…Yes.”

I already knew how many conveniences I had to give up because they came to me.

There are no attendants, and there are no fancy teacups or kettles.

Even the bed is like this.

If there was something I wanted to do, I had to do it myself. Even with empty words, I can’t convey the words that I won’t get a drop of water on my hands.

The more I did, the more I thought that I should try harder.

It took a lot of effort to bridge our gap.

It’s not just the difference in social status, it’s because the race is also different.

“Thank you.”

First of all, I thanked Arwin for enduring this situation without complaining.

Arwin nodded her head.

Then he speaks in a whisper.

“…Thank you too.”

“What?”

Her eyes scanned my wounds and the scars on my cheeks.

“…I haven’t been able to say hello before.”

“…Ah.”

I laughed.

It was a natural thing to do as her husband, but it didn’t make her feel too bad when she said hello like this.

I turn to embarrassing subjects.

“…That’s it, I’m resting for a while until the party is held at night.”

“A party?”

There is curiosity in Arwin’s eyes. As someone who knows her situation, I was a little salty as to why she was like this.

“Yes, feast. It’s done. Let’s play while eating something delicious.”

Her long ears swayed up and down her.

A very small smile took place on Arwin’s stiff lips.

She whispers.

“…I look forward to that.”

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-Steel Puck!

“Ah…!”

A woman trips over a rotten tree root protruding from the barren ground.

She tried to get up, but soon her exhausted knees gave her balance and she fell.

-Pak.

The fair face falls into the mud again.

The woman couldn’t get up for a long time after she collapsed.

“Stop!”

A Yongin man gives an order to my party.

People of various races stop at those words.

“Holy Lady, are you okay?”

A female elf approached her and asked her.

“…”

Still, no one could lend her a helping hand.

Except for special circumstances, she was so noble that this woman wouldn’t even put her hand on her body.

Nevertheless, the figure rolling in the mud was contradictory, if contradictory.

“…It’s okay…It’s okay.”

The saintess put strength on her wobbly arm and touched the dirty ground.

It was difficult to remain strong after a hard fight.

The woman sat down, wiping the mud off her face with her hand.

Even so, it was the same that my body didn’t have any strength.

Felix, who was chosen by Mand, the dragon warrior and god of courage, speaks.

“Let’s take a break. Because it seems that the saintess is beyond her strength.”

But the saintess shook her head.

“…There is no point in delaying it.”

It was better to go back quickly and rest.

In the first place, today’s mission was completed. She didn’t want the rest of her teammates to suffer because of her.

“…I’ll get up. Sorry.”

Akran, the centaur chosen by Diane, the god of war, also shook his head.

“No, saintess. Let’s go rest.”

The saintess rejected his words.

I felt like I wouldn’t be able to wake up for a long time if I rested now.

“It’s okay, Akran. Are you okay.”

Silprien, the elf chosen by Felix, Akran, and Nikal, the god of harmony, is silent.

The guilt of not being able to lend a helping hand to everyone is on their faces.

The Elf, Silprien’s hand wanders in the air.

But even this was something the saintess was used to.

I haven’t had any contact with anyone in the past 7 years.

Her was her duty given to her, her karma she had to endure.

She got up from her difficult seat and moved on with her steps.

The rest of her heroes followed her.

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“Thank you, saintess!”

The saintess accepted that familiar thank you today as well.

A strange power that even she cannot comprehend.

Just by putting her hand on the wound and praying, the wound heals itself.

There was no need to question why or how to get better.

There was no need for medical knowledge.

Because the power you possess has sutured your wounds and made you gain weight.

The saintess nodded her head.

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Accept the line of wounded that follows.

The man with the deeply torn arm was the next opponent.

He begged as he removed the bandages.

“uuuwu

The human saintess sympathized with her pain and frowned.

At the same time, the nasty smell of rotting flesh wafts up.

The saintess stretched out her hand and used a strange power she could not understand.

Hea’s pattern shines on the back of her hand, which has particularly dark scars.

“…Ah…Ah…”

Soon, the deep scar on the man’s arm is gradually recovering.

The blood stops, and the rotten flesh falls off. The faintly visible bones disappear, and tendons, nerves, and muscles occupy the space.

It was a mysterious power no matter when I saw it.

The man who received the treatment seemed incredulous at the disappearing pain.

“Ah…Ah…”

Then he murmurs.

“Thank you Hea…”

The saintess chosen by Hea frowned at those words.

Even her hands twitch. But, as always, she suppressed her emotions.

Within a moment, all of the man’s wounds were filled.

A man who started to shed tears at the miracle that had happened couldn’t control his emotions and said.

“Thank you…Thank you very much…”

Then she reached out her hand.

The saintess reflexively pulled her body back, and a sword blade instantly settled between the two.

-Sureung!

“…Didn’t I tell the saintess not to raise her hand?”

The centaur Akran warns you with a sharp blade.

The man retrieved his hand as if he had just remembered it.

“Ah…! I’m sorry…! That wasn’t it…!”

“Okay, step back. That’s all you need.”

The man pulled himself away in an instant.

Then, looking at her, he bowed to the saintess several times.

“Thank you…! Thank you…! I will never forget this favor…! I will live with Hea for the rest of my life…!”

The saintess whispered involuntarily.

“…Really?”

The man asks.

“…Yes?”

The saintess shook her head.

“No. Next.”

The man left with her puzzled face.

The centaur Akran whispered from the side.

“…Saint. Please try harder.”

“…Yes. Thank you, Akran.”

But the saintess’ eyes were fixed on the pattern drawn on the back of her hand.

In the pattern of that hateful hair.