#544. I am a nun.
“…Who would say that I’m an idiot?”
“I’m a junior Gandhi.”
“…”
Billy looked at the brown-skinned monk next to him with sullen eyes.
But Gandhi did not avoid that gaze.
I just had a gentle smile.
“Is it true?”
“Don’t be cowardly and hit me with facts, priest. If you’re a guy, try doing some stupid things when you’re young.”
“I am not.”
“That’s right, the priest is eccentric. Right now, even if it’s just our teacher or the sword king…”
“Junior?”
cut it off softly.
Joan of Arc asked with a smile on her face.
“When can I hear that answer?”
“Chemm!”
Billy cleared his throat lightly.
It was only later that he realized his mistake.
As much as he wanted to avoid being beaten up by a gentle senior, he hurriedly changed his words.
“Did you ask why someone who has a crush on a bad girl can’t leave?”
“I want to hear your opinion as your expert.”
“First of all, this is a word to confirm. I’m no expert. I just hung out more often with ladies who liked money.”
“So what are your opinions?”
“Well, it’s different for each person.”
Even if you have a bad personality, you are handsome.
Whether you want to devote yourself to the other person.
Whether it’s because of monopoly and conquest.
There are many reasons to fall in love with bad boys.
Billy scratched the back of his head, recalling all the outlaws and women he’d seen wandering the wilderness as a gunslinger.
“Anyway, most of it is because I subconsciously think that I am different after all.”
“Am I the only one different?”
“Yes. Even if he’s cold, he’s only kind to me, or that only I can conquer this man, or that it has to be me.”
“Um… I don’t know.”
‘I’m glad you didn’t know.’
I did explain at best.
I guess I don’t understand.
Watching Joan of Arc tilting his head, Billy thought.
It’s natural.
After entering the sword tower at a young age and training until becoming a sword master.
It was only natural that she, who had spent her entire life on the battlefield and was even called a saint, could not understand such distorted affection.
‘If a naive person like the ambassador falls for a bad guy, there may be no more answers, but… that shouldn’t be the case.’
Billy laughed.
They are the ones who died once.
It is rare to be interested in things unrelated to Yeohan as much as he was resurrected to relieve the resentment of his life.
Moreover, it was absolutely absurd that this saintess would fall in love.
So it was.
The reason why Billy was shaken by repeated questions.
“Then junior, what should I do to get a person like that out of a bad lover?”
“…why are you curious about that?”
“I’m curious.”
“Yeah, it’s natural to ask questions when you’re curious, but of course.”
what made her like this
Billy answered after thinking about it even though he felt a mysterious feeling because he was not sure.
“The most common case is when the bad guy abandons the woman and disappears…
”
“…but there are surprisingly quite a few women who miss their partner all their lives and wait. Memories are glorified.”
“Then it won’t work that way.”
I don’t want to become an older sister hated by my younger brother.
Let’s break into a cold sweat when we see Jeanne d’Arc muttering meaningless words.
Be careful with your words.
If not, something big is going to happen.
After realizing it with a sword master’s intuition.
Billy double-tripled the thoughts that came to his mind before speaking thoughtfully.
“Other than that, the only thing that’s okay is opening your eyes to a new love.”
“A new love?”
“Bad means that something is lacking. If you meet a better partner, your love will also cool down.”
“Ummm, what if that bad boyfriend was very rich, high-status, and attractive?”
“Then I guess it sucks. Who would give up on such a lover unless a more capable and attractive partner comes along and seduces them?”
“…”
“Huh? Why?”
Thinking about it myself, I was smirking thinking that I had made a very funny joke.
Billy tilted his head.
Because Joan of Arc caused a pupil earthquake.
Despite all the drastic means, I deliberately told her the most moderate way that even she would agree to.
Why do you act like you’ve heard nonsense?
While Billy looks on curiously.
She opened her mouth with a bewildered yet perplexed face.
“That junior? I am a nun.”
“…I know, too?”
“I didn’t make a formal oath, but I am a body that has made a commitment to the Lord to live chastely for the rest of my life.”
“So, do you know?”
Billy was shaken up.
Joan of Arc was a woman who shunned men all her life and lived a pious life.
It was famous that she was a devout believer, to the extent that even after the march of madness, the title of saintess itself remained.
But why are you emphasizing that?
Leaving the dubious Billy behind.
Like someone who was encouraged to commit a crime to pay off her debt, she was fiddling with the hem of her nun’s uniform.
At the end of not knowing what to do.
Joan of Arc asked in a trembling voice.
“What do you mean, junior… are you saying that the Lord wants the shepherd to save the lamb that fell into the swamp even if it gets dirty with mud?”
“I don’t know what you mean, but isn’t that the way a shepherd should be?”
What is this random question?
Even though he didn’t understand why, Billy answered steadily.
Cowboys are originally shepherds.
If you aim at livestock, whether you are a thief or a wild beast, put a bullet through it.
The lost cattle were the toughest shepherds in the world who searched the wilderness to find them.
In fact, its origins are the musketeers of the Geumryong clan who protected white people from the Indians’ slave hunting, but that’s a story he only heard from his old teacher.
Anyway, as far as you know.
There’s no cowboy in the world who doesn’t save livestock from drowning because he’s afraid of mud.
Looking at the junior who asserts.
Joan of Arc closed her eyes.
“In the end, everything is the Lord’s will,” said the man.
“yep?”
“Your brother is right. A person who neglects the misfortune of a lamb in order to save himself is not qualified to be a shepherd.”
“…”
It seemed that he had resigned himself to something.
Or as promised.
Seeing Joan of Arc quietly muttering, Billy blinked.
Why?
I was just responding to the consultation.
For some reason, I felt like I was becoming a garbage pup.
“Senior, I’m asking just in case. That story just…”
“Don’t worry, junior. I will do my best.”
‘I’m more worried after hearing that?’
Something is wrong.
Billy, realizing the fact only belatedly, broke into a cold sweat and tried to correct his words.
But he was too late.
Despite numerous pressures, he fought against the British Empire.
A woman who never stopped advancing until she died.
Life itself is only forward and rushing.
No matter how many times you fall
The single-minded saintess, who had never retreated in her entire life, was already clenching her dainty fists and solidifying her resolve.
“In that sense, I have something to ask of you.”
“Uhm, I’d be happy to do anything if it was your request, but…”
“I’ll give you any amount of steamed potatoes.”
“No, I don’t mean to ask for anything in return.”
“If that’s not enough, I can make the potato salad I learned recently.”
“…Tell me what your request is. Unless it’s impossible, I’ll listen.”
Will you do me a favor after I get a stomach ache from eating potatoes?
Or will you just do me a favor?
Billy nodded his head with tears in his eyes at the very kind choice between the two.
And…
“…are you kidding?”
“Of course I’m serious.”
Billy makes a weird face.
In the middle of Joan of Arc’s grin.
Gandhi, who had been listening to the conversation between the two with a consistent face, muttered warmly.
“This will also be different.”
* * *
Yuna-kyung, who secretly stole the sculpture, is caught.
When his plan to get out of his status as Hasneti’s concubine by finishing the promise to present 1000 sculptures was exposed.
Limon thought.
‘It’s over.’
The reason he had no choice but to plot this secretly was because her runaway was getting worse and worse.
But the plan went awry.
How will Hasneti come out?
It was unimaginable.
It was to the point where I thought it would be rather fortunate if her anger was relieved to the extent of being attacked in front of Joan of Arc.
Right now at this moment.
That’s why Limon felt strange.
“Did you really work on it whenever you were alone, except in the middle of the night?”
“…Actually, I worked on a lot more in my spare time. These days, I often share a bed with Pharaoh.”
“is it.”
Shell casings are as common as stones here in Africa.
But from the surface to the inside.
Carve a beautiful pattern on it.
drill a small hole and put it in
At the end of looking back at the sculpture, which was made to draw a fantastic fountain of light as the sunlight that seeped through the hole was reflected on the pattern.
Hasneti said in a hoarse voice.
“Don’t do that anymore.”
“You mean never make sculptures again?”
“No, it means that you can make it at will instead of hiding it.”
“…I’m serious?”
“Unlike you, I do not lie about this.”
“…”
“Promise me one thing instead.”
“what?”
“I will definitely make it in front of my eyes.”
If you keep that one condition, I’ll let you make whatever piece you want.
Seeing Hasnetty talking quietly, Limon put on a puzzled expression.
Burn all the sculptures.
Whether you put a chain on it and tie it up.
I thought Hasneti was going to do something.
Rather, it was because he did not know that he would openly allow him to make sculptures.
“Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Because you were just trying to keep your promise.”
“….”
Their promise in the first place was that he would make 1000 sculptures and if he couldn’t, it would be hers.
I have no intention of blaming you for trying to keep your promise belatedly.
Hasneti said quietly.
“I’m sorry you hid it from me, but I don’t think there’s any reason to be angry at that level of angst.”
It’s a natural right as a concubine to act like an antagonist.
Seeing her talking while putting down the sculpture, Limon felt a more complicated feeling.
‘…This is unexpected.’
after that happened.
Hasneti has definitely changed.
Not in a bad sense, but in a good sense.
If it had been before, she would have been furious with anger and harassed him for days and days, coveting him in the name of punishment.
Of course you don’t show anger.
Rather, giving her even a little bit of freedom showed her change.
what is the reason for that change.
Limon knew instinctively.
‘I’ve become somewhat relaxed.’
There was no more sharp aura of nervousness, anger and hunger like a wounded beast that Hasneti had had before.
Instead, what I feel is leisure.
The enemy you were chasing disappears.
Find a safe nest.
The relaxed feeling of being able to take a nap while holding her mate in her arms, like a beast, flowed naturally from her now.
Clearly, that fact in itself was reassuring.
At least it was better than having her run amok right now.
but….
