The One Who Was the Main Character, the One Who Was the Villain (2)
Knock knock——.
As we went back as the old knight had told us, we came across a small wooden house. We approached it and knocked on the well-worn wooden door.
"Who are you? I think I paid back what I borrowed before."
Arban Resia, dressed a little shabbily, opened the door and came out.
"Hello, I'm sorry for stopping by so suddenly. I———."
Kwaang——!
"...Huh"
As soon as Arban Resia saw my face, she frowned slightly and grabbed the doorknob, slamming the door shut with such force that the wind blew Hayler's hair.
"What did I do wrong..?"
Hayler felt Nadia's frightening gaze slowly approaching from behind, but tried to remain calm and asked Arvan Resia, who was inside.
"Why have you come here, a nobleman? Are you here to extort something or drink alcohol?"
Hayler looked momentarily taken aback by the words, which seemed to limit Hayler to a villain.
"I wouldn't even try that..."
"..."
When it seemed impossible to continue talking, Hayler felt uneasy, but he decided to call it a day.
'I guess I've been through a lot with nobles... I guess I'll have to try to talk to them until we can have a conversation.'
Nadia followed Hayler, who was walking backwards, and walked at the same pace as if she was supporting him.
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"I want to tie it here."
"Are you a single person? If you are a single person, it's four silver coins."
"yes."
Eventually, night fell, so Hayler had no choice but to rent two rooms to use as lodging.
"I didn't think it would be easy, but... it definitely feels that way."
Taking off his outer garment and putting on light clothing, Hayler sat down in a chair, quickly fetched a book he had been reading, and opened the cover by the light of the candle.
It's a commonplace story, like the unread foreign essays you find in every library. But it has its own set of values.
When a story becomes commonplace, it is also fun to look at the writer's values.
What if you knew everything about that author's values and stories? Then, you could just look at where they use spacing and what words they frequently use.
That's how writing was born.
In every piece of writing, the writer's life is reflected.
The writing of a writer who has had a difficult life feels somewhat sad, as if he is trying to write as brightly as possible.
From now on, I will steal a peek into this writer's life to find out what he saw, what inspiration he gained, and what his goals were.
Next to me, the candle wax burns and melts, and before my eyes, letters written in black ink flutter as the book moves on to the next story.
'Yes, this is healing!'
Hayler's eyes became moist as his heart swelled with this small sense of peace.
The situation of being hit and hit seemed sweet because it was so integrated into my daily life.
"It's a bit like that because there aren't many things to drink these days... but whatever."
'I couldn't afford to pay my cell phone bill, so I used a flip phone.'
Turup..
Hayler covered the book cover, extinguished the sparks in the candle, and lay down on the bed.
A cozy, lightly perfumed bed, a comfortable, and appropriately atmospherically decorated room.
'This is the best.'
After a good night's sleep, things might get better than they are now.
It's hard to say that my life is nothing special... but there were so many things that made me go crazy...
"Still, was it okay?"
I can only hope that this room, shining blue in the moonlight, will become my future.
The eyes that were slowly closing were soon completely closed.
Clank———..
"...Are you sleeping?"
Nadia, with her small voice, cautiously entered the room where Hayler was staying.
"You're sleeping."
Nadia saw Hayler sleeping and walked over to the bed, playing with Hayler's hair.
"You always have great hair."
A smiling Nadia kissed Hayler's white hair.
Since ancient times, a kiss on the head has been a strong will to look only at the person you love, regardless of age or gender.
"I will offer my purity to this."
Nadia's blue eyes were shining like a water bottle containing moonlight.
