I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

105 – Two Faces (5)

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“Ugh,”

The sight that had been cut off immediately returned after seeing Sylvia’s raised hand, but the scene before my eyes had changed in an instant.

My eyes, no, the whole world went dark.

It wasn’t that my eyes were still closed, it was because it was already nighttime.

It seemed like I had passed out until night, but it felt like I had been teleported to a dark area.

But it was clear that she had passed out from the impact of hitting me, as her head was throbbing as if it was going to burst.

“Aww,”

As I slowly looked around, I let out a short scream.

It was not the head that hit her, but the pain she felt in her neck.

His neck seemed stiff, perhaps because he had been in one position for a long time while unconscious.

I slowly lowered my gaze, turning my head here and there to avoid the pain as much as possible, and saw a small bonfire burning in the middle of the room.

The clothes she had brought were also covering my body.

Somehow, it didn’t seem that cold,

It seemed clear that Sylvia had taken steps to ensure that I did not shiver while I was unconscious.

Even though I was the one who knocked him out.

“…after,”

I sighed slowly and became lost in thought.

Although I still felt a bit confused, I was able to take some time to gather my thoughts since Sylvia wasn’t right in front of me.

First of all, the very fact that she is not in this cabin is strange.

Of course, it was no secret that she had been going out somewhere every night recently.

When I asked her where she was going, she just smiled and said it was a secret, but she never answered.

When she returned in the morning, she sometimes brought game, and sometimes she brought back corpses.

One time, she brought a bottle of cheap wine she had once shared with him, recalling that the fire had never reached the Millwood Village cellar.

I couldn’t figure out where she was going or why she was going out every night, but at least I had a vague idea why she wasn’t sleeping.

Although Sylvia didn’t say it herself, it was easy to infer the reason from the way she always stayed by my side until I fell asleep.

The day I disappeared into the spirit world following Pia.

I took advantage of the moment when Sylvia was sleeping and secretly left her side.

Sylvia, who thought I was dead, must have been very upset with herself for falling asleep that day.

Knowingly or unknowingly, her attitude and mood changed after our reunion.

In the past, she treated me like a child who needed to be protected,

Now it seemed as if I was dealing with a precious jewel that I could never lose or use.

In the past, they would often talk about training or teaching them how to use a sword, but these days, they don’t even let them touch the blade.

This uncomfortably caring attitude towards me probably stemmed from the despair and loss she felt that day when she lost me.

I can’t sleep, because time with myself is too precious.

Sylvia used to take care of important matters at night while I was asleep, and during the day she would only do simple tasks that could be completed in an hour or two.

And he spent all the other time sticking to me.

Since I could understand her feelings well enough, I didn’t criticize or question her about her rough physical contact and disappearance every night.

But even so, even now, at this moment, it felt a little strange that she had gone out somewhere.

Given her attitude, it seems only natural that she should stay by my side while I’m passed out until I wake up.

But she went out somewhere again today.

No matter how hard I listened, I couldn’t detect any sign of human presence along the entire lakeshore.

“I can’t sleep, so I’m not doing anything… Is there something I have to do every night?”

I muttered like that.

But, this wasn’t a problem I could figure out just by thinking about it.

I took another breath and began to turn my thoughts to the next topic.

“Ms. Sylvia… why did you attack me?”

It was quite predictable that she would not be pleased with my going out, and it was quite understandable that she would object.

Of course, my body is not immune to magic, and she has seen me die from magic poisoning, and actually lost me once as a result, so it was enough to frighten Sylvia.

But what was really surprising was that she attacked me at all.

Actually, I couldn’t see it properly.

All I saw was her raising her hand, and I didn’t even see it flying towards me, so I couldn’t be sure if she hit me or if she cast some kind of magic.

But at least there was no doubt that it had shocked me enough to leave me unconscious all night.

I thought I knew Sylvia well.

Since I’ve been with her for quite some time and she’s someone I love, I can now distinguish between her facial expressions, gestures, and nonverbal cues like her eyes, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I know her well.

When I saw her trembling voice and gestures, and the way she listened to me without saying anything, I was sure that I had convinced her.

I could clearly feel that she had agreed to grant my little wish to go to Layla’s grave.

But why on earth?

Did she change her attitude and attack me in an instant?

I slowly went back over what I had said.

Although our conversation had already taken place a long time ago, it felt like it had just happened a moment ago, so it wasn’t hard to recall.

‘Why don’t we go to the river like we used to and take a bath?’

That’s it.

As soon as she heard those words, Sylvia’s expression hardened coldly.

Why?

There’s no reason to feel embarrassed about bathing together now.

You wouldn’t make me faint just because you were worried I’d catch a cold or something.

Is the river the problem, not the bath?

river?

What’s in that river?

Does she go to the river every night?

Is there some secret hidden in that river that I can’t tell you?

I don’t know.

Even though I racked my brain with complicated thoughts, the conclusion I came to was the pitiful conclusion that I knew nothing.

There was only one way to find out.

“You’ll know when you go.”

I tried to slowly get up.

“uh?”

But the body did not rise.

It was only then that I realized that my arms were bound to the wall.

I looked at my arms, which were tied parallel to each other on either side of my body, and was dumbfounded at my own dullness.

Of course, there were excuses.

I had just woken up from a faint, my arms were still tied down naturally, and I couldn’t feel anything else because of the bruises on my head.

First, I calmed my surprised heart and slowly tried to pull my wrist that was pinned to the wall.

“Eww!”

A sharp pain flashed across my wrist for a moment, then hot blood spread along my wrist and into my palm.

I looked closely at the tools that bound my wrists through the faint, flickering light of the campfire.

“…knife?”

knife.

More precisely, it was a blade.

The longsword’s blade was bent into a U shape and wrapped around my wrist, with both ends embedded in the wall.

“…oh my god.”

It was extremely confusing.

It was so scary that she not only knocked me out, but also restrained me.

I had no idea how they bent the solid iron sword, nor how they drove the curved blade into the wall made of thick logs.

No, actually I could tell.

No, it would be closer to not knowing.

This is not some trick or secret technique, but a restraint created through brute force that defies common sense.

Why on earth did Miss Sylvia do this to me when I was unconscious?

Of course, there’s no way you’ve prepared anything to lock me up, but even so, you’re worried about me and are restraining me with such a cold, cold thing?

Because I’m trying to go out?

You know I’ll be back anyway,

Why don’t you trust me?

Did I not give her that much confidence?

“Ugh,”

I frowned at the sharp sting I felt on my wrist.

Suddenly, cold sweat started running down my face.

Fortunately, the cut on his wrist wasn’t deep, so there wasn’t much bleeding.

But the sticky, unpleasant feeling of the blood drying on my palm and the cold fear of the sharp blade wrapped around my wrist froze me.

My heart is pounding.

The instinctive cry to escape immediately kept scattering the rational judgment that was trying to think of a way to do so.

With my paltry brute force, I couldn’t even pull out the blade stuck deep into the wall, so if I pulled my wrist with careless force, it would only cut me deeper.

There may be some magic that I have learned so far that could be useful, but it was not easy to immediately recall magic that I had only learned in theory in this urgent situation.

What can I do?

Teleport?

At least I had memorized the recipe, but I couldn’t use it now because it required both hands to be free, the possibility of failure was too high, and that failure could result in fatal death.

Wind cutter?

That too required aiming, was weak for cutting through walls, and if I aimed for the blade and made a wrong move, there was a chance that my wrist would be blown off as well.

Flame?

It’s useless now unless we burn this shack down.

Summon a golem?

First, you need to have a piece that will become the shape of the golem.

What can I do?

What have I learned?

My head was in a state of confusion.

The more I tried to think of a way out of this situation, the more nothing came to mind.

The pain in my head and wrists, the fear of being tied down, and the suffocation I was only just beginning to feel were making it impossible for me to think clearly.

For some reason, I felt a ticklish feeling all over my body.

I wanted to twist my body wildly.

But that can’t be done.

I literally couldn’t move.

Of course, if I gritted my teeth and pulled my wrist as if it were a cut, I could have been freed, whether the sword was pulled out or my wrist was cut off, but I didn’t have that kind of courage.

I didn’t want to lose my wrist over something stupid like this.

A feeling of helplessness weighed heavily on my body.

I was scared of Sylvia.

The moment I thought I understood everything about her, this completely incomprehensible and violent behavior occurred, and it was terrifying.

It was scary because I couldn’t understand it.

I can’t believe Ms. Sylvia is doing this to me.

Why, why on earth?

How, to me…

“Help me?”

I looked ahead, startled by the sudden voice.

“Can you let me go?”

A silver-haired boy with fox ears twitching on either side of Jeongsu-ri looked at me and spoke.

It was Pia.

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