For a moment, as if he was hearing the cry in my heart, something blue lingered on Kyleâs blade.
And when the troll came almost a mile away and lifted the stone axe, he suddenly disappeared.
ââ¦!â
I opened my eyes wide and stared straight ahead.
The troll stood still with his axe. And, as if by magic, Kyle was back in the place where he was.
I couldnât figure out what had happened.
But a few seconds later, the troll fell to the floor.
I covered my mouth in surprise.
It was bizarre to see it fall to the floor as if its whole body had been cut into pieces, rather than fall because his neck was cut off.
Steam was rising from the blade Kyle was holding.
Only his horse was watching this scene casually.
ââ¦â
I got goosebumps rather than being disgusted.
[The God of Art, Mond, frowns.]
[The God of Destruction, Ciel, runs around happily.]
All of a sudden, I was touched by the status quo of him being a Sword Master.
That troll, turned into chunks of minced meat and slimes, probably wonât know what happened until the moment of its death.
His red eyes were still gleaming with terrifying flesh.
â â¦Are you afraid of me?â
Suddenly I heard his voice.
I looked into his eyes.
A monotonous sense of fatigue stood in his red eyes as he looked at the place where the troll had died.
A person who thinks itâs trivial to kills something. What kind of life did he lead until this happened?
âThe lieutenants advised me. To save my smile while slaughtering. Strange rumors circulate about me among the soldiers.â
ââ¦â
âAfter that, my expression completely hardened. Sometimes I donât know what kind of face I have.â
With a squeaky sound, Kyle slowly put the sword into the scabbard.
ââ¦Iâm not afraid of Your Highness.â
After thinking for a moment, I opened my mouth to him. Then I saw him wriggle his eyebrows.
âYou seem to have more courage than I thought.â
His self-helpful voice was calm, but somehow his eyes seemed lonely.
Is there anyone who dares to approach Kyle with his sword drawn?
I couldnât understand the loneliness and responsibility he had, but I suddenly remembered what I wanted to say.
âIf we were enemies, I would never want to meet you, but if youâre an ally, youâre the most reliable person.â
I mustered up the courage to speak a little more.
He slowly turned his gaze towards me.
ââ¦An ally.â
âYou just protected me. With that terrifying sword.â
It was a huge troll. If I had been hit by that ax blade, I would have died immediately.
ââ¦So donât treat yourself like a monster. If itâs real monsters, then weâre talking about that.â
I pointed to the troll for a moment, then squeaked and looked away again.
âItâs terrible to see it again.â
Hearing my foolish advice, he stared curiously at the troll for a long time.
âAh. Of course, I agree with the advice of the lieutenants. If you smile with a sword in your hand, you will come out in dreams.â
His eyebrows seemed to wrinkle a little at my words, and a deep smile appeared on his lips.
âYouâre becoming more rude in your words.â
âI believe in your promise to guarantee my life.â
Immediately, he shook his head as if he was dumbfounded. There was a deep smile on his lips that I had never seen before.
After a while.
A challenge was set before us in the order of schedule.
âThe horse ran away, and there is only one way.â
[The God of Art, Mond, jeers Kyle, accusing him of being an obvious mastermind.]
[The God of Love, Odyssey, cheers for this typical cliché.]
[The God of Destruction, Ciel, snorts.]
I put away the flickering chat window of the Gods in front of me and thought about it for a while.
Albertoâs horse ran away. And all thatâs left is Kyleâs horse, and we have another hour to ride.
Are there any sharp alternatives?
âAfter waiting for a while then borrowing a horse from a passerby isâ¦â
âSo youâre suggesting to extort. Thatâs not bad either.â
âN-no.â
Borrowing someone elseâs horse in a place where monsters like trolls roam around would be the same as telling that person to die.
âIâm not that conscientious either, but Iâm tired of having enemies.â
In the end, when I couldnât think of an alternative, I asked him in a bit of desperation.
âBut wouldnât it be too heavy if two people ride the horse?â
Then he reached out to his horse and touched its neck roughly.
âLiza is a trained warhorse. It wonât be tired of that kind of weight.â
âThatâs a relief.â
I was worried that it would be heavy, but it was a relief. Anyway, it was my first time riding a horse with someone.
âDidnât you say youâd rest more?â
He narrowed his eyebrows and asked me.
âItâs because I donât feel good enough to keep looking at that.â
I glanced at the trollâs corpse. Itâs not a corpse⦠Anyway, it was even worse.
âIt certainly is not a good view.â
I heard his voice mixed with laughter.
In fact, his movements were still unbelievable. I clearly realized the importance of not turning the tip of his sword into an enemy.
âHold my hand.â
Soon he got on his big horse and reached out his hand.
The saddle was wide, so I seemed to be able to ride in front of him without difficulty.
I reached out my hesitant hand to him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I know that he had broad shoulders and a good body, but he was surprisingly strong.
Without thinking about it, I almost hugged him and grabbed him.
ââ¦â
One hand on his waist and the other on his thigh.
When I barely managed to balance and turned my head to look up at him, who was closely attached, I found his stiff eyebrows.
ââ¦â
ââ¦â
A heavy silence fell between us.
I tried to regain my composure, but my voice trembled.
âI think I need to turn my leg a bit.â
At the moment, I was sitting with both legs in one direction and only my upper body was holding him, so I would have to turn one leg into a riding position to get a stable posture. And soon my lips were tingled.
Somehow, a low and dangerous voice flowed.
âI want you to put your hands away before that.â
âAh.â
âYour left hand.â
Then I lowered my head slightly and looked at my left hand that was holding his thigh. And the moment I knew what I was holding on to, the accident stopped.
â¦What have I done?
If there was a rewind button, I wanted to rewind time before getting on the horse.
So my left hand was holding the very bad part of him.
âI-Iâm sorry.â
Iâm not a stutterer, but I was stuttering like crazy in this situation.
I slowly removed my hand from him, stiffened.
ââ¦â
His close breath felt particularly irritating.
Kyleâs red eyes, who had just shattered the troll, were staring at me with a stern look.
With eyes so intense that I thought I might be the next victim after the troll.
âI thought it was your thigh.â
My two legs were in one direction and only my upper body was turned unnaturally, so it seems that the position was misunderstood.
âBecause itâs too hard.â
I made excuses in this embarrassing situation, but I soon realized that it was a mistake.
His eyebrows twitched.
âNo, itâs too thick.â
Ah, this isnât it either.
[The God of Destruction, Ciel, blushes, appreciating his magnificence.]
[The God of Benevolence, Oman, raises his lash and measures his not-thigh thigh.]
[The God of Art, Mond, sighs and acknowledges Kyleâs victory.]
The chat window in front of me shimmered, and a party was held at the oracle.
[The God of Love, Odyssey, publishes a poem called, âLove Is On His Thighâ.]
[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, redefines what thigh is.]
They were excited. Very excited.
[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, is biologically rigid⦠.]
I desperately ended the oracle that was becoming increasingly stale. Then I turned around and sat down with my back against him.
The gaze on the back of my head and the touch of my hand that still remained was driving me crazy.
â⦠Iâm sorry, it wasnât intentional.â
I realized that in embarrassing situations, itâs better to be quiet.
There was no answer from behind for a while.
As I wiggled my fingertips in the maddening silence, I heard his voice, which seemed a little angry.
âYeah.â
And before I could answer those words, I felt his firm upper body pressed against my back.
âIf it was intentional⦠.â
With a harsh voice, the horse immediately sprinted out of the ground.
âTodayâs hunting would have ended here.â
He wrapped one arm around my waist to keep me from falling and started running his horse. It was more dynamic and wilder than Albertoâs horse I had ridden earlier.
Every time the horse hit the ground, his hard chest slammed against my back. Kyle didnât say anything for a long time after that with his stiff eyebrows.