Episode 4
âI donât have any business in town yet, but if you want, Iâll ride down to town with you today. Iâm doing you a favor, and you should be grateful.â
The boyâs eyes widened at Hestiaâs unexpected words. But then he lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, and chewed on his lower lip.
She had expected him to be pleased with her words. Instead, his expression grew even stranger, and Hestia was puzzled. Perhaps that was why.
âOf course, you can stay here for a few more days if you want. As long as you follow a few rules.â
Sheâd made a suggestion she would never have made normally.
I couldnât help but notice the strange look on the boyâs face, even though I knew I would regret this moment one day.
The boyâs pupils fLouttered slightly as he considered Hestiaâs options.
âActuallyâ¦â¦.â
The boyâs lips curled into a tight line as he chose his words.
âNot yet, I donât know.â
The words spat out with effort were short, but perhaps this was the truth he was struggling with right now.
âOf course not, I was going to kick you out if you said you wanted to stay right here.â
Iâve lived long enough to have seen a lot of shit.
Hestia shuddered slightly as if she didnât even want to think about it.
Perhaps emboldened by her lighthearted tone, the boy pursed his lips, choosing his words carefully. When he finally made up his mind, he gingerly lifted his head to meet Hestiaâs gaze.
â.â¦..Can I stay here a little longer?â
Hestiaâs eyes were no longer wary, but questioning.
âUh, yeah. Iâm only letting you stay because youâre cute.â
Hestia tilted her head and smiled brightly at the boy.
The boy looked dumbfounded as if he had never heard such a thing before.
âBut not for long. Iâm thinking of moving soon.â
Hestiaâs calm demeanor intensified the boyâs suspicions.
He couldnât understand why she had allowed him to stay without asking him who he was. It didnât matter how long or short she would stay. She hadnât intended to stay long in the first place.
The boy bit his lower lip.
âYou havenât asked me anything about me yet, and I might put you in dangerâ¦â¦.â
The boyâs question and worry was this. Would someone innocent get hurt again because of him? That he would hurt someone who reached out to him in good faith.
He was a sinner. A sinner who couldnât protect his people. If I hurt someone who reached out to me in good faith like thisâ¦â¦.
The boy gripped his teacup so tightly that it rattled. His face contorted as if he were about to burst into tears. It was a heaviness that was unexpected for someone so young.
âItâs okay, my life is pretty tough. Iâm not going to tell you about me, either, so letâs just punch each other.â
Hestia threw her hands up in the air and smiled as if life were no big deal.
âThump, eh?â
The boy repeated, not understanding what she meant.
âSam-sam, no. I mean, letâs call it a tie. Itâs grown-up talk, so itâs okay if you donât understand, just let it flow.â
Hestia threw up her hands and said.
The boy narrowed his eyes, not liking how Hestia kept treating him like a child.
No one had ever treated him like a child before, and it felt unfamiliar.
But that wasnât the point of this conversation. The boy returned to the point and opened his mouth.
âYou could get hurt because of me. Itâs not an easy decision to make. If you stay with me, everyoneâ¦â¦.â
I felt unhappy.
He shouldnât have let himself be taken in so easily. The boy curled up tightly, his lips dry. He stood still, waiting for her answer.
â.â¦..It doesnât matter.â
The boyâs eyes widened in surprise at her response.
âOn the contrary, Iâll be glad if my misfortune doesnât reach you. It may be you, not me, who needs to be careful, so you should think about it. And know that I have no intention of telling you anything about myself.â
Her tone was breezy in contrast to the heavy content. The discrepancy confused the boy even more.
After a short pause.
âOne question, then.â
The boyâs golden eyes hardened as he made up his mind.
They were still a mixture of wariness and questioning, but they seemed to be weighed down by the boyâs hard-won decision.
âJust tell me how I got here.â
âIÂ was out gathering herbs at night and found you down, so I picked you up.â
Dahlgrak.
Turo Hestia, still lightheaded, set down her teacup.
âWas â¦â¦anyone around, anyone else?â
âNope. No one.â
Unlike the boy, who was cautiously phrasing his words, Hestia was adamant. She could sense what the boy wanted to ask.
But Hestia didnât want to leave him with just words or an afterthought.
The death of someone was such a thing, and the hopes and expectations of what might have been brought about only led to greater frustration and despair.
So Hestia did not wish to offer such false comfort or hope.
âAhâ¦â¦.â
The boy groaned in agony and covered his face with both hands.
He rubbed his face roughly in frustration, then asked again.
âWhere am I, where am I?â
The boy eyed Hestia shrewdly, wondering if she was lying.
âThe terrain is a bit vague, but itâs close to the village of Silio.â
But this time, Hestiaâs quick response didnât lie.
âIfâ¦â¦Â youâre trying to turn me over to someone, or kill me.â
The boy sneaks a glance at Hestia.
âIf thatâs what youâre going to say, just get out of here. The exit is that way, and Iâve fed you enough.â
Hestia rolled her eyes and pointed firmly toward the exit.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that.â
The boy threw up his hands impatiently and spoke quickly.
âYouâre quick to apologize.â
Hestia smirked and raised the corners of her mouth as if her earlier reaction had been a joke.
The boy gave her a puzzled look, then asked softly.
âYour name, Hestia, is it real?â
âWell, I wouldnât call it a real name, but itâs Hestia.â
The boy scratched his head at the vague answer.
âThen may I ask how old you are?â
âUm, no, because thatâs the hardest question for me. But arenât we supposed to never ask each other anything?â
Embarrassment flashed across the boyâs face as he shook his head at Hestiaâs mild question.
As if sensing the boyâs embarrassment, Hestia changed the subject.
âMake your choice before the sun goes down. Do you want to stay or do you want to leave today?â
Hestiaâs urgency made the boy look as if he wanted to be sick.
âWait, wait, give me a minute to think.â
The boy cried out urgently, but all he needed was reassurance for his already leaning decision.
Hestia nodded and calmly began to drink her tea as if it didnât matter what the boy chose.
As Hestia stared into her empty cup, debating whether or not to make more tea, the boy finished.
âIâm sorry, but Iâll only be indebted to you for a few days, and Iâll make it up to you later, donât worry.â
The boy looked determined, his eyes glazed over, and Hestia grinned broadly, thinking the boy was cute as she watched him try to play the grown-up.
âHaha. Where did you learn to talk like that, child?â
She ran a hand through the boyâs soft navy bLoue hair.
âYouâre cute because you look so smart, but just be yourself. I donât need a reward, so donât worry about it, and I have more money than I thought I did.â
The boy flinched at Hestiaâs unexpected touch, then glanced at her hand, which had returned to its proper place, and spoke quietly.
â.â¦..Please, call me Theo.â
âHuh?â
Hestiaâs eyes narrowed at the sight of a boy suddenly saying my name.
âIâm not as young as you think I am, so you can call me Theo.â
The boyâs brow furrowed as if the constant references to him as a child had been bothering him all this time.
I wasnât sure if Theo was his real name, but I didnât bother to ask.
âOkay, okay, just donât make a face.â
Hestia reached out and gently rubbed Theoâs forehead. Her voice was still full of laughter, but her tone was soothing.
Theo clamped his jaw shut in disgust and jerked backward, away from Hestiaâs touch.
Hestia shrugged and withdrew her outstretched hand.
âNow, here are the rules. First.â
Hestia extended her index finger, and it was Theo who was caught off guard.
âWait! Are you sure youâre not going to ask about me?â
Theoâs eyes narrowed as if he didnât want to have to ask anything.
Hestia narrowed her eyes as well, then stroked the tip of her chin.
âMmm.â
Askedâ¦â¦.
Hestia rolled her eyes and thought briefly.@@novelbin@@
âNothing.â
But her answer was terse. Her clear brown eyes showed that she meant it.
âIf I had to go out on a limb and ask, why do you think you chose to stay here, Dae-Jung?â
Theo hadnât even answered the question.
âI donât feel comfortable asking you why you chose to stay when I made the first offer and to be honest, I donât want to get bogged down in shallow sympathy and bonding while we get to know each otherâs stories.â
Hestia smiled softly, a hint of resignation in her tone. No, perhaps it was more like resignation.
Theo understood the meaning behind the smile. His uneven life had made him more sensitive to other peopleâs emotions than most.
So he couldnât say anything more.
Mate!
Hestia clapped her hands cheerfully to lighten the mood.
âNow, Iâm going to tell you the rules again, and youâre going to listen carefully because thereâs no second time.â
Realizing how many words she was about to spit out, Hestia took a deep breath and spoke quickly.
âFirst, always ask permission before leaving the house. Weâre deep in the woods and thereâs a lot of dangerous wildlife, and you donât want to go out and leave a dead body behind.â
Second, keep it clean. I donât like messy things.
And third, if you ever leave, you will keep everything about your life here a secret, incLouding things about me. Thatâs it!â
Huh. Hestia blew out a long breath and looked at Theo with pride.