The escortâs blade was held to his neck as Hubris started to hold out his hand. He didnât care. Her mocking voice came quickly.
âWhy, because itâs a God-given life?â
âNo, no, no. My ladyâsâŠ.â
âWhat? The very existence itself is preciousâŠâŠ? What is so precious about my existence?â
Hubris hesitated to answer. Because to him, life was all âequalâ, regardless of oneâs standing.
He couldnât tell the lady in front of him that it was just as precious as the wild grass on the side of the road. Because it was logic that ordinary people wouldnât understand.
âYou just donât want to hear that someone you know is dead. Isnât that right?â
âAre you afraid that I would blame you? I might want to live if you held me onceâŠâŠ like this kind of thing?â
With those words, the memory of his dead motherâs body who took poison made him tremble. He suddenly hated the woman in front of him who spoke harshly without knowing anything.
As High Priest, he saved the lives of thousands of people. Those who attempted suicide said over and over again that they must have made the wrong choice when they came back to life in his hands, and thanked him for saving their life.
Since then, Hubris has thought about it every night. He thought if only he had found his mother sooner, he could have saved her, and that she might be regretting her own choice.
In an uncomfortably venomous tone, Hubris replied that he was confident she would not regret it. His neat nails dug into his palms. And his despair swelled quietly.
âYou know what? A person, no matter how much they want to die, you canât cheer them up when they are so depressed.â
âShould I live my life well now because God has helped me? Youâre wrong. Iâm such a fool that I canât even die properly and fail. Every timeâŠâŠ If I repeat it, both regret and fear fade away. No, noâŠâŠ I feel like Iâm just whittling away little by little.â
Maybe he canât save her.
âWhy do you have that look on your face? Are you afraid? You think Iâm gonna die right now?â
âBe quiet. Master is having an important conversation.â
Hubris twisted his body back and forth to resist, but the difference in physical strength between a priest and a knight was huge. Unable to move, as her escort knight, who was always walking behind her, held him firmly. Then a scream was heard from the lake shore.
âAnswer me! Why me! Why! Why must it be me! Some people must have dreamed of something like this! But why must it be me! Why! Why the hell!â
Hubris wanted her to deny it. Saying she didnât know, that she was deceived herself, that she wonât see her again, or words asking for forgiveness⊠But she only smiled coldly.
âAre you going to file a complaint with the Vatican? Itâs all right. Thatâs what I was hoping for. I canât die if I was stabbed, but if I was burned at the stakeâŠ.. Go ahead and accuse me.â
âAnakin, release High Priest Hubris. Only then will he be able to accuse me.â
As soon as her escort knight threw him in front of her, she approached him, drew a sword, and threw it in front of him.
âKill me with that sword. The woman who has a connection with the witch is also a witch? Why donât you kill me off after being so cruel? Is my blood dirty?â
Hubris thought he was quite disciplined to hear harsh words. He thought he could listen as well as he did
when he first heard it from his mother. But her sadness ended up burning up Hubrisâs throat.
He never expected to be recognized by everyone. Nor did he want everyone to like him. If any, it would have been a small expectation. Yet he couldnât believe the only two women he ever wanted to be liked by, were rejecting him.
She smiled at him like someone caught up green and beautiful eyes.
âHigh Priest, itâs not a difficult request. Just keep pretending that you donât know me like you do now. The fact that Iâm a stranger⊠The fact that Iâm in communication with a witchâŠâ
He couldnât pretend not to know. He didnât want to repeat the same tragedy that night.
âIâm about to die anyway. But I promise. I wonât die in front of you, and I wonât show up in front of you when Iâm a ghost.â
âWhy, why do you talk like that? Your sadness is painful. Itâs too much.â
ââŠâŠNo, no. What can I do? I want to ask forgiveness for your angerâŠâŠ. So, so pleaseâŠâŠ.â
âDonât die?â
Live. There are days when he regrets not being able to say that word to his mother. LiveâŠâŠ.
In the end, tears that could not be contained flowed down both cheeks. He wanted her to need him. He said that if she did anything wrong, he would forgive her for anything she did, so please donât give up on her life.
Hubris looked up at her with his hopes. Her white, beautiful hand wiped away his tears. A soft smile under the moonlight. During the day, the woman in her prostituteâs clothes changed her form in an instant to the Holy Mother.
Hubris has always been holding onto something since he was born. First it was the motherâs umbilical cord, then it was the hem of the priestâs robe, and when he realized the reason, he held the truth created by God in his hand.
He prayed to God. This time he asked God to let him hold this womanâs hand. He begged in his heart for a chance to save her from her death.
âDonât pity me. Itâs annoying.â
That was the end. The world flickered.
I originally liked the night market. The night is calm, but I like the unusual atmosphere made up of peopleâs noises and lights. So when I heard that the night market was opening, I had to go there.
The problem was the clothes. When I got off the train, I threw away all my luggage, and all I had left was the black dress I was wearing, with the exception of the red dress I brought to disguise as a prostitute,
Black clothes were usually worn at funerals, so there was a risk that they would be visible if they were worn
on a regular basis. Even though I have a striking appearance, if even the clothes stand out, itâs like informing the neighborhood that Iâm an aristocratic lady with a story.
So I paid the girl I saw at the inn during the day and asked her to buy clothes that would suit the common people.
The inn girl measured my body with an anxious face wondering if she couldnât even touch my body and then bought some clean, non-sparkling cotton clothes, Contrary to my worries, the clothes fit me perfectly
Iâll have to go buy some sweets at the night market later and give it to her to compliment her skills,
Walking out the door in a white and beige tunic dress, I saw Anakin was waiting at the door like a loyal dog, causing me to sigh.
ââŠAnakin, change your clothes and come.â
If he wears armor, no matter how I wear casual clothes like a commoner, Iâll look like a lady.
Although it is not a countryside with only fields and forests like Bonito, the Randol region was no different from the capital city. I wondered, is it close to a resort city where people come to enjoy the lake and nature?
Therefore, the night market was more simple and clunky than fanciful.
You have to hold something in your mouth to see a night market! I first turned to the area that sells food. As expected, there were many kinds that were simply grilled over charcoal.
At first, I didnât want to eat chicken because it was common, and was afraid that eating frog would get me a stomachache, so I decided to eat the most normal sausage. But they all look similar on the surface. I stood in front of the store to ask the owner in a friendly way.
âHello. How much is a sausage?â
âMadam! A sausage this big is only three echromi a piece! You wonât regret it.â
3 echrom is 3 fairy tales. If I had to compare it to Korea, it was about 1,500 won? But for that price, the sausage was really thick and shiny. I swallowed my saliva and asked.
âDoes it all taste the same?â
âNo! They have a variety of flavors from raw meat to cheese and spices. Theyâre all the same price.â
Do I want to eat meat with spices or just meat? After thinking about it, I asked if I could buy one for Anakin, who was standing in the back looking confused.
âWhat do you want to eat?â
âYes?â
âOh ho! What a nice lady! Are you two married? Since youâre both feeling awkward, you must be newlyweds.â