Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

39 – Driving on the Road, and Back*

I can confidently say that driving a wagon is very, very, very f*cking tough.

But I assure you, even if Grandpa Schumacher came and drove it for me, I wouldn’t drive it more calmly than I do now.

Why? Grandpa Schumacher probably never drove a carriage, and this horse is forcing me to calm down.

To express it in a slightly more insane state in a situation where fire and smoke have gone mad.

The person who is working as a coachman has two types of cars and all of them have normal licenses.

Imagine that behind my back, my boss at work and two comrades-in-arms I killed myself are watching my first road trip in another world with open eyes and closed eyes, respectively.

There.

Multiple, multiple.

“Purr.”

“Why isn’t this going here?”

No matter how much I rocked the reins, the horse didn’t seem to want to move quickly.

There was no difference between a person and an animal who went crazy with useless stubbornness. It’s because that’s the problem now.

“Purrule.”

Crunchy!

Trees devoured by the fire lay down on the roadside complaining of hunger.

The trails are narrower, and the fire guardrails are taller.

But I laughed hard and comforted him.

“Come on. Aren’t you nice?”

“Purrung.”

But that damn thing ended there.

At the same time, I felt as if that wagging mane was laughing at people, an unbearable rage began to dominate my body.

“Squad leader, have you ever heard of a human-drawn cart?”

“Yes?”

I didn’t listen to her answer.

Sereung.

I pulled out the selendian hanging next to me.

And then I put it on his ass.

I could feel it trembling in surprise when I touched something cold, even though I was wearing gloves.

“Seriously, I think it would be better if I cut this guy down and I pull the cart.”

“Hee hee hee?”

Perhaps he heard me, I felt his legs speed up a bit.

But it wasn’t enough to get out of the woods yet, so I lightly tapped the guy’s thigh with my sword and said.

“What are you doing? Do you think I can’t pull it off?”

He slightly turned his head, but the red-stained knife was still shinning.

Multiple, multiple.

Only then did the horse understand my words and create a miracle of acting according to them.

But it seemed like he listened too well.

Dagdak, dagdak, dagdak.

It was full of sparks before my eyes, it passed, and it was full again.

It was clear that the horse was going as fast as it could.

“Hee hee hee hee!!”

What he said, he couldn’t understand.

Of course, it was because he was unable to speak.

With no windshield, the headwind blowing in made only one thought come to my mind.

Ah, this is why people suddenly go into an accident.

Jerky!

To make matters worse, the bumps on the road were no joke, and the fight and smoke from earlier made my insane brain spit out all sorts of strange words.

“Dog navigator, I will point you to the highway!”

“What are you talking about, Mr. Ghouse!”

“This is a prayer from the Far East praying to God for a safe trip and peace of mind!!!”

While feeling the importance of the suspension, the wagon shook greatly, and a scream was heard with the sound of something bouncing from behind.

“Kyaaa!!”

I let go of the reins and reflexively reached back.

Wack!

“I got it!”

Fortunately, we managed to catch her before she was thrown out of her wagon.

Our eyes met for a moment, then I turned my head forward again and tried to catch the fluttering reins.

“If you are uncomfortable, please go and sit next to the corpse.”

“Thank you.”

Kook.

Prianian Squad Leader obeyed his words and grabbed my Gambison.

The feeling of being pulled back was like a bus handle, but it wasn’t bad.

The fire was getting stronger. Now it was all or nothing.

After barely grabbing the steering wheel or the reins.

Slap!

I shouted as I tightened the reins.

“Recite the horse head!”

“Hee hee hee!!”

He gave a spirited answer.

Damn it! All right!

The speed increased, and the flames in all directions became blurry.

“My God, my first wagon driving experience is done in a place like this!!”

“Don’t let go of the reins and hold on!!!”

We ran through the fire.

I can confidently say that the drive I did for the first time after coming to this world was intense enough to turn red everywhere, and it was filthy hot.

To the extent that if I had stayed a little longer, I would have been burned to death.

***

The world, which had been completely red due to the fire, returned to a moderately red color, and the lukewarm air cooled my cheeks.

Yes. We survived, and I can feel both sides of the muscle pain and nightmare this evening.

“Good job.”

“Purrule.”

Multiple, multiple.

I don’t know if it’s because of the comradeship we formed while escaping the flames together, or because I just barely got the hang of driving a wagon, but he obediently obeyed my words.

Although we have come out of the inferno, we still have a long way to go.

I took the reins again.

And then the prianian squad leader opened his mouth from behind.

“…For me.”

“Yes?”

I left him in self-driving mode again and looked behind him.

She crouched down on the floor with her legs wrapped around her and said, looking at her body lying evenly beside her.

“I just did what I had to do. I received a request from the mercenary corps and shot it.”

“Yes.”

Of course. Because she’s not a criminal.

As if not expecting an answer, the prianian squad leader continued.

“I can’t tell you much, but this isn’t the first time or two. And it has never been like this.”

Her eyes trembled considerably as this was the first time that an assassin was a family member of the victim.

She first gained fame in her war when she shot and killed Mark’s daughter, and she wouldn’t have been through anything like it before.

I hadn’t experienced her right away, so I couldn’t fully understand how she felt, though I could understand.

“I am not afraid. But, after seeing Mark’s eyes just now, the middle of her chest feels like it’s being pressed down for some reason.”

This time he looked at me and asked.

“Mr. G-House. Have you ever overcome anything like this?”

I nodded.

At least it might help what she says, because I knew the red pill when it came to her psychology.

“Yes.”

“…Can you tell me how?”

You don’t have to be so earnest.

I opened my mouth.

“Just forget about it.”

Hearing how I write, she asked blankly.

“How do you do that?”

Ignoring the casual remarks I would have made unconsciously, I told my experience.

“If you repeat how to do it, you will do it somehow.”

Simple.

It really suddenly becomes one day.

The more teaching aids that become teachers on the other hand, the faster it becomes.

It’s hard to learn how to do it, but once you realize it, it’s as simple as putting on a glove, and dull like putting on a glove.

“But I do not recommend it.”

“Why?”

‘Because this isn’t omnipotent.’

“Because you will have your way.”

Everyone’s hands are different in size and shape.

That’s why there are cases where the glove that fits me doesn’t fit her, and then it’s just worse than not wearing it, or the shape of her hand is just changed.

At least I don’t want to see that.

I told you about that feeling with a little more packaging.

“I think people who do things like us need a more tailored approach.”

Gloves are consumables, but gloves that fit your hand can last a little longer.

Whether it’s alcohol, tobacco, drugs or gambling.

Or your own beliefs.

There are many ways to make her endure it, but I just hope she will endure it in her less risky way.

And even if I didn’t answer, she would already have her own way.

At least the squad leader doesn’t seem crazy.

After that, she opened her mouth.

“It seems that the atmosphere has suddenly become gloomy, so let’s look at the stars.”

At the words of refreshing the atmosphere, the face of the prianian squad leader was stained with questions.

“Suddenly?”

“I think the only way to know if we survived the flames is to see the stars that were obscured by prominences.”

“……”

She quietly obeyed me.

I just looked at the front again.

Suddenly.

The grass that hadn’t dried yet swayed in the wind blowing from somewhere.

Multiple, multiple.

As the sound of her horses’ hooves quietly crashed against the stones, she opened her mouth.

“Go-“

“I’m sorry, but I’m not finished yet. Squad leader.”

I cut her off quickly.

You have to see a person once or twice who got an arrow stuck in his throat right after saying that for five years.

“…A person without emotion.”

A voice that seemed to be at least more comfortable than before passed by my ears.

I replied as usual.

“Sensibility is good, but wouldn’t it be different to be restrained sometimes?”

No death flags.

***

An unknown day when the cold wind licks the warehouse room warmly.

I muttered as I took off my top and propped my back against the hole in the wall.

“Oh, I’m tired.”

I get tired of playing Crown Prince Sado spontaneously in the warehouse.

It was because being a human being was so cunning.

After safely returning to the Hebrides, I was told that I had completed the escort of the upper tier, and then I was locked in a warehouse all day.

And then I went to sleep, sleep, sleep.

Of course I kept breaking, breaking, breaking.

Still, the fact that I slept like crazy didn’t change. That was important

“Awesome.”

After the cold compress, I lay down on the not-so-soft bed, and a stinging straw began to sting my upper body.

“Aagh!”

And then, as the pain rushed through his body like lightning, he woke up again.

If Hwaran saw this, he would probably think, ‘This is how it usually happens.’ I couldn’t stop admiring it while doing it, but it was quick.

The sudden awakening caused my head to throb, so for me, this was nothing short of a joke.

I propped my back on my back aching as I lay down on the quickly cooled wooden table – that’s right, the one Nordon broke down and ate.

“……”

As I looked at the ceiling without a single hole, a wandering thought came to my mind.

The fight with Mark and Betty gave me a lot.

Cutting an arrow vertically in half with a long sword is an experience that will never be experienced again.

Slight burns that still make the whole upper body hot from the fire.

The voice of Emily, who regained her senses, is looking for Mark, who saved her.

The irony of giving thanks to the person who killed a colleague.

The two of them got along well and were buried in the unknown ground, and even the wails of the people who followed them like grave goods.

There was so much going on, and I decided to forget it all.

Because I don’t want to recall a death I’ve already forgotten.

That’s why I uttered a question that no one would listen to.

“Anyway, how come these bastards don’t come looking for people even if they stay in a warehouse all day?”

I would have told you to leave because it gave me goosebumps even if I really came, but isn’t there such a thing as human affection?

“Ah. I will go.”

Kikik.

I opened the warehouse door.

The world was still bright and cold.

Then the bright light began to cover the eyes that had grown accustomed to darkness.

“Oh sh*t. Follow your eyes.”

That’s also more irritating than I thought.