Dear My Knight

2. Rachel Cardia – (8)

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After her mealtime, which felt like an eternity, was over, and without Ed knowing it, Rachel couldn’t help but feel that she cared about him quite a bit.

So she brings her priest to save herself and even feeds her –

In his thoughts, Ed squeezed her own hand as if digging into it.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt ashamed, but she couldn’t say anything herself.

However, since she couldn’t bear to express it openly in front of her, she let out a small sigh now that she was away from her seat.

She caught her breath briefly and went back to her thoughts.

Once Rachel settled in her head, it was close to certainty that she had no intention of killing herself.

Actually, Rachel wondered why she was treating herself like this.

Guilt?

She couldn’t help thinking of her eyes.

Even if I couldn’t, the two eyes that had killed hundreds of people were etched into my brain as if imprinting them, and I still remember them clearly.

It was then that she first encountered Rachel in a place surrounded by darkness on the outskirts of the city. Two eyes shining bright red.

Rachel’s eyes were clearly genuine.

That’s why, even at the moment when she thrust the sword into her own chest at the end of her life, Rachel didn’t even hesitate.

So, the more I thought about the current situation where she was treated by her priest, the more ironic it was.

Her outward behavior, attitude, and even her words seemed to be spitting out harshly. She didn’t feel any intention of hurting her.

It was to the point where I couldn’t understand Rachel’s kindness to her, to the point that when I read her meaning in her attitude, which seemed to be nothing special, I could feel that she treated herself with care on the contrary.

It’s like she accidentally stabs someone, and she’s trying to undo it somehow…….

“… Could it be?”

When she thought of Rachel leaving her seat saying she needed something for a while, she let out a blank laugh.

I wonder if Rachel’s behavior is due to a simple change of heart, or has some other intentions. She couldn’t recall anything from her current self except that her mind had suddenly changed.

It seemed that she probably had something she didn’t know about herself.

After Eisen Glade said, “What did she see in her that made her accept her as her disciple?”, She didn’t ask about it anymore, so it didn’t seem to mean much.

“… How can you not die?”

It was always like that.

When she was defeated in Dalian, even when she was attacked by assassins, she almost died several times, but she herself survived in the end.

All of a sudden, I saw an indoor space where no one was present except for the fallen priest.

A space like a shabby abandoned house.

The interior was organized to some extent.

She wonders if she can get out of here by herself now.

Wouldn’t it be possible for Rachel to return to Glea de Gae now that she is away from her place.

I had a sudden thought. She immediately shook her head.

Although she received treatment from her priest, her own body is still in a state where it is difficult to even take a few steps.

What will she be like in the future?

Glea de Garo she wonders if she can go back herself.

She forcibly shakes off the countless thoughts that keep coming to her mind.

Rather than such worries and thoughts, I had to find out her intentions right now without going against Rachel’s will.

She swore to be her knight, and hadn’t she endured all the long years of contempt and humiliation?

It didn’t matter too much whether Rachel had changed her mind or not. If she lived anyway, she had to live.

Whether it’s her own power or not. It mattered that she lived.

After thinking about her, Ed slowly tidied up his surroundings and waited for Rachel to return.

***

I picked out a few light clothes and looked at other clothes that caught my eye.

That’s not your own clothes, but clothes worn by others.

“…Calculate this and this.”

I soon picked out some clothes, finished the checkout, and left the clothing store.

It bothered me to keep wearing ragged clothes, so I came out to buy clothes for nothing. And after he finished that action, he felt strange when he saw the clothes wrapped in one hand.

‘What are you doing?’

And she takes her steps to go back.

While wearing a hooded robe, it eliminates the presence of an ordinary person to the extent that it is difficult to detect. Utilizes mana to create unrecognizable objects such as haze.

In the middle of the city where many people pass by, there were no eyes looking at Rachel to the extent that it was strange.

As Rachel feels the light weight on one of her arms, she blankly asks herself.

‘What am I doing?’

She was in a bad mood.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that at the moment, she herself was crazy.

She even thought of that.

“Are you a 17 year old kid?”

Rachel lightly bit her lip while talking to herself.

No, why the hell are you feeding me the soup?

If you get hurt and feel uncomfortable, it’s just uncomfortable.

It doesn’t matter if it’s because of me or not.

When did I care about that?

If it wasn’t for Gehea, I would have just killed him then.

Rachel, who continued to think endlessly of her dissatisfaction, suddenly remembered the boy who was eating her soup with her hands blushing and wiggling her hands.

When I put a spoon to her mouth, she closes her eyes and gently opens her mouth.

To the point of chewing and swallowing a large piece of meat.

Poop.

“Ah.”

Rachel shakes her head blankly.

Why did I laugh?

Why did you just laugh?

Took.

Then I bumped into a passerby walking down the street.

“What?”

The man turned his head to look at something that bumped into him, but he couldn’t find anything.

“Why is that?”

“No, I thought I bumped into someone….”

Another man accompanying me looked around and replied as if he was dumbfounded.

“What are you talking about when no one is there?”

“Is that weird? I must have bumped into something.”

“Aren’t you still awake from drinking in broad daylight? I told you to have a drink before going out for a drink tonight.”

“Ah, no, really bumping—”

Rachel hardens her expression and quickens her pace. She catches herself, ignoring the sound of her conversation behind her.

‘What are you doing right now?’

A sword hanging from her own waist. Conscious of Gehea.

I didn’t come to the city of Glia to play.

She came to make a request after a month-long investigation.

And now it was definitely in the middle of the request.

She

Figured out what to find out about her request, and she ended up there after that she had erased her tracks.

No matter how much Gehea wished, he himself had to leave the city, leaving only the condition improved so that the knight named Ed would not die.

But what is he doing right now?

He is holding clothes that are not his own in one arm.

Ed was wasting his time with the article.

… ….

In the midst of all my thoughts, I passed the dark alleys and saw empty ruins on the outskirts.

As I quietly open the door and enter, I see a familiar blonde boy.

Ed Gleaard.

A knight who almost died by his own hand.

I threw away the clothes by Ed’s side.

Then, as if asking what it was, I felt that he was looking at himself with pure, untainted eyes. How could he have eyes like that?

How could he look at himself so casually when he was stabbed in the chest by himself and went to the brink of death?

Looking at those clear eyes, Rachel turned her head first.

“Change your clothes. It’s dirty.”

“Oh, okay.”

After hearing the answer, I turned around and headed towards the priest.

He is said to have lost consciousness at his own hands, but experience suggests that it is time for him to regain consciousness, so he needs to be treated once again.

Slowly.

And about that time, I suddenly heard the sound of clothes taking off and changing clothes.

Rachel hesitated as she reached out to wake her priest.

Sureuk.

Slowly.

It was as if he had changed his clothes, so there was no sound anymore.

Realizing that, Rachel messed up her own hair for no reason.

“… ….”

I don’t know why I’m conscious of such things, I’ve been feeling stupid all day.

He sighed heavily as he felt stuffy inside, and touched the priest to wake him up.

“… Ugh.”

The priest woke up moaning and opened her eyes, wide open at the sight of Rachel right in front of her and about to scream at her.

“Hee!”

“If you’re going to lose, shout, I’ll kill you.”

But Rachel’s cold voice echoed faster than that.

“Oops!”

The priest hurriedly covers his mouth with his hand. He felt a bit of pain from his teeth to his hands, as if he had blocked his mouth too hastily, but the priest just nodded his head hastily.

The means Rachel used when she kidnapped her priest was enough to leave a trauma to her priest, so she obeyed Rachel’s words casually.

“How much divine power has been recovered?”

“Yeah, that’s only about a third of it.”

“Really? Then, if you use all of them and treat him, I will send you back.”

“A. Thank you!!”

With the priest continuing to bow her head, Ed stepped forward as she changed her clothes.

“Heal it.”

I looked at the priest as if I understood the short voice of Rachel, and the priest quickly proceeded with the treatment as if I wanted to get out of here quickly.

In addition to the pure white halo emanating from the priest’s hand, it began to wrap Ed’s body.

The treatment that followed continued for about an hour, and the priest, gasping for breath, looked back at Rachel as she quietly said that it was over.

“Just in case… If you spread even one word about me and this guy.”

“That. Would that ever happen? And keep in mind. Nothing to say about the two of you. I will not spit out anything.”

Rachel nodded her head lightly at the sight of the priest spouting out hastily, as if he had forgotten to even breathe, and winked at her door.

“Go, thank you!!”

The priest, whose whole body was covered in sweat, gasped for breath, but did not forget to thank him.

Rachel stared at the priest who hurriedly opened the door and left as if in terror, but thought nothing of it.

Not long after, outside the door.

-Kwajik!

An eerie sound resounded as if something was being crushed.

To trust someone in simple terms is really stupid.

Rachel lived as a mercenary and had suffered countless times.

“… ….”

Ed looked at Rachel with blank eyes for a moment.

At that dark gaze, Rachel turned her head and met her Ed’s eyes.

“Why?”

Rachel has a calm tone as if nothing had happened.

Ed, who was looking at her like that, seemed to have given up on her. She laughed a little and shook her head.

“… No, nothing.”

As Ed slowly shook his head and answered, something seemed to be suppressed.

Looks like he wants to say something but holds it back.

Rachel looked at her with a small smile.

“What do you think you want to say?”

Rachael raised the corners of her mouth and urged, continuing with a light smile.

She seemed to tell me not to hold back.

To Ed, seeing Rachel like that was like provoking him.

And Ed fell for the provocation.

“… Did you really have to kill the priest?”

“Okay. Well, he might actually be a good person.”

“Because that priest healed me… I am not saying this.”

“Well, since he is a priest, he can keep a secret even more.”

“…… The idea of killing people too easily. Aren’t you going to?”

The continued words of Ed and Rachel ran parallel lines.

Each of her seems to be saying only what she wants to say. It was literally a one-way street.

We didn’t listen to each other.

No, it seemed like they had no intention of hearing each other from the beginning.

And the one-way street ended with Rachel opening her mouth with a grin.

“Do you trust people?”