My Viins Episode 020


    6. Broken Things (1)


    I couldn’t go to the sewer again today.


    It wasn’t because pirates or bandits invaded, and it wasn’t because the guards closed the entrance to the sewer.


    It didn’t rain and flooded the sewers, and there were no reports of a terrifying monster appearing.


    Then why didn’t you go?


    I asked Ellen, who was lying down covered in a nket, swallowing the sighs and swear words that were about to burst out.


    “Are you okay?”


    “…does it look okay?”


    “no.”


    He turned his head away, closing his half-open eyes, as if he was having trouble speaking or was annoyed.


    I want to say something, but I really want to hit you hard once….


    I held back. Wouldn’t it be a hundredfold sad if you mistreated me when you were sick?


    Yes.


    A wand pedestal without our surplus human skills.


    He was sick with body aches.


    what amon story It’s not strange to travel to a foreign country, suffer and end up in a hospital bed.


    Of course, getting stabbed in the hamstrings, being trampled on by military boots, relics handed down by the master were smashed and lost, suffering heartache because of oneself bing powerless… No, having


    all of one’s property stolen by a fair standard and meditating for several days. Not getting enough sleep is not amon hardship.


    …Coming to think of it, it seemed that his stats weren’t even taken because he couldn’t use his skills.


    If that’s the case, his current health score is just 10, no more, no less. At this level, he’s just… slightly healthier than the average person.


    Considering Ellen’s age, it’s natural that she’s sick.


    “Ehh.”


    I dipped a cotton cloth in cold well water from a bucket. Then, I removed the cotton cloth I had ced on the guy’s forehead and put a new cotton cloth on it.


    “Umm-”


    “Is it cold?”


    “no. It’s cool…”


    It looks like he’s suffering from body aches, but he hasn’t been treated by a doctor, so I’m not sure.


    In the first ce, there is no such thing as a professional doctor in this world, so there is nothing we can do about it.


    It is said that there is a doctor staying in the castle, but from what I’ve heard, it seems that he is more like a surgeon.


    Instead, everyone agreed that they were sick, even Daria, the owner of the Grania Inn.


    And decisively, Sister Olga, a priest of the Grania gang, said it was a body ailment. They say you’ll get better if you rest for a day… What should I believe?


    The short thought was interrupted by Ellen’s moans.


    “o O”


    “Why? Where are you ufortable?”


    “eight. My arm hurts.”


    “where?”


    I wonder if the reason he suddenly fell ill was because of the new crossbow he got.


    From surplus humans who can’t do anything, they have be able to do even 0.5 servings. The tight tension must have loosened a little.


    And the egg on my arm right now is because I was excitedly pulling a protest.


    …It’s pitiful, but it’s terribly pathetic.


    Still, I massaged his right arm without a word. Startled, the boy closed his eyes and slightly frowned.


    “Don’t do anything.”


    “Don’t be angry and go to sleep.”


    While nursing, I suddenly remembered my military days.


    Around the time I had just put on a private bottle, I had a cold.


    It was a really unfortunate case that he suffered for a week for guerri training and even marched back, andy down sick the next day.


    It was Sergeant Moon, our squad leader, who took care of me on that sad Saturday.


    Sergeant Moon stayed by my side all day, measured my temperature, ventted me, and gave me ice packs. They even served rice.


    But since I couldn’t eat it, the PX bought porridge and warmed it up.


    Even though my ssmates said they would do it, he did everything himself while trying to dissuade you from taking care of yourself.


    I still can’t forget the taste of the warm egg and vegetable porridge I ate then.


    Maybe I won’t forget it until I die.


    “…it’s fine now.”


    “uh? okay.”


    I shook my dazed head slightly, moved to the other side of the bed, and began kneading my left arm.


    In fact, I was thinking a little bit badly while nursing Ellen.


    Even after I got better, I thought for a while that I would give my life for a squad leader like Sergeant Moon.


    So now- if I


    do my best like this, wouldn’t he be able to die instead of me when I’m in danger? I was thinking of doing it.


    About a little girl who was at most three years older than her niece.


    “…a bastard.”


    “what?”


    “Oh no. Aren’t you hungry?”


    “are you okay.”


    Ellen raised her half-closed eyes and looked up at me.


    I quickly averted my eyes, fearing that my mean thoughts might be read.


    While hurriedly rolling her lost gaze, Ellen suddenly opened her mouth.


    “Why are you doing this?”


    “…huh?”


    “Why are you doing this to me?”


    I tried to put on a calm expression at the guy’s sudden question. Your mouth seems to be shaking a little, but you can’t see it?


    “What are you talking about? Because they are colleagues.”


    “…We haven’t even met in ten days.”


    “What does that matter? We owe each other our lives.”


    “We saved each other once, but where is the remaining debt?”


    Is it because it hurts? His voice sounded more humid than usual.


    “Don’t say anything weird and go to sleep. What is this like in a foreign country?”


    “Do you think I am a noble?”


    “…what?”


    What bullshit is he talking about?


    When I put on a puzzled expression, he turned his head the other way and said in a small voice.


    “If you’re thinking of fixing the debt by selling it to ady from an aristocratic family… I’m sorry, but I’m not like that.”


    “Hey, what are you talking about?”


    “It’s useless if you stick with me.”


    “Hey, I-”


    I wonder if I’m doing this for money/… I want to get angry, but I need to get angry, but I can’t.


    A cowardly thought from a while ago clogged my throat.


    The reason I cared about Ellen was because I expected her to be a powerful wizard like in the game. The fact paralyzed the tongue.


    The reason I epted his ticklish attitude was because I remembered my nephew, Jiwon. Lips do not fall.


    “I have no home, no family, no money. The person who raised me died because of me.”


    “I’ve been learning for ten years, but I can’t even use magic. As you said, it’s just redundant-”


    Ellen kept her mouth shut.


    Ellen’s head was turned away, but I was looking down at her, so I could clearly see the frown on her face trying to hold back her tears.


    Normally, he would have said something, even as a joke, looking at his distorted face, but he couldn’te out.


    I’m over 30 years old and I can’t evenfort a child. I guess it’s because I’m still a child.


    I continued to massage Ellen’s arm without saying anything.


    It must have been two hours since Ellen fell asleep crying. Sister Olga has returned.


    Sister Olga appeared to be in her early thirties, but she had a calm and caring personality befitting a priest.


    she said apologetically.


    “What? It’s hard to find herbs since the city is locked down.”


    “Ah… I can’t help it.”


    “What if I couldn’t help you?”


    “No, Sister. I just want to thank you for stepping out.”


    Sister Olga was a priest belonging to the Church of El Ganore.


    The most major religion in the Middle World was the ‘Gwangmyeonggyo’, and the Elganor Church was the most prosperous within the Kwangmyeonggyo.


    It is said that Sister Olga joined the Grania gang for a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, which also served as an ascetic training. He must havee from a monastery near where Grania lived.


    Anyway, the nun thought she would be able to use divine magic like a priest, but the level wasn’t that high, so she said that only wound healing and detoxification were possible.


    That alone would be enough for one person, but it is said that he handles two-handed swords quite well.


    I heard you learned swordsmanship at a monastery… What kind of monastery is it that teaches you murder techniques?


    Shaking off my thoughts, I hesitated for a moment before taking out a few coins from my pocket.


    “If I’m not rude, can I make a small donation?”


    When I asked in a polite manner, Sister Olga looked surprised for a moment, then smiled gently.


    “What will you be grateful for? May the protection of light be with you.”


    “May the light be with you too.”


    I followed the nun and lowered my head, cing my hand on my chest and on my lips in turn.


    It seems that this is the Kwangmyeonggyo’s personnelw. you have to remember


    “I want to visit a general store I know. Can I ask Ellen for a minute?”


    “of course. I just wanted to rest in my room.”


    “Yes then. Please.”


    I returned to my room and packed my arms. I’m going to the grocery store, and no one will ask what I’m armed for. In a brutal atmosphere like now, arming is not an option, but a necessity.


    I put on all my gear over my normal clothes and nced at my body. I was very reassured because I spent almost all my money and adjusted my equipment.


    Leather boots that came up below the knee, leather gloves with long necks, a hat woven from linen, and a round iron helmet, even breasttes made by connecting iron tes with chains.


    All of them were of very good quality. Even though I captured and sold the pirates’ equipment from the Battle of the Docks, I was on a tight budget, so I said everything.


    Leather boots and leather gloves were especially expensive. They paid eight silver coins for two sets. Still, it’s worth the money, and it’s quite sturdy andfortable to wear, so I didn’t have anyints.


    He then wore a belt and hung a pulseion and buckler.


    The original shield is… so big that it’s going to bother me.


    let’s take it You never know what might happen?


    I went down to the first floor with the original shield on my shoulder, and Daria spoke to me from the bar.


    “Oh poi! What about Ellen?”


    “Sister Olga


    is taking care of it for a while.”


    “aha. Where are you going?”


    “Get some medicine. I’m thinking of going to Mr. Oreg’s general store.”


    At my words, Daria widened her eyes and pped her hands.


    “At the general store? Then the trading post will also pass, right? Great!”


    “huh? what?”


    “You know there is a grain warehouse in front of the trading post, right?”


    I don’t know. Was there anything like that?


    “There, ording to the direction of the lord,


    they distribute wheat to the residents.”


    “The lord of the castle?”


    Come to think of it, the lord of the South Harbor castle in the game seems to be a decent person even if he is a bit stupid.


    Wheat ration. It seems that they are trying to cate public sentiment.


    “Okay, it has nothing to do with me. They say it’s only distributed to residents.”


    “Yes, but- can you take me on the way?”


    Daria shrugged her shoulders with a charming smile.


    …In line with the movement of the shoulder, something heavy beneath it swayed. The three-dimensional effect became more prominent because he was raising his hands on the table.


    When you have a conversation, you have to look into the eyes of the other person – as if attracted by gravity, your eyes keep going down without even realizing it.


    “Me with me?”


    “huh. These days, the city is ugly, so it’s a bit like going outside alone.”


    Pale red hair, beautifully tanned skin, and a sharply curvy body… If only she dyed her hair blonde, she looked like she would be cast as a queen in an American teen drama.


    “Yeah, you’re going to be in real trouble.”


    “huh? what?”


    Billions of thoughtse out of my mouth without my knowledge….


    “Oh no. It’s a big deal that the city is ugly.”


    “Hmm?”


    I raised my gaze and made eye contact with Daria. Emerald eyes were twinkling.


    …Your eyes were green. I first found out because I was distracted elsewhere.


    “Okay then let’s go together.”


    “really? thank you!”


    Daria smiled broadly, threw off her apron, and ran out of the bar.


    Are you going like this? Well, there are few customers, so it doesn’t matter.


    “Do you have anything to prepare?”


    “huh. Let’s go right away!”


    As I was walking with Daria, a boy appeared from behind the bar, rubbing his sleepy eyes.


    Seeing Daria leaving the inn, young Joongnomi asked with a puzzled expression.


    “Daria, where are you going?”


    “To get rations!”


    “rationing? He said he’s going to get itter from the owner.”


    “I’ll be back! Ask me for a bar!”


    Daria hurriedly shouted and led me out the door.


    Daria, who must have felt my gaze only aftering out on the street, blushed and pursed her tongue slightly.


    “…can you please not say anything?”


    I smiled stupidly and nodded.


    what the hell is this


    Suddenly, it seemed that something pink that had been sleeping on one side of his chest raised its head.