“What’s wrong, Kuro-dono?”
“Well, I was just thinking about this decadent lifestyle I’m leading…”
As I casually uttered these words while tilling the fields, Francesco, who was working next to , gave
a puzzled look.
“Um, if I may say so, I am a priest who values a life of poverty…”
He nodded in agreent with a clap of his hands.
Oh right, that’s true. It’s easy to forget since Francesco doesn’t really give off the vibe of a priest.
Seeing my expression, Francesco sighed in exasperation.
“You’ve forgotten that I’m a priest, haven’t you? Please, Kuro-dono, give
a break.”
“Ah, my bad.”
“You don’t look sorry at all.”
Francesco frowned and looked troubled. Despite his stout body, he was committed to a life of poverty. Where on earth did he get all that flesh?
Perhaps he understood my thoughts, as he began to fuss with his curly brown hair. Unintentionally, I burst out laughing and poked his plump belly.
“Kuro-dono, you’re… quite a character.”
“Haha, but you don’t mind, do you?”
“I wish you’d stop asking questions that are hard to answer.”
He covered his grinning face with his hand, pursing his lips.
…He’s too easy to read!
My relationship with Francesco is like that of middle school boys. In other words, we don’t think too deeply about things. We have superficial conversations, yet we understand each other. It’s that kind of feeling.
“So, what’s so decadent?”
“Ah… well, that. I can’t really say it here, but there are things…”
I can’t openly talk about my physical relationship with Amal. Christianity, especially priests, view sexual conduct as sinful. On top of that, we’d usually face severe punishnt for indulging in carnal acts within a monastery.
Francesco straightened his back and narrowed his eyes as if he had understood.
“…Ah, I can’t say this too strongly, but getting too caught up isn’t good either.”
He stopped tilling the fields and spoke to
in an admonishing tone.
“Ah, yeah. I guess you’re right…”
“Yes, listen, connecting with her… no, ah, right. That was it. …It’s nothing. Let’s get the fieldwork done quickly!”
Francesco tried to laugh it off awkwardly. Seeing this, I shook my head exaggeratedly.
I didn’t know where his hesitant words were leading, but it must have involved so secret. I couldn’t interfere any further.
The last thing I wanted was to cause trouble for Francesco.
“…Yeah, let’s finish up soon.”
Upon hearing my agreent, Francesco looked truly relieved.
***
As usual, after taking a bath, I headed to my room.
Droplets of water trickled down my cheek. Without wiping them off, I walked silently down the corridor.
Ever since I started sleeping with Amal, I found myself thinking less about secrets and restrictions.
Even though I needed to uncover the truth quickly, my thoughts seed to be slipping away.
Even when I tried to think, my mind felt foggy, as if it was covered in mist.
It’s as if sothing was obstructing my thoughts.
Although it sounds like an excuse, my mind really wasn’t working properly.
As I thought this, a chill ran down my neck.
To shake off this feeling, I hurried to my room.
As soon as I opened the door, Amal was sitting on the bed as always. When she noticed , her face sparkling.
“Welco back, Andy-sama!”
As she stood up, she hugged
as if she was jumping at . I felt a soft impact on my body, and at the sa ti, her soft chest pressed against .
“Ah, I’m back.”
“Andy-sama. I was very lonely.”
“We were only apart for a little while, right? You’re overreacting.”
“Don’t say such cold things. I always want to be by Andy-sama’s side.”
“I get it, I get it.”
“Ugh, you always dismiss
so easily.”
With a childlike gesture, she puffed up her cheeks.
When we first t, she seed cold and mature with a stern expression, but now, there was no trace of that.
In front of , she always showed a soft smile and behaved childishly.
“Alright, is this better?”
I stroked her head and gently combed her hair. Amal narrowed her eyes in pleasure, then suddenly rembered that she was supposed to be sulking and hugged
even tighter.
“Don’t deceive . I love you so much, don’t you understand? Without Andy-sama, I’m useless. I’m so lonely and in love, I feel like I’m going crazy every day.”
“Sigh… you’re such a clingy woman.”
I smirked.
At my casual remark, Amal’s shoulders trembled greatly.
“Ah, I’m sorry for being a clingy woman. Please don’t get fed up with . Um, um…”
She was desperately trying to think of a way not to be disliked, and her eyes were wandering. Then she suddenly raised her head and began to ramble without taking a breath.
“I-I’m sorry, Andy-sama. But I can’t help it. Please, please don’t hate ! I’ll do anything. If you want, I can comfort you right now. Please use Amal as you like. It’s okay to be rough.”
She must have thought of using her own body to keep
tied to her on the spur of the mont.
I regretted it.
Even casual words can have a heavy aning for Amal if they co from . I should’ve known this, but why do I always…
“That’s not what I ant!”
“Hyuu, I’m sorry… forgive , please. Don’t… don’t abandon . I really only have Andy-sama. I love you, so what should I do to be forgiven? What should I do, I don’t know, what should I do, what should I do… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, h-hic, waaah!”
Amal, who was in a state of confusion, began to sob. Unable to bear it, I hugged Amal tightly. Amal clung to
desperately as well.
“No, that’s not it. Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I didn’t an it like that.”
“Hic, hic… Will Andy-sama forgive ? Will… will you not abandon ?”
“I wouldn’t abandon you. You’re all I have. Ah, I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“…I’m glad. I’m really, really glad.”
This ti, she shed tears of relief.
I felt guilty and stroked her back.
What can I do to reassure her? How can I build sothing solid that won’t be swayed by my words? I desperately searched for an answer to that question.
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