Chapter 28 (1/2)

[I met your son. Damian is doing well……]

Yes, I was going to write it down but I stopped. It was a letter to the Cherkopian Priest. Is it true that the son who left home is doing well as a villain?

He’s not going to fall over again in shock, right. After biting the tip of the quill, I decided to put it on hold and folded the parchment in half.

Wazowski flew away and brought a box full of parchment paper. I folded the letter and put it in an envelope, and a bundle of parchment papers on which I wrote all the original contents in order not to forget for the past five years, stood out. It’s no longer meaningful.

“Abel.”

I let out a short groan and called for him, who was sitting leaning on his back with his eyes closed with a sullen expression.

“……… ”

He opens his eyes for a moment, then closes his eyes again and turns his head in a flash. I thought that if I left it alone, he would slap me all day long, so I took it off a bit firmly, but he’s been like that since before. He’s not even an elementary student. I sighed and waved my hand, pretending I can’t win, and approached the seat next to him.

“Where will we go if the Dark Lord says we can leave?”

There is no need to be here unless we decide not to be attached to the original story. The Dark Lord said that he would let me go only if it was proved that I am not a saint, so if Lucia wakes up, Abel will be able to free himself from the powers that Caesar has placed on him. Caesar, I shook my head, remembering the harsh words I had heard him say yesterday.

“What’s the matter.”

“…… nothing, where else would you like to go?”

“As far away from Luce as possible.”

I was a little surprised by his firm remark. Luce. The holy land of Solar and the village where the female lead wakes up. After all, it was Abel who was expelled from Luce, so he was likely to have a grudge. Even so.

“Let’s go see the person called the saint once.”

“That again.”

Abel wrinkled his brow. I flinched, but I had no intention of giving up my argument. Taking off the red thread is also needed, but I wanted Abel to feel the heartbeat inside him. As I placed my hand around his heart, it was silent and the red thread tangled in my wrist shone brightly. Suddenly, a large hand clasped over it.

“Let me ask you one thing. You, there is no possibility that you are a saint.”

The hand holding my arm trembles a little. Somehow I smiled bitterly with nervous eyes and I shook my head. I’d rather be like that too.

“…… no.”

“I’m glad. That’s enough.”

Huh? Even as Abel smiled brightly, bent his eyes, I was dumbfounded. What. What are you happy about? In the midst of my stuttering, he stopped trying to hug me, and he said annoyedly.

“Can’t you get rid of that?”

“Huh?”

“It has been annoying since yesterday.”

Abel was staring at the evil spirit in my arms. Wazowski, who had his big eyes twitching as if sleepy, flinched.

“it. A cushion substitute.”

“It’s a cushion! There’s a name called Wazowski!”

It had a round black body with wings that looked like a film, and it was created by some of the powers of the reaper. Its original use was as a watchman and bodyguard, whom Abel had assigned to protect me when he was not there, but I always carried it around, and it felt empty without it.

It’s so cute. As I tuck it’s round head and torso, it rolls its eyes and looks up at me, blinking its eyes. Aww, it’s cute! I couldn’t see Abel’s expression because I rubbed my forehead against it’s forehead. Whoop, in an instant, my arms were empty.

“…… This bastard was made to protect, so how dare?”

“Argh! What are you doing!”

“Give it to me. I’ll get rid of it!”

“No! No! If you get rid of Wazowski, I won’t look at you!”

“…… what?”

Abel, who had lost his will in an instant, dropped the child he was holding. In the meantime, Wazowski, who had escaped from his grasp, shuddered and hid behind me.

“Huh.”

Don’t you take it? No, I will raise it! It resembled my mother’s reaction when I first picked up Bert. Abel stared at me as if he was stunned.

“You think that eyeball is more important than me?”

“Well, that’s not it.”

What’s wrong with him? Why would you get rid of it! When Abel was not around, it was Wazowski, who stuck with me and talked to me- it couldn’t speak because it had no mouth – but also served as a cushion for me and faithfully served as my assistant. Not a chance.

Wazowski, who suddenly became a punchbag, rolled its eyes anxiously behind me and broke out in a cold sweat. Go! Go and hide. It flaps its wings as if to run away from the room right away.

“Still, it’s the kid you made, why are you doing that!”

Ah, so it sounds a bit weird, but anyway. Abel shrugged his shoulders as if he had had a similar thought, and he said in a slightly softened tone.

“I made it to protect you, why would you do something like that?”

“What did I do… ”

“Shut up. From now on, when you’re with me, just focus on me.”

He stopped talking, snatched the parchment from my hand, tossed it, and put me on his lap.…… Could it be that you simply wanted to do this and made a fuss? My hand, which was suddenly empty, hangs dazedly, and when he puts it on the hand that is wrapped around his waist, he moves his fingers and clasps them.

“…… kiss me.”

When I met his eyes, Abel, who had his red eyes languidly raised, raised the corners of her lips and whispered. Again? But I was terrified and pulled my head back.

“You did it before. Again?”

“…… Hey.”

What’s wrong with this kissing ghost since yesterday? I shook my head, recalling the memory of having one healing kiss a while ago and nearly being eaten. His red eyes darken with dissatisfaction as I push the nape of my neck away from his subtle lip.

“Hey, what kind of woman are you so blunt?!”

“Then why don’t you go find a girl with a lot of charms!”