Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Life's Tale Hidden in the Oriental Painting
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Rosiatte's large, double-lidded eyes trembled faintly.
"Ka, Kaiyer-nim... Hic!"
'Heuk!'
She called my name and burst into tears with a sob, throwing herself straight into my arms.
"Hic... Th, thank you."
Her warm tears soaked into my clothes.
And then there was the warmth emanating from Rosiatte's body.
Didn't someone once say that everything possessing such gentle warmth deserved to be loved?
I carefully embraced the slender shoulders of Rosiatte, who was crying in my arms.
'Sigh, this damn popularity of mine.'
Even if the continent's doom arrived tomorrow, tonight I wanted to make memories with Rosiatte.
I'd already decided to help her, but I couldn't afford to shed my blood for free.
Without even these small compensations, what joy would there be in shouldering my cross and charging ahead?
"....."
A short while later, her sobbing faded, and Rosiatte's breathing soon grew steady and quiet.
'Kek! Sh, she's asleep?'
Perhaps reassured by my promise to help and finally relaxing, Rosiatte had fallen into a deep sleep.
'Ugh!'
I'd unnecessarily knelt down to look cool.
I savored the feel of her firm, supple body for only a moment.
Then I dipped my finger in saliva and diligently smeared it on her nose.
My legs began to go numb, pain spreading through my entire body.
'God...'
And in that moment, I spotted Neran's holy relic.
It seemed to be speaking to me.
*That guy totally had it coming.*