I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

51 – Breast Sword (4)

When I returned to the dorm with Sirien, Isha was curled up in her corner, asleep.

Looking at her, it seemed like she had been up and down the whole time we were out and then collapsed from exhaustion.

Well, Isha could have felt anxious from her perspective.

If someone were to suddenly open that door and come in, her life would be in danger.

No matter how well Requitas’s lodgings kept their guests’ secrets, I didn’t know if they would do the same even in the current situation.

Well, we were confident that even if something happened, we would be able to save it quickly.

I reassured him that it would be okay, but he didn’t seem to be reassured.

Sirien woke Isha up by touching her.

“Isha? “We came.”

“Hi. “I didn’t sleep!”

“No, anyone could see that he was sleeping.”

“… ….”

Untidy appearance.

Sirien looked at her Isha blankly, and Isha avoided Sirien’s eyes with her embarrassed expression.

“Follow me. “Let’s change clothes first.”

Isha followed Sirien better than me.

It wasn’t like he was ignoring what I said or anything like that. I could feel that she was grateful that I was the one who saved her, and that she was always trying to be polite.

However, I should say that she looks scared. It seemed like he was having a hard time with me in one way or another.

It was difficult to ask because he seemed to be trying not to show off to others.

She was okay now that Sirien was taking good care of her.

Sirien took good care of her younger siblings in her castle. Even if she pretended not to be, she had a very affectionate personality.

Isha returned in her new clothes and placed her meal brought from outside on her table.

Isha ate her sandwich in silence.

Sirien and I had something to eat on the way, so she had tea with refreshments.

Sirien brewed the tea himself.

Sirien still wouldn’t allow me to make tea.

No matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t seem like there is that big of a difference.

The tea I brewed has a slightly less fragrant flavor than this and a slightly bitter taste?

In response, Sirien verbally abused her, saying that she felt like she was drinking old-fashioned water and all.

‘Next time, it would be better for me to resolve the misunderstanding.’

If you pretend to buy it from somewhere else, even Sirien won’t be able to tell the difference.

After all, all cars are the same. How different would they be if they were different?

Even though Isha must have been hungry, she ate her food.

It seemed like she had something to say.

She waited slowly and soon began to speak.

“Hey, I have something to confess.”

“Okay, confession? Suddenly?”

Sirien was startled.

And Isha should have been a little more surprised.

“No! Don’t do it! No way!”

“Yes…… ?”

Regardless of Sirien’s unexpected behavior, Isha decided to finish what she said.

Isha looked at me sheepishly, and Sirien avoided my eyes with her red face.

Tatak. When I nodded, Isha gained courage again.

“I have a way to contact her dad.”

“Didn’t you say that all means of contact were blocked?”

“I didn’t lie. It is true that all means used within the guild have been blocked. “I don’t know what method was discovered, and most of the people who operated it are dead.”

Just a week or two before we arrived in Requitas.

Crescent Moon was attacked on a large scale by gutter rats.

The guild leader who was Isha’s father. Russell was seriously injured by Millen and barely escaped with his life, and the guild suffered literal destruction.

The surviving forces may have hid somewhere, but as Isha said, all means of communication within the guild were useless.

Now it is unclear whether the surviving guild members will respond to the summons. No, to be honest, I was hopeless.

Sirien evaluated it coldly.

“I don’t know what method you were using, but it would be better to give up cleanly. “The people who were caught must have been blown away a long time ago.”

“I know. “The captured guild members must have been tortured, and someone must have opened their mouth.”

“But the fact that you told us means there is another side, right?”

“Yes. “It’s not the method used in the guild.”

Crescent Moon is a guild that trades information, but is also involved in assassinations.

The difference is that Crescent’s inquiry method is much more sophisticated than that of other organizations.

They were using skilled assassins who were difficult to find anywhere else.

That was entirely possible thanks to Russell, the guild leader.

Because her past was kept completely secret, Isha did not know where she was or what she had been doing.

But it was clear that he was a real assassin.

In fact, it was a natural procedure.

In the novel, Isha clearly worked as an assassin, and someone must have taught her work.

At least it wasn’t me and Sirien.

“It’s a shame, but this…… This is the method I used after a fight with my dad when I was young. It’s so private that no one will know. “I don’t know if Dad even remembers.”

* * *

When Isha was young, she really hated her training.

In trivial terms, walking, breathing, finding a place that cannot be seen by humans, or swinging a sword silently.

Her training, which seemed to reorganize Isha’s every action, was painful and not fun.

It was okay the first time.

Because I liked the praise the uncles in the guild gave me. I was motivated to do it because people told me I had talent.

However, motivation did not relieve all pain.

For some reason, Russell wanted to raise her daughter to be the best assassin, but becoming an assassin was not Isha’s dream.

Even though she hated Isha, the reason she participated in her training was because she recognized the environment in which she was born.

In this Requitas, if you are weak, you die. In particular, she realized that in the case of Isha, she could even cause the deaths of those around her.

As Isha became stronger, her training became increasingly harsh.

Her once-in-a-lifetime motivation has long since faded away. The only thing that comforted Isha was her childhood friend.

The arduous days repeated endlessly. As if it will never end until the moment she dies.

Eventually, one day, Isha’s patience exploded.

She ran away, saying that she would rather go somewhere where no one would know than to live like this.

Isha headed to a hill in Requitas that was out of her reach.

When she was young, her mother, who was sick, told her about this place.

Since it was my first time running away from home, there was no way I could come up with a solution.

When night fell, Isha was cold and hungry.

Still, she didn’t want to go back. There was a time when she cried in front of the snow-covered camellia tree.

She said, “I searched for a long time. “You’re past the age of being pampered, but you’re giving me a hard time.”

“Why did you come? “Are you going to scold me?”

“I guess I should get scolded. But for now, I’m going to put it off a little bit.”

Thick clothes covered Isha’s body.

Russell held her in his arms.

Instead of the usual harsh tone, I heard a friendly tone.

“I think I pushed myself too far. “Have you been in a lot of pain?”

“…… Yes. I don’t want to undergo training or anything like that. “I don’t like getting hit in fights, and I don’t like my uncles looking at me like I’m a monster.”

We talked a lot.

She thought she would be scolded, but that day Russell ate with her and spent time with her.

Isha truly enjoyed happiness for the first time in a long time.

Training continued the next day.

Nevertheless, Isha was able to endure.

Because she made one promise.

When she had a truly unbearably hard day, she decided to leave her message on a rock on the hill.

Then her father will definitely listen carefully.

* * *

The place I followed Isha was an unmanaged field.

There were a few hills that weren’t that high, and the occasional red camellia. Camellia flowers caught my eye.

Camellia was also Sirien’s favorite flower.

A flower that blooms even in winter. When they saw a red flower blooming in a garden covered in white snow, people in the castle whispered that it looked like a young lady.

The Grand Duke’s wife was quite happy to see that, and she did not mind the love that the people of Siriendo sent her.

Camellia trees have never been missing from Reheim’s winter garden.

She remembered that time and gave Sirien a flower.

Sirien looked dumbfounded when she received the flowers, but then she grinned.

She said that flower gifts are good for women, and it seems that what she said was true.

“Razen, do you know what the flower language of camellia is?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything except a few famous ones like roses. “Why is it strange?”

“No. It’s not strange, but I won’t tell you. If you’re curious, find out for yourself.”

Sirien seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

I placed the flower I gave her in one side of her hair, and she smiled brightly.

“I will keep this flower even when I return. “I’ll dry it and use it as her bookmark.”

“I didn’t know she liked flowers so much. “I thought she liked trees more than flowers when she was young.”

“Huh? Why?”

“You didn’t go inside the garden where there were many flowers. “Always walk towards the trees.”

Even when she was in the cabin, Sirien said she liked the scent of the trees in the coniferous forest.

She thought she liked trees more than flowers, but she liked how Sirien reacted to her.

“The scent of flowers was so strong in our garden. So the best time was when I walked to the side of the garden. “Did you remember?”

“It’s not that old.”

“Hee. Yes. Still, I’ll give you an award because you’re amazing. “Come closer.”

What I received was the same camellia flower she was wearing.

He put it on the side of my hair like he did, but I felt embarrassed for no reason.

I didn’t dare to leave because of the bright smile.