The Escort Knight Who Is Being Obsessed Over by the Villainess Wants To Run Away

34. Getting to Know (4)

Elijah looked down at the sleeping Judas.

Unlike the grave face, the inside was complicated.

While reason was constantly trying to check the current self, emotion was stupid and simple.

I wanted to be held in that broad arms.

As usual.

I naturally wanted to crawl in and cut his arm.

Then she realized in her sleep that she had come and would hug her silently.

That was enough.

But Elijah didn’t.

She couldn’t.

She has the realization that then she won’t be able to.

What was taken for granted is no longer taken for granted.

Now I can’t enjoy it like everyday life.

Not ordinary means special.

Special.

Elijah quietly pronounced the word with her tongue.

Special. Special.

Judah became special to himself. Suddenly.

How much?

Everything is a matter of degree.

A deadly poison that can kill a person becomes medicine if the amount is controlled.

How special is Judas?

What does ‘special’ mean in the first place?

Something different from the norm.

The scope is too broad and ambiguous.

In a broad sense, Balak and Narcissus are also special.

Because it is the target of revenge that must be killed.

Emotions clearly distinct from normal.

Hate.

Then, what is special about Judas?

Looking back, he belonged to the ‘special’ for quite some time.

When we first met.

When you brought me an unusual birthday present.

When he killed Sardis in his place.

When he risked his life against Balak and Narcissus.

When you blocked an assassin instead.

When you hugged your surprised self.

After that, often. Not often.

The only colored child in the world.

He reminded me of my mother’s warmth and memories, and he was a special existence.

Elijah wanted to put a name on this special thing.

But it wasn’t easy.

There was no word in her dictionary to define this situation.

I just wander without a proper answer.

After wandering and wandering, I realize.

He knew he was weak.

They are being buried by Judas.

I don’t need to define that specialness, but I’m struggling to define it.

Whatever that special is, at least one thing is certain.

He doesn’t help what he’s trying to do.

There is only one objective expectation she wants from Judas.

It will be your sword.

Guarding yourself.

And the power to kill others on your behalf.

That was enough.

‘You can’t be weak….’

It’s special.

I’ll admit it.

However, it is not deep.

No, it shouldn’t be deep.

You have to step out.

If you are special, you will depend on it.

Dependency is a symbol of weakness.

If you become weak, you lose.

Can’t be defeated.

All she wants is victory.

A perfect victory with no mercy whatsoever.

Weakness is a disgusting luxury.

She recalled a proverb that had been cherished for a long time.

‘Use but don’t be used, be dependent but don’t depend.’

Give faith, trust no one.

I recalled the goal.

The Bebel family centered on Balak.

The imperial family and the Moonsin Church cooperated with them.

You have to destroy them all at once.

And the assassin’s guild that killed her mother.

Although it must have been a request, such a group could not be saved.

There were too many enemies.

The Helios Empire and the Principality of Bebel divided the continent into two.

It is not wrong to say that the whole world is the enemy.

Even the founding festival is a very important turning point.

You must gather anti-imperial forces to effectively destroy the empire.

Those who hide their ambitions in their arms.

You can’t get caught up in personal matters.

If it becomes weak in this situation, it will be bitten.

Her eyes settled colder than before as she calmed down.

The red eyes stare at Judas.

‘Rather, rather than leave me weak….’

Shake your head.

He is an objectively superior force.

I look at his hand blankly.

Unlike himself, his big, thick hands.

The palms and backs of the hands were full of calluses.

Evidence of continuous repetition of hard training.

Proof of dedication to yourself.

Caught the fingertips.

Familiar cold air.

Remove your hand slowly.

That’s enough.

He only receives it unilaterally.

Elijah went back to her room and lay down on her bed.

She usually gets a good night’s sleep just by holding her fingertips.

She couldn’t do it today.

***

On the day of the founding festival.

I rode with Elijah in her carriage.

The 11 members of the SS rode behind the wagons and followed behind.

Me and Elijah sat side by side in the carriage.

And on the other side was Leah, the dedicated maid.

Elijah explained to me.

“After repairing the armor and working on the enchantment, I added an easy-to-use feature. I have your necklace.”

“Yes. I am still wearing it.”

“Yes. I linked it to send and receive coordinates in real time. Like my ring. The effect is similar. You can summon the armor whenever you want.”

I don’t know much about magic academically or theoretically.

Still, as much as I know this world, I know quite a bit about magic.

But the longer she spends with Elijah, the more her erudition fades away.

“It is possible to send it back as well. The coordinates are on the shelf in your bedroom. A place where you always put your armor across from the bed. The order of placement is the same as usual. The direction was always roughly laid out, so I just looked straight ahead.”

“… ….”

“It is not automatically worn. After getting the armor, you have to take care of putting it on.”

I don’t even want that.

It’s already useful enough.

“Is there anything you don’t understand?”

“I understand everything perfectly.”

“Hmm.”

Elijah looked up at me from beside her.

It is the gaze that checks whether or not you really understand.

‘I’m not that stupid….’

Elijah finally nodded her head.

“I guess so.”

“… ….”

“Check it later. I will sleep until I arrive.”

Then she rubs her eyes tiredly.

It certainly seemed like a lot of work these days.

He hasn’t come to me for several nights.

‘… No, I didn’t want that, but I think it’s time to come at least once due to the pattern, but it doesn’t come, so I’m worried…. There’s no reason to care, but anyway.’

Elijah let out a shallow sigh and leaned on my shoulder.

She seemed to be going to sleep.

Very naturally.

… I have a hard time being natural.

I can’t get used to it even though I’ve been doing this for years.

In many ways.

It’s funny how he feels awkward leaning on her shoulder while worrying that he won’t come to sleep with her.

‘Anyway, it’s an armor summon…. I want to try it.’

My body itches.

I want to know how it differs from the usual Elijah sending her signals.

‘Can’t I summon something small like a helmet or gloves? Because I can send it back….’

I used my magic to sneak a sneak peek.

Shortly thereafter, Elijah suddenly raised her head.

I stare at you with narrow eyes.

“I told you to do it alone later.”

“… ….”

“The signal came to me.”

“… Sorry.”

“If you do it one more time, I will scold you. I’m going to sleep, so stay still.”

Warning, she leaned back on my shoulder.

As if telling her to stay still, I crossed her arms and pulled her into my arm.

I stayed still as she said.

I had to.

I couldn’t move at all when my body was in such close contact.

The carriage ran at a constant speed.

It is quiet where only the sound of wheels can be heard.

So, the only ones who woke up sober were me and Ria.

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“… ….”

There is an awkward silence.

I have seen Lia for as long as I have spent with Elijah.

However, I have never had a private conversation with Lia.

I don’t even remember talking to each other for public reasons.

In other words, it’s insanely awkward.

I’d rather Leah do her thing or look out her window.

But they are looking at me.

Very slow. Observing and searching eyes.

‘Do you have anything to say?’

I want to ask, but somehow it’s difficult to ask.

Lea is a pretty cold and shrewd maid.

To everyone except Elijah.

Elijah’s breathing gradually slowed down.

Smoothly.

When she is in a deep sleep, Elijah is like this. She

She also found out about this because she slept with her.

Sleep well.

“You.”

Lia suddenly opened her mouth.

A small, low voice.

It seems that Elijah is careful not to wake up.

“For my lady, can I die?”

It’s the first conversation, but the subject is very bloody.

The momentum is not light either.

“Why is it obvious….”

I stopped answering.

I am an escort driver. Elijah’s.

So, if the situation comes where you have to die for Elijah, you should.

I know.

I always lived with that mindset.

Because I don’t want to shake off my work.

At the same time, I sometimes wonder if Elijah will kill me.

Perhaps the first tragedy to be avoided.

And the second tragedy yet to come.

If I can’t avoid it this time, I may have to run away from her to avoid dying.

At the same time, I can die for Elijah.

If the two things conflict, what should I do?

If I have to die for Elijah’s sake.

Can I give her her life?

I glanced down at the sleeping Elijah.

Elya has been carrying all the red blankets and cat dolls I gave her for five years.

‘You…. No, I, to you…. Which….’

Lia’s small sigh broke her thoughts.

A reaction more like relief than lamentation.

“That’s enough.”

“… Yes?”

“You thought of the young lady as a person, not just as a duty as a job.”

It’s a perfect song.

“So, if that’s me… All right.”

Lea’s eyes are watery.

Black eyes watch over the sleeping Elijah.

Warm, yet sorrowful eyes.

Is it because of her mood that she looks older than usual today?

“Can I ask you something?”

“As you please.”

“How long have you known her?”

In the future I know, there was no maid named Lia.

Lia seemed to have been helping Elijah for a long time even five years ago.

What the hell is she doing?

She was just genuinely curious.

Leah seemed to be thinking about it, but then she shook her head.

“It’s a secret.”

“Yes… ?”

“I told you to ask as you please, but you didn’t say you would answer.”

“… ….”

It’s embarrassing, but it’s true.

But it’s frustrating… !

He didn’t even say a few words, but he’s surprisingly playful.

He laughs faintly, as if it’s fun to tease him with a pun.

His face subtly resembles Elijah….

“Ugh….”

Elijah turned over her body.

He grumbled and clung closer to me.

Looks like you’re talking too much.

I hurriedly shut her mouth, but Leah was looking at Elijah happily.

The benevolent smile cools down after looking at me.

‘Why are you doing this to me….’