Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

I haven't spoken to Bernadette all day since the case was solved.

No, that's not what I want to talk about until I can't, is it?

But I don't know what to say...... bad aftertaste.

The reason I was so brave was to hide it and cheat... but I'm not bad.

Uh, really, what do we do? You've got a problem...

What a thought, I got into the inn.

Uhm, what's going on? It would also be pursued about the fact that you had your underwear hidden, no doubt.

No, when it comes to underwear, say to find Bernadette... no. I was collecting it before the incident.

"What's going on...... oh?

When I opened the door to the private room where I was sleeping while I was thinking about the excuse, there was a woman lying down on her bed.

Black monastic clothing on dark hair, which is relatively rare in this other world.

Bernadette.

"Uh... the..."

Stuck in words.

And you won't have a choice. It's so dark.

Did you accidentally get the wrong room? This is definitely the room where I was staying because I thought I could see the laundry I took off and scattered on my cot.

So you're talking about "The Brave" after all?... um, it's an atmosphere where you can't send it forward...

Bernadette rises loosely, tempered by the situation.

"Beh, Mr. Bernadette?

I figured I could stick it at the muzzle, but it didn't look like that, and he approached me shaking his body loosely.

"... Bernadette?

When I approached him thinking something was wrong with the boulder, Gras... and Bernadette were about to collapse.

"Bernadette!? Your body's hot...... you got a cold? Hey, are you sure you're okay? You!

When I was surprised and half-reflexively stretched out my arm and held it, its body was getting so hot that I didn't think it was normal.

"Ah, get it?... Yashiro...?

You didn't even realize that!

"Damn, it's a hassle to carry, my sleeping futon, but bear with me"

He tries to lay Bernadette on the side of his cot like he finally noticed me, but leans back like Bernadette resists in his arms.

"Oh, I don't need to... I want to ask you something..."

"Ugh! Goddamn it, I'm gonna put my tongue in and kiss you!

"Huh...!

I did say it with threats to stop the resistance, but I don't think you have to shut up until you bite off your lower lip like that. Boom.

"... not if you're kidding. Wait a minute."

If I put him to bed in a cot and put on a futon, I would go down to the first floor of the inn and take away the pawn owner's newspaper I was reading.

"Oh, my God, what the hell!

"We'll talk later! Lend me a bucket of water and a hand tub. I'm a sick man, hurry up."

When I yelled and scattered like a jerk, the pavilion owner ran out to get Kokoku and the wife of the nodding pavilion owner.

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"Looks like you just got sick rather than call it a cold. Well, I changed my clothes because I sweated badly."

"I'm sorry for everything."

An aunt of the right width appeared out of the room with Bernadette's monastic clothes in her hand.

After that, I left it up to the wife of the inn who offered to help me with my medical treatment to do things I couldn't do, like wipe sweat and change clothes.

"He said you don't have to worry about it. I heard from Vaudan's husband that you guys were here to solve the kidnapping, so I was just wondering if there was anything I could do to help!

"Mr. Vaudan?... That helped."

Honestly, is that a good thing to tell the average person? I thought so, but thanks to your help, let's try to be good.

"By the way, who do you mean by" Mr. Yashiro "?

"? Maybe it's about me..."

When I answer that, my aunt breaks her face and smiles.

"Let's see. Is Mr. Yashiro talking about you? Look, stay at your lady's side and snack."

Somehow I figured out what my aunt was trying to say. I nodded with a subtle face.

"Hey, are you okay?

Gacha, and as he entered the room turning the door knob, Bernadette, with a wet hand tufted on his forehead, slept in a cot wearing a futon to his shoulder.

"Yes.... somehow."

When you notice me come in, you wear a futon to hide your face.

It's just my mouth hiding, my eyes staying visible.

"That was good."

……

……

……

When I sat in a nearby chair, Bernadette didn't say anything and jizzed and looked at me.

... um, should we cut the story out of me? Should I put you to sleep slowly today rather than tomorrow?

"... Mr. Yashiro is... really, brave, what is it?

Bernadette cut me out.

".................. well. That's what I used to call it."

It wasn't blameworthy, but it seemed blameworthy, and I nodded correctly.

……

It was tears that came from Bernadette's eyes, who closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

"Ah... yes, no, I don't know... so, I cheated, I'm sorry! I'm going to fool you...... no, I was willing to fool you.... but I didn't want to fight you..."

Answer the sudden tears with a gentle temper.

I am in a brilliant hurry.

"... evil no. I enjoyed being with you. I didn't want this relationship to break down."

Maybe this is what I meant. What an idiot to imitate being a killer and a traveler after me because I enjoyed being with this guy just because it was worth the risk. (Worst case scenario, I didn't die from hostility, so I figured I could handle it.)

I couldn't look at Bernadette, who looked at me with her eyes moistened with tears.

"I've been thinking... Mr. Yashiro, if he was a brave man... why did the Virgin die?... Why did the brave man who should have loved the Virgin abandon her?"

That's when I remembered the shock of being hammered in the head.

"The brave man for me was... an awful person who survived until I abandoned the woman I loved. Moreover, the woman is the Virgin, also known as the Apostle of God. … a venerable being who is inherently to be blessed with every blessing…. So I've always resented the brave."

... I guess. In fact, Olivia's popularity was amazing.

Cleaner who descended on earth in the stead of God, that is the statue of the Virgin listed by the Urchiolans.

"But... I don't think Mr. Yashiro is that kind of person."

Slowly awake Bernadette looks at me.

"Tell me... did you really, really, really kill the Virgin!?

Half whimpering, Bernadette screams.

Perhaps the core of what Bernadette wants to hear is here.

"... Virgin... Virgin.... you know the Virgin's name, don't you?

"Olivia Finn Lutesia Lieselion...... right?

Cocun, and Bernadette nods and answers.

"Yes... it's Olivia. All you need to know is why Olivia died, right?

Unexpectedly leaks a sigh to Bernadette, who snorts silently.

I honestly don't want to talk about it. Because it reminds me of the feeling of powerlessness I felt three years ago.

"And you abandoned it...? You're hurting me, more like I was interrupted.... it's just the fact that Olivia died because of me"