Chapter 65 – Episode 39-3. Dalian
“Where are you going… Sit here.”
“Uh, yes…”
She brought Christine to the infirmary, but she couldn’t see Agnes where she should be.
‘I’ll punish you later.’
Allen said inside her that she would remember this now, and vowed to punish Agnes, before she took out the ointment, gauze, and diluted alcohol sanitizer from the drawer and washed her hands, which had been soiled before her.
After washing her hands, Allen wets gauze with diluted alcohol disinfectant from her drawer and gestures to Christine for her hand.
“The palm is fine. I also protected it with mana.”
“Give me your hand.”
“Uh… Ok.”
Seeing Christine waving her hand, Allen resolutely grasped Christine’s wrist as she was frightened.
As I cooled her hot palms with gauze soaked in alcohol disinfectant, I heard her suppressed laughter.
“Go, tickle… Whoop…!”
“Oh, yes. Stay still.”
‘I don’t have a single wound on my palm. No burns, no scratches. He’s really fine.’
It was fortunate. If you were hurt because of me. If she had any scars left, she would have done something to the extent that she was uncomfortable and burdened with an uncertain mind throughout her life.
Meanwhile, Christine Edney was in a very awkward situation.
She was born into an ordinary family, and her talkative and temperamental girl was a well-known troublemaker in her village.
Three-year-old Christine was so fascinated by her clouds over the high mountain peaks that she climbed the mountain alone without saying a word, and the villagers went out in search of her.
When she was five years old, she must have realized that she was stronger than most of her peers and that she instinctively had a strategy. There was a time when her adults got together and their trouble continued for three days unless the young Christine was caught.
As she gradually grows older, her parents make a big decision for Christine’s atrocities that cross the line.
‘Cathedral’
She was almost 10 years old. Christine’s parents brought up the story of her nun during dinner.
The girl who, as usual, was known to be rebellious and troublesome, accepted her offer to become a nun too blandly.
Christine’s parents, who were taken aback by her teeth, worried about her being sick somewhere, but she wasn’t particularly like that.
In fact, Christine Edney wanted to take this opportunity to get out of town.
She only knew that the village she belonged to was wide, but she lamented that it was rather narrow, so she wanted to go forward to a wider world.
At the top of the mountain he climbed when he was 3 years old, there is a vast expanse of land. Like the sky that is close to the sky but can’t be reached even if you stretch out your hand.
When she was only 10 years old, she left the convent where nuns gathered, and she was delighted that her current choice would face a huge turning point.
The year she turned 12. Over the course of two years, Christine faithfully followed her nun’s teachings, and she changed to such an extent that anyone who knew Christine would say she was a different person…
All of this was trivial to Christine.
Of course, there was no denying her nun nature. She’s just different from the world she thinks she is.
This place, like a village, was just a narrow world for Christine.
It was when she was clearing her snow that was piled up in December as she greeted December.
It was clear to Christine that the knights near the convent were dispatched, or that they were wearing armor and training with the swords hanging from their waists shining.
I have seen many articles here and heard their prayers, but the sight of them training while sweating even in the cold winter seemed like a new world to Christine, the world she wanted.
Before turning 13.
She secretly brought the sword of a man who was intoxicated with the riotous atmosphere of the soon-to-leave knights drinking alcohol.
In order not to be noticed by anyone, she changed into an oversized nun’s uniform and hurriedly left the banquet while hiding her sword.
Could the cold winter wind be a warning?
Intoxicated by the pure white snow and banquet atmosphere that clings to her face, the sword, which was hot, turns cold and announces a chilly touch.
Christine smiles a little awkwardly as she holds up the soiled sword she has hidden and smuggled with her two hands.
Christine, awakened by the winter wind, wonders if the sword she held was actually her theft, and she scratches her cheek cheekily.
However, the cold blizzard soon puts Christine’s thoughts to rest, and soon grabs the handle of her sword and grabs her scabbard.
Heavy weight. But it wasn’t heavy.
As the silver sword slipped out of the scabbard, she heard the cry of a low beast and saw the sword gleaming leisurely silver in the moonlight.
There were several scratches on the sword body itself, but it meant nothing to Christine.
The silver sword he pulled out after giving up on her desire and committing her sins.
Like a child brandishing a tree branch longing for a knight.
Christine’s black nun’s uniform flutters in the winter wind, and the silver sword dyed in the moonlight begins to emit a lofty glow.
However, the person holding the sword for the first time might be able to make a cool move.
However, Christine was different. She moves freely without being bound by the sword.
And a man who has noticed Christine’s behavior since the beginning of her, when her Christine’s sword stops, approaches her lightly clapping her hands and asks for his sword back.
The man returning her sword to its scabbard said quietly as he passed his sword back to Christine.
‘If you have an idea, why don’t you leave the convent and become a knight?’
Upon hearing this, Christine’s heart skipped a beat, and her unknown excitement soared to the point where she would not have a problem even if she faced the cold winter wind with her naked body.
Next morning. Year after year, when she turned 13, Christine threw off her nun’s garb and said that she would become her knight, and she leaped out into the world again.
She became a full-time knight at a fairly young age of 15, and achieved outstanding results that did not match her appearance.
There were also several people who envied her early on in her young age, but most of her got caught up in her pace and everyone followed her, regardless of her age or gender. After that, she participated in the war, she made a huge contribution, and she was given her title with the commander of the knights, and now she was no longer a commoner, but a full-fledged noble.
Is it because of this growth process?
In all of Christine’s life she had never been hit by a man.
In her childhood, she was superior in her own strength and intellect, and treated her peers like her subordinates, but she was still too young to realize her love.
During her convent days, she even forbade contact with men, but at that time, the male creature meant little to Christine.
And during her days as a knight, she lived by learning more and more diverse things, putting aside her gender as a woman and acting like a man.
Above all, the most important thing… The great achievement she left behind was so great that it killed a man’s pride and her shallow stature, so no one could easily approach Christine, and many people just looked at her with longing eyes. .
At her banquet hall, in a jet-black dress, showing off her lofty female leopard figure, she looked younger than herself, not befitting her age.
She calms her pounding heart by looking at the boy she is teaching.
She said, “She put a good ointment on her burns too, so it should be fine.”
“It’s really good… What’s this? If I just leave it alone…”
“You never know.”
Allen realizes her own stupidity and vows that she will never make a mistake like this again.
“If your palm hurts, tell me right away.”
“Ah, why are you so…”
“Tell me, you know.”
“Ah Okay.”
When she gets her attention in a forceful, determined tone, she replies that she knew Christine with a pout of her lips.
Hearing that answer, Allen put the items he had taken out of her drawer back, and saw Christine sitting in her chair, calm like her girl, and she decided to organize her class for now.
“When Mr. Agnes comes, ask him to see you again. I will organize today’s class.”
“Oh, that’s right. Then, thank you for your hard work.”
“Yes. I’ll come to you during the next break, so if you need anything, think about it.”
She left the infirmary, leaving Allen saying that she would come over at the next break.
When she couldn’t hear Allen’s footsteps receding.
Christine felt the sensation from before. As she tickles her palms, she recalls the face of Allen, who seriously cares about her, and her face heats up, fanning her hands to cool off.
“Haa… I shouldn’t be like this. I’m a teacher… Allen… No. It’s been too long… No first time… Such… Ahhh!”
Christine rises in her chair, burying her flushed face in the pillow, her snot-filled clamor and her legs kicking up dust.
If Allen had stayed and watched this, it would have been natural for her to say that she was cute, and Christine’s actions, which did not fit her age, were quite destructive.
“How do you look at your face from now on…”
Christine, who lifted her face and hugged her pillow, turned her body to stare at her ceiling, then thought of her Allen’s face again, and buried her pillow in her face again, shaking off her thoughts. Give
