Chapter 340 – The Fallen Saint (6)
What does a blind man dream about?
To begin with, they cannot see even in their dreams.
A dream is a recombination of memories and a fantasy unfolding based on the realm of understanding.
It was impossible to draw something that had never been experienced.
How can I paint when I have neither a canvas nor paints in my hand?
Her world was a dull gray world.
When I closed my eyes, I could see only pitch-black darkness, and when I opened them, all I could see was a dim light shimmering.
So, guessing the shape was one of Vivian’s old habits.
There was no canvas and paint, so it was like drawing a line on the sandy beach with a branch.
She used to draw the shape of something like that.
She touched the leaves of the petals, drew the shape of the petals, buried her nose, smelled the scent—picked the stamen—sucked, tasted it, and imagined the color of the petals.
This is a bit bitter-.
Is it red- no, it will be pink.
Like my hair…
She imagined people’s faces in this way.
I imagined their appearance by their voice-, their tone or mood. Some were ugly, some were pretty.
But that couldn’t be more accurate.
I couldn’t touch people’s faces one by one – there were many cases where they weren’t the ones I thought were good people.
Then the impression of that person would change in my head.
So the man’s face continued to change.
One day he was a long, thin man, and the other day he was as big as a bear.
If there is one thing in common in that delusion, it is that many nuns are so handsome that they openly express their liking.
The problem was that Vivian didn’t know what a good-looking face was.
In fact, it was a story that had nothing to do with Vivian whether the man was a frowning ugly man or a peerless handsome man.
Not only did he have other women on his mind, but above all, Sister followed the Holy Ghost – she couldn’t have anyone else on her mind.
Even so, the reason she continued to fantasize about his appearance was because he visited her confessional every single day.
“Hello, Sister.”
“···Hello. Brother.”
“I wish you well today.”
The man naturally brought up the topic of eating.
“Your lunch was delicious today- how was the nun?”
“What is that… I ate fine.”
This was my tenth visit.
Does the man know that the nun from beyond the thousand is Vivian?
No, I don’t know
He was telling his story, relying on his apparent anonymity.
This was a shame
What will happen if it is known that the monk fell in love with the nun and became a member of the Holy Church?
Excommunication was natural, and in severe cases, he could have been beaten in a straw mat by polar believers.
Whether he knows this or not, he visits her confession room every time and tells his story.
The main theme, of course, was the story of ‘that woman’.
As she closed her Bible and listened to her—”The woman” Raised her eyebrows when she said she laughed.
“It’s really nice to laugh… You were pretty.”
What does it mean to be pretty when you smile? Vivian touched the corner of her mouth.
I often heard that it was gruesome, but I had no way of knowing because I couldn’t see my own face.
To hear that woman’s voice is so good-, to say that she communicates very well…
Frankly, I was a little annoyed.
In the first place, the confession room was not a place for dating counseling. It was a place to confess one’s sins and be forgiven.
So that’s what she said.
‘I’m sorry, brother- but please stop talking about this in the confessional-.’
After lowering his voice once and saying that, the man became quiet.
Then he said he was sorry and left the confessional – the next day he didn’t come at all.
He wondered if he had been hurt.
I felt sorry, but I thought this was right.
Yes, this is right – it should have been like this in the first place.
I just kept repeating that thought in my mind.
And a few days later-, the man came to her confession room again.
It was as if she was trying to make it clear that she hadn’t said anything before.
So Vivian shut her mouth too.
As if the two had made a promise, they didn’t mention anything about that day.
And naturally-, the story about that woman was the main thing.
Like now-.
“He seemed a bit tired today. That’s why I served sweets…”
“Yes···?”
“···Yes?”
Vivian opened her mouth – she closed it again.
No, it can’t be-.
Although I received sweets from a man today, he gave them to several nuns.
It was a voice that she wasn’t the only one who received it.
She must have given it to her other nuns as well, because she was too sensitive to give it to her.
For some reason, Vivian’s face flushed for a moment, and she quickly cleared her voice.
“No. Keep talking.”
“Ah yes. Anyway, so… I clenched my hand and said. Take good care of your health. I hope you don’t get sick.”
“…Mmm.”
Certainly this morning- the man had acted that way to Vivian.
But did he really do that only to her-?
As I said before, the man was quite popular among the nuns.
Originally they were nuns who took refuge in the Holy Spirit and devoted their bodies and minds- but not anymore.
It was a daily routine to be violated by believers every day. It was a body that did not know when it would suddenly be kicked out with a child.
In the midst of that, there were some who wanted to leave the Holy Church by asking for a good man.
It was a kind of struggle to get out of the needy situation by twisting it once.
Some seemed to really like him.
The nun living in the room next door to Vivian called him a sculptural handsome man.
He was tall and had a handsome face- and rumors say he had a lot of money- and the nuns who were trying to find a decent man clung to him tenaciously.
However, the man pushed the confession away.
She replied that she had a crush on someone else, but every time she came to Vivian’s confessional, she wondered if it was the woman she was talking about.
Anyway, I didn’t think that the subject of his story was himself. Even alittle.
Then who is-
“Um-, ho, maybe…”
“If?”
Vivian repeated putting and removing her lips several times.
The question of the nun’s name rose to her throat, then she subsided.
Find out what to do…
The stories heard in the confessional are not disclosed to the outside world – this was the basis of the basics.
Even more so, if her own name came out—?
What are you going to do then-?
No, if another nun’s name comes up-?
What about then-?
Vivian shook her head, hiding her complex feelings.
“Oh, no. Please tell me.”
“Ah yes. So he…”
Vivian listened to her man, rubbing her palms in her lap.
His story seemed to be heard more clearly than before.
“`
“Vivian?”
“···Huh?”
“Where are you selling your mind? Who was looking for you.”
“···Who?”
I was just about to go to sleep.
At the words of the nun who entered Vivian’s room—she tilted her head.
Who is there to find her at this late hour?
“That man, the new monk.”
“···Uh?”
“Come out to the back garden. We have something to talk about.”
The nun clicked her tongue and disappeared.
Vivian rustled out of bed and put on her clothes.
She must have been nervous for some reason – she had to wear the clothes the other way around and then inside out again.
No-, it can’t be.
She must have found out that she was a confessional nun-.
Vivian put her hand over her beating heart and tried hard to suppress her excitement.
That man is also… Shameless.
Calling her out this late in the evening to give her dating advice.
Is that girl that good?
Vivian donned her nun’s hat and left the room. He did not come out with a lantern. The hallway would be dark.
But her vision was always blurry, so she didn’t mind at all.
Tak- Tak- Tak-
To avoid tripping on her toe, Vivian hit her floor with her cane—and moved her steps as carefully as possible.
As she walked to her side door of the church, someone stopped her.
“Hey, Sister, wait. Where are you going this late evening?”
He was one of the mercenaries who served as the bride’s limbs.
Because they openly mocked the nuns – the nuns, including Vivian, were very afraid of the mercenaries and avoided them.
Vivian answered with a slight wink in her neck.
“Whoa, someone called me.”
“Who?”
“That···. A monk.”
“Monk? Ah- that handsome guy? Seriously- were you that woman?”
Is she that woman?
No sooner had Vivian questioned her than the mercenary lost his intimidation and stepped aside from her.
“Pass by. Say hello to him.”
“···Yes.”
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Still let it pass – it passed.
I could feel her dark gaze going over her body, but fortunately she didn’t touch her.
Kiik-
She opened the side door and came out.
Shoot ah-
The gloomy weather persisted.
Vivian walked through her rain-soaked garden, flicking her wand, checking for rocks around her.
Her rain soaked her nun’s hair and ran down her Volga.
“Ah, Sister!”
In the backyard of her garden, where the trees were growing, there was the man she was looking for.
