Chapter 341 – The Fallen Saint (7)
A round drop of water hits the forehead – it breaks and flows down the bridge of the nose.
Getting hit by rain felt better than I thought.
When your body gets drenched, it gets cold little by little-, and that also makes you feel alive.
Anyway, I felt much better than when I was bathed in the warm sunlight.
Was it like that?
He came out without wearing a raincoat even though he knew it was going to rain.
“Sister, no-. What if you come here in the rain like this-?”
The man must have been surprised to see her drenched face in the rain – he started wiping her face with a soft cloth.
It smells from the cloth that brushes the Volga. An unfamiliar smell, quite different from that of women.
“Now, wait a minute-, I-I’ll do it-.”
Vivian, who was tapping his fingertips, quickly grabbed the man’s hand. Her hands touching her face were a little uncomfortable.
But the man didn’t care and grabbed her wrist.
“Stay still. Even her hair was wet. You must have friendships, but why didn’t you use them? What will you do if you get hurt?”
“Ah, that’s… I forgot that it was raining. Why did you go back in…”
The man laughs
She said she had a slightly erratic side – the man put a handkerchief in her ear.
Awesome-
As Vivian let out a strange noise and squeezed her throat, the startled man removed her hand.
“Oh, sorry. It looks like some water got inside…”
“…Ah, no. Are you okay.”
Vivian lowered her head, her face flushing.
I didn’t know what my face was like now. It must be like a rat getting wet in the rain. Her hair would stick to her face and she would be speechless.
“Still···. You look pretty.”
“···Yes?”
“Oh, no. It is self-talk.”
Vivian doubted her ears.
What did you just say…?
The man wiped her dry – took her hand and headed somewhere.
Vivian didn’t ask where she was headed.
She didn’t have time for that. I lost my mind trying to figure out the meaning of his sudden utterance.
Did I get it wrong? Would that be-?
“Everything has come. Here.”
The man stopped.
The scent of flowers tickled the tip of his nose.
Even in the rain, the fragrance spread thickly. What kind of flower How brightly did it bloom?
A rustling sound was heard. Then something popped over her shoulder. Covered up to her head. Seeing how warm it was – it seemed to be the raincoat the man had just been wearing.
“…Susa.”
“I’m fine. Come over here some more.”
The man took her hand and went into the flower garden.
The bushes were filled at the tip of her feet. The wet grass soaked the hem of her long skirt.
Vivian held her wand tightly.
This place was uneasy. It was because there were many cases of tripping over grass roots or rocks.
But the man grabbed her hand and took away even her staff.
And then, as if it were a minister- he covered her small hand with a large one.
“Su, Sr…!”
“I will help you. Do you believe me?”
Vivian pursed her lips.
His hands were so warm. He could feel the rough, hard calluses.
She didn’t answer- but her man pulled her as if he had heard her answer.
He never tripped over a bush.
As he said, it was because he supported her well.
“It’s a mist flower.”
“···Yes?”
“The flowers bloom here. The size of the bud is smaller than the nun’s little toe. The color is white and there is also pink.”
“···Ah.”
Pictured in my mind vaguely-.
But all I knew was that pink was the color of my hair—I didn’t know exactly what color it was.
Still painted I imagined a flower garden by scattering paints of unknown colors in my head. A field of white and pink flowers in full bloom.
“Here, here. Just touch it.”
The man squatted down on the floor, picked a flower, and placed it in the palm of her hand.
He groped softly with his hand.
The wet petals were very small and delicate. They were forming buds.
Her chest tickled.
“···Cute.”
“Also?”
“Hmm···. It’s a little bit tricky.”
“Ahaha. Is that so.”
The man let out a meaningless laugh.
Why is this man laughing? Did I miss something?
Just as she was about to raise her head to express her doubts, something touched her lips.
“Eh?”
“Ah···. Whoa-. Sorry. I can’t stand it any longer.”
The man laughed again.
Then something touched her lips again.
Side-
It was clearly felt this time.
No wonder Vivian’s head went blank.
The man said
“The flower language of gypsophila is the fruit of love.”
The man murmured his words again.
Then, once again, he kissed her lips.
Side-
“I like you, Vivian.”
The sound of pouring rain disappeared in an instant.
I like you – Vivian –
Only the man’s low voice rang in her ears.
Continue.
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The cafeteria of the Church of St.
Sniff-
Vivian sniffed her nose.
Her nose was leaking and her face was hot, perhaps because she had been hit by the rain last night. It’s probably a cold.
She had to
But why does a man keep popping up in her mind?
Vivian shook her head from side to side.
Stop thinking about it Vivian-.
Vivian, who sat down and held a bowl of corn soup, clasped her hands together and recited the gist.
‘…Don’t lead me into temptation-but save me from evil.’
She said that a nun should not have anyone but the Holy Ghost in her heart. Never.
If we meet again-, if he comes to the confessional again today- I will ask him not to do such a thing from now on.
If you speak softly, it will work. It had to be.
To be honest···.
It wasn’t something I had ever imagined. The subject of the story he is talking about is himself- such a ridiculous imagination.
But every time that happened, self-consciousness put the brakes on me.
There’s no way that could be-, come to your senses-. What kind of guy would like something like you?
Vivian was used to being hated.
She, who had been blind since birth, was called a blind person more often than her name.
She had more people teasing and mocking her than people who felt sorry for her.
There were more people who secretly massaged her breasts or teased her than those who tried to support her.
But she didn’t care.
No-she was definitely hurt…But she was right in knowing that she wouldn’t be able to stay in her heart even if she was hurt one by one.
So she ignored it.
Those gazes-, those actions. As if it wasn’t an arrow pointing at her.
Since she converted to the Holy Church at a relatively young age-, she has lived her life following only the words of the Holy Ghost.
I had never imagined that I would like someone, and I couldn’t.
So she denied it.
She was in denial over and over again of what had happened last night.
No matter how much you think about it – it wasn’t something that was going to happen to her.
She was a blind man, and a woman who had a disgusting smile.
Her self-confident conviction that no man would ever like her had long since consumed her.
Nevertheless, why is it that her breasts are itching…?
Vivian stroked her plump lips and she raised her spoon again.
The hot corn soup went down her throat. My throat felt a little sore, probably because I had a cold.
However, a soft voice could be heard nearby.
“Did you hear that? I heard that the new detective was put in solitary confinement.”
“What? Who?”
“Why, there is that handsome man. Was it Seojun?”
“Really? Suddenly? Why dear-?”
“I challenged the priest. I don’t know the details. I was beaten so badly. I think I heard that one of her arms was broken…”
Vivian’s head popped up.
“Bah, just talking about that…! Try again…!”
The nuns whispered at Vivian’s urgent question.
“What? Why is he suddenly like that?”
Either that or not- Vivian groaned at her frustrated heart.
“What happened…! Say-!”
The voice was loud.
It was the first time Vivian knew that her voice could be this loud.
The nun, depressed by her spirit, blurted out the story.
Hearing everything, Vivian left even her wand and ran out of the restaurant.
I fell and fell several times while running.
He must have thought he knew all the ways—but he was prone to tripping over small thresholds and props.
My shins and ankles hurt, but that wasn’t the problem.
Isn’t he hurt?
How much more did you attack the bride? Daejeon, why did you do that? How dangerous he is…!
Among those who visited the Holy Church- it was not that there were no truly faithful believers.
Those who truly follow the Word of the Holy Ghost. They were the closest to true believers. Much more than a bride who covets a virgin.
They denounced the priest publicly and privately.
They talked about the nuns as filthy people who sold them as prostitutes to fill their back pockets.
Not a few people lamented that they did not know how they put such a man in the position of a bride, even the sky was indifferent.
The priest sent the mercenaries I hired to them.
Those without a back stomach were beaten up, and the really easygoing ones disappeared without a trace.
It must have been buried somewhere.
The bastard-I asked you to save my legs and cried and raining was a little funny-I had heard the mercenaries talking.
There was no way that such a priest would leave the man who was against her alone.
Vivian arrived in front of his solitary cell gasping for breath.
And there was a grunting sound coming from inside.
