Chapter 15 – Dating?

The sermon, which ended after noon, was, to put it vulgarly, useless.

All I had left was mental pain and physical wounds. It was because Winia, who was angry at the boredom from the middle, inflicted all kinds of injuries on my body. Pinching to the point of bleeding or biting hard enough to bleed also was commonplace.

This ciberal bitch was no different from a monster.

“Wow! Did you fuck with that all morning to get punished for something like this? It’s so much fun!”

And this was Winia’s brief impression of receiving the Holy Water after suffering. Well, somehow Winia and I had the same idea. Actually, I had no intention of coming to get something like this until this morning.

If only your year hadn’t come.

“Now, come on. Don’t do that. If you eat this, you won’t get sick and become healthy as hell. Holy water is holy water for nothing? The priests explained that illness will be cured with God’s blessing.”

After standing still and receiving direct ultraviolet rays for several hours, my throat was on the verge of burning. If you drink water when you are thirsty, of course you will be healthy. In order to moderately calm Winia, I talked about bullshit that wouldn’t even work.

“A bastard is so good at talking bullshit. Is he naive? Or is he stupid? What kind of holy water is this fucking thing? I don’t think I could melt a single imp with everything I sprinkled today?”
“What do you drink when you’re thirsty?”

Having said that, I immediately shot the Holy Water.

As expected, there was no feeling that anything had changed. The only thing that has changed is that my burning thirst has been quenched.

Winia sighed and threw the holy water. At her indifferent behavior, which seemed to have no value at all, people who looked like tramps rushed in and directed her Aguido.

“It’s mine, it’s mine!”
“Get out! I got it first!”
“I will kill you!”

Alas, you hungry for God’s blessing.

They soon fought to obtain the holy water, even in a fist fight. It was a time to prove that the previous sermon was useless. Winia rolled her eyes at their pitiful appearance.

“What a great waste of time.”
“You’re not even thirsty.”

I grew more and more anxious because I didn’t know what Winia was going to do. Even a wife who suffers from domestic violence by a bad-tempered husband will not notice her husband this much. Every time she opened her mouth, her shoulders trembled.

This fucking makes no sense

“People should always be able to think rationally.”
“That’s right.”
“Anyway the bastard did what he wanted to do, so now what should I do?”

I had no idea what the hell I wanted to do, but I smiled awkwardly and replied yes. Then, suddenly, isn’t it straight again?

“Are you bothering me, bastard? Why do you seem so insincere with the answer?”
“It’s really not annoying at all! Let’s do whatever you want to do!”

In a hurry, I put an accent at the end of my words to emphasize that I wasn’t bothered at all.

“Really? Yes? Then follow me!”

Then, as if she suddenly felt better again, Winia, smiling broadly, began to pull my wrist vigorously. It’s like grabbing a child’s wrist and twisting it. Where are you intending to go?

“Where are you going? It’s strange, aren’t you going?”
“That’s weird? You wanna go to a bastard? A bastard with no money going to a brothel?”
“What an absurd thing to say!”

A strange place = a brothel is a prejudice. Above all, what kind of brothel would I go to if I didn’t have enough money to buy a cock? I’m curious what kind of place it is, but I’ve never been to it in my life. Even if I had money, I wouldn’t go because it’s a waste.

“I’m just curious where you’re going.”
“Then guess!”

I thought about it.

It’s a place that Winia, a psychopath with a sensitivity completely different from that of ordinary people, can go on holiday… A battlefield? Cemetry? Ruins? Ossuary? Not. It was clear that if I answered right away, she would stab me to death. Think…! A place for girls of this age to go to play!

“Okay! It’s an arena!”
“Do you want to go back?”

She hit her side hard with her fist, probably wrong.

“Pretty at!”

A grotesque scream like the death of a duck pulling foie gras out of her mouth.

Arena is the wrong answer? Weird. There was no way Winia would dislike the arena, as she considered bullying those weaker and lesser than herself the worth of her life.

As for Winia, as long as she was willing to pay her own money, she thought people would go to watch her die, but no other answer came to mind.

“Anit! Medicine! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! It hurts so much!”

The penalty for an incorrect answer did not end with a punch.
I was still being beaten.

“Why! The arena is great!”
“A bastard keep doing that to women?”

I don’t see you as a woman…

“I like the arena…”

The arena in the city was a popular cultural facility as the most enjoyable spectacle in almost the world with no cultural content. The main contents were monster versus monster, human versus monster, and finally, the most popular human versus human.

The type of confrontation is a life-and-death battle that ends only when one of the two dies. And there is DeathMatch, where all kinds of guys are cornered and the last man standing is covered.

It’s fun to watch them fight and splatter blood, but what burns above all else is a legal gamble with a winner.

Of course, I am the only enemy.
It was clear that those bastards were 100 percent screwed up.

Anyway, as a tip, if you get something like a monster’s egg, it’s good to bring it to the arena. It is also so salty that professional traders call it an egg hunter. This is because the arena suffers from a chronic lack of monsters.

“Then where are you going?”
“You really don’t know? Our bastards are really fucking stupid. Well, I like that, but today it’s kind of frustrating.”
“…”

So where do you want to go?

“Surely not shopping, right?”

I never really imagined that.

The place where I was dragged away was a shopping street that had no connection with me at all. It was not a street lined with blacksmiths or general stores, but a street that literally handled cultural things. Simply put, high-quality clothes or jewelry. Or, it is said that it was a place that sold perfume.

I never thought I would come to a place like this in my life. The units of the price tags visible beyond the show window made me doubt my eyes. Who said that 1 gold can feed a family of 4 for a month? Fuck you, I will survive for several years alone with 1 gold.

“What are you doing? You’re not coming in?”

I was too afraid to enter a clothing store that looked luxurious at first glance.

Is it okay for a hyper bitch like me to enter a place like this? The question lingered in my mind. My clothes represent my status her, and my shameless level was too low to enter this place in my current form.

“It’s kind of hard to get in.”
“Are you ashamed?”
“I’m embarrassed.”
“What are you worried about when I’m here? Shut up and come in.”

The inside of the store smelled different. I followed Winia, stiff and stiff from tension.

Winia seemed to like my shrunken look at her, lifted her tiptoe, reached out her hand, and stroked my hair once.

“Cook-Cook. Bastard cute, cute. So fucking cute I want to kill him.”
“Winia, you are the cutest in the world.”
“When you talk, talk, talk. Be sincere. If you don’t want to look for it? Huh? Bastard.”
“Yes…”

Just when the clerks who saw the tail were about to cast doubt on the relationship between the pretty wizard and the beggar-looking bastard, Winia handed me her own wand, hat, and cloak.

“Hold on for a second.”

Then, I picked up some clothes and went into the dressing room.
Well?
No, this development is unbelievable!

“How about this?”
“Mother.”

Surprisingly, Winia went into the locker room to change her clothes and came out! Then he asked me how I liked the dress!

This promised development!

I can’t admit it!

This kind of lover event is supposed to be done with girlfriends!

“Does it suit you?”

Therefore, Winia was wearing a frilly, frilly street outfit, not her usual purple robe with a hollow chest.

Does it suit you… Winia asked me that. If so, you should rate it. She said that since ancient times, if a woman asks if a woman looks good in her clothes her, she should answer seriously, not just pass it off.

“That suit is not suitable for battle.”

When you think about it coldly, this is not a modern Earth, but a savage world where the threat of battle is always lurking.

Clothes like that may look pretty, but in actual combat, they are of no use at all, or rather, they were a hindrance. For my sensibilities, it would be better to fix the sky part tightly, add the breastplate and shoulder armor, and protect the joints with chains.

“No, fuck. I’m asking if the clothes suit you, but why are you saying that? A bastard just fucking pisses me off today?”
“Please calm down! It’s a joke!”

I was about to be right again.
But well, Winia was also a woman, so she looked quite pretty wearing clothes like that.

“You’re so damn pretty you can’t fit in. I think you’re probably the prettiest in the city!”
“Fuck again. You answer insincerely. Bastard?”
“No, no! It’s real! It’s really pretty! I’ll never say anything about a pretty girl! So put your fist down, please! You’re so pretty!”
“Really?”
“You’re so pretty, Winia!”
“Kyahahaha! Really? Really?”

For a while, I flattered Winia as if she were sucking every nook and cranny of her body. Winia seemed to like it quite a bit. Anyway, the try-on went on for about an hour with that kind of feeling. Winia asked me to rate the clothes she had tried on.

I replied that they were all too beautiful to rate. It seemed that Winia had reaped a bit of violence after continuously pouring compliments on her lips.

“Yes, this, this, this, this. Please count them all.”
“Thank you! Guest!”

I don’t know why clothes are so expensive. F*UCK.

Winia threw away all her huge amount of clothes her in 1Q. I was worried that she would suddenly ask me to buy all of these things, but it seems to have been overshadowed. In fact, I couldn’t even buy a single piece of clothing here if I put all my money together.

“I’ll go back.”

After all, do women like shopping? If I had that kind of money, I would have bought the armor first and changed the sword to a better one. I couldn’t understand such a waste of money.

“What are you doing without carrying it?”

And, of course, all the burden was on me. This fucking makes no sense Why should I listen to other people’s things?

“Let’s go together…”
“Bastards are weak, so you have to work out even when you’re like this. Huh? Thanks?”
“…”

I’m not that weak

“No, bastard. If you’re grateful, you have to say thank you, right? That’s common sense.”

After all, this year is a psycho.

“Thank you.”

Thanks Midori.

“Then what are you going to do now?”

I asked. I don’t think Winia will release me from her already. At least it will be released when the sun goes down.

“Are you asking me that?”
“Because you’re the captain. I’ll ask you, the captain.”
“You said something like a boss and fell asleep. The bastard really came out to play with me, did you think anything of it? Really?”

I didn’t even know you’d come today

“No, actually, it’s my first time doing something with a girl, so I’m not sure.”

Looking back, I never really played with a girl.

Not to mention in a different world, even in his hometown his, he was excellent at Namjung, Namgo, Engineering, and Army Tech, so there was no point of contact. It is said that there will be people who will become techta like me, but you fuckers say the difficulty itself is different.

“What? First time?”
“Yes, first.”

At those words, Winia was stunned, which was rare.

“You never played with a bastard girl?! At that age? Seriously!”
“Why are you surprised there?”

Of all the pain I suffered today, it hurt more than anything else.

“Oh my God! My God!”
“Please stop freaking out…”

Winia went on a rampage, but for some reason she seemed very happy to see it.
Why?
Why am I so happy the more it turns out that I am a pitiful person?

“Um… Based on what you look like and where you’re from, you’re right! Aren’t the bastard barbarian girls playing around with you?”
“I don’t know, fuck…”

In the first place, I had never seen anything called a ‘barbarian girl’. The fact that she is of barbarian origin is not true, but she is actually from Earth. In the first place, black-haired pups were so rare in this city.

“Huh, yes. That’s right. Well, fine. Then I’ll have to tell you!”
“Yes… Thank you…”

My heart ached so much. Her physical pain and thirst were tolerable to some extent, but the thought of having such a sensitive matter exposed to Winia broke her heart more than anything else.

“Thank you for playing with me? A pretty wizard like me is like a nicker. Thank you for playing with the baby?”
“I’m so grateful that I’m full of tears, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m grateful or because I’m sad…”
“I’m the only good person in the world who can play with a bastard beggar!”

It rained in my heart…