Chapter 42 – Festival

No, I’m just going to throw this out there.

I feel like I’m going to die of shame because the clothes I’m wearing right now are clothes, but I just pushed them outside…

Even in the game, there was a setting that Rumia had a very beautiful appearance, and even when I saw it in reality, Rumia had a doll-like appearance. Maybe that’s why, as soon as she came out with her makeup on, she could feel the gazes of passers-by.

Even though she was clearly clothed, her face blushed as if she were being shown her naked body.

Even if she was that warrior, normally she would ask me where she was sick and if she was okay, she would ask me, but for some reason, she still had a blank expression on her face as she stared at my body and face. Unlike before, I felt her blatant stare, which made her feel a little mysterious.

It’s not the first time I’ve been stared at by a man like this, but I never thought I’d receive it from a hero. One day, the day will come when you have to love the hero, and if that day comes, you will do the same with the hero…

I was scratching my head.

“…”

If the hero hadn’t said he wanted to see me wearing this, none of this would have happened…
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Ha..

Yes.. It is wrong to say I want to wear it and then say something to the warrior.

I know, but… It’s just that I’m too ashamed of myself.

A while ago, he was a man, but he was dressed up like a woman.

I was dragged by Cecilia, dressed in her clothes, and pushed outside. While I was confused about what to do now, a warrior approached me and held out his hand to me.

I wondered why he was extending his hand, so I looked up and the warrior smiled and replied.

“I will escort you.”

After doing something, did he decide to do as Cecilia said?

I had no choice but to raise my hand and face the hero with a smile.

I couldn’t even enjoy it properly because I rushed out in the capital, so shouldn’t I enjoy it here as well?

I don’t like the clothes you’re wearing.

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It’s not that big of a town, but it’s also a festival that welcomes warriors, and thanks to the supply and demand of the necromancer who used to eat away at the town, the atmosphere of the town was very good. Thanks to the small town, the impression of me and the warriors spread quickly, so I was welcomed wherever I went.

Now that I know it, there are more people visiting the village than I thought.

Some of them are the closest towns to the capital, and when festivals are held in the original capital, Latikan, other towns also hold festivals one by one.

In modern times, it is next to the capital. Yes, in Korea, you can think of it as a city in Gyeonggi-do. Since the capital, Latikan, is very large, it is difficult to see this village as a real small village, as it is also a relatively small village.

‘Wow..’

In the central plaza, water rises from a fountain with a statue of a god, and many vendors are seated around it, shouting to sell their wares and to attract customers. Around the plaza, ordinary travelers and adventurers were walking around.

On the benches, people who looked like couples were sitting hugging each other or expressing affection. Some couples show intense affection even if it is a good day, such as a festival.

When he saw them, the warrior coughed and cleared his throat.

It’s a very sorry story to the hero, but I thought I knew why he was showing such a reaction. I saw something embarrassing while the person I liked was walking side by side dressed up, so I probably imagined doing something like that with me.

They were walking side by side in the square, but they were not talking to each other.

It would be natural if it was natural because I couldn’t talk in the first place, but it would be a pity for the warrior.

It’s a gimmicky life.

The person you like is mute and deaf.

What can I say, but even a warrior is a pure love if you say it well, but a foolish guy if you say it badly. Being able to hear only one person’s voice is a romantic story, but wasn’t there a quote from someone about life?

Life is a comedy when seen from a distance, and a tragedy when seen from close up.

If you look at it from a distance, it might be a romantic story in which the male lead takes charge of the struggling heroine for the rest of her life, but if you look closer, you can’t hear anything except the warrior’s words, and a woman who can’t speak has to live her life with someone’s help. , A man was a sad story of helping such a woman for the rest of his life.

The hero must have chosen me nonetheless.

I chose a dumb and deaf wizard with no special place anywhere, not the outstanding heroines around me. That fact alone showed how much affection he had for me and for Rumia.

Therefore..

I felt so sorry for the warrior.

The hero is acting like this for me, for Rumia, but I was deceiving such a hero.

Even if you can’t do anything else, wouldn’t it be okay to hold hands at least?

I fidgeted.

In the past, I didn’t even dare to hold hands, I thought it was because I was a man and I didn’t think walking around holding a man’s hand, but now that reluctance has disappeared a lot. I felt an incomprehensible confidence that I would be able to hold the hand of a warrior enough now.

No, do I need to understand?

I laughed bitterly inwardly.

“Uh?”

Maybe he didn’t know that I would hold his hand, but the hero made a puzzled expression.

I don’t know what’s so stupid about being a warrior.

No matter how much the person I like held my hand first, I didn’t know that I would express it with my whole body saying I was embarrassed. No way, I thought he was a hero and had some experience, but he reacted that way just by holding hands.

“Lu, Lumia?”

If I think about it, I think we did more than hold hands, but the guy who was so embarrassed by barely holding hands looked so cute.

Uh, so…

It doesn’t mean that you look cute, it means that you act cute.

I wasn’t like that yet.

Is not it..?

I’m a guy, but isn’t it a problem that I thought he was cute even though it was for a while..?

I was a little confused, but more than that, I shook my head inwardly because it was fun to make fun of the hero. He said he drew a line, but there were times when he slept with me and even gave me a lap pillow.

At first, I felt sorry for the hero, so I tried to hold his hand, but the reaction of the hero who held my hand was so fresh and fun that even I felt the same way. I could feel my heart beating faster than usual.

This was… Abnormal.

That’s why I knew

This is.. My feelings but not my feelings.

But now I had no intention of arguing about that.

No, I didn’t have to ask.

Haven’t you always thought about it before?

Let’s erase the repulsion towards the hero and the man first, Hero must have known, and I also knew.

Rejection does not go away easily.

Gender is not divided into mental gender and physical gender for nothing.

In the world, people say that if you run a hole, you are a woman, and if you run a bar, you are a man, but gender is deeper and more complicated than that. Why such words as heterosexual, homosexual, and bisexual exist, sexual attraction was a much more complicated story.

Right now I’m obviously weird.

I am the mental subject, but my body and mind were leaning toward the hero.

I think it probably has something to do with my becoming Rumia.

It would be a lie if I said it wasn’t scary, but it was because I was more afraid of the future of destruction, and during the time I spent with the hero, I could see the affection he sent me and his sincerity, and finally, my body and mind were leaning towards the hero.

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to accept the day the hero saved me and told me the whole truth.

In the end, in order to have a happy ending where everyone doesn’t die, you have to love the hero.

If you look at my current situation, it may be unfair, but there is not much time left to live with regret, and the responsibility given to me is heavy.

The time I spent with the hero, and even though I hadn’t met for a while, Cecilia and Ruril, this world.

I was hoping not to perish.

And I don’t even want to die.

Is there anyone in the world who wants to die?

Yeah, so…

‘Let’s get used to holding hands first.’

A journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.

Yes?

I smiled at the hero.

The hand holding the hero was warm.