Chapter 130 – Visit #04

After checking the contents of the letter, my brain stopped for a while.

‘..What? Run away or commit suicide?’

As I looked at the letter with a shocked expression, Violet spoke to me in a worried voice and held my hand.

“Artine, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the letter?”
“Um… Um… Do you want to see it yourself?”
“Can I? What was it about that that surprised you so much?”
“Can I see it too? It’s the first time I’ve seen Artin make such a vain expression.”

I nodded and set the letter down on the table.

“..What’s this? To die? Wasn’t Xiaomei your close brother? Isn’t this a letter only for bullies?”

After reading the letter, Sister Marianne complained in a harsh voice as if she was dumbfounded at the word to die.

It was a natural reaction. Ordinary people would take it as an insult or an insult if they were told to run away or die.

“Sister Marianne, calm down. Could this mean something?”
“You mean… You mean something like a password? Or is it a story that only you can understand?”
“Um.. I don’t know yet.. Maybe not?”

Thinking about it calmly, there is no way that Xiao Mei, who was hanging around her waist her saying she did n’t want to break up with me, suddenly hated me and ordered me to die.

‘Xiaomei knows my return. Then the content of this letter is to run away or return…’

What’s curious is why did she suddenly ask for a regression? Enlisted here? Or being alone with Cayenne? What?

“..Um, come to think of it, Xiao-Mei’s condition has been strange since this morning.”

At that time, after reading her letter her, Violet, who had been silently crossing her arms and lost in thought, murmured:

“Has it been strange since this morning? What are you talking about?”
“So… It was around 11 o’clock when we all got together, but I didn’t know because everyone was sad or had sad expressions, but… Xiao Mei was especially unique.”
“Is it Yunan? What are you talking about?”
“That is…”

Violet gathered at the alchemy club this morning and slowly began to explain what had happened.

“When we all got together, Xiao-Mei arrived last, but she looked very urgent. Her breath was also gasping. She asked if she was okay, and she said she overslept and rushed over, so I thought she was… “
“.. That Xiao Mei gasped for her breath? Does she sleep late?”

From the beginning of the story, I couldn’t help but put on a puzzled expression.

In the previous episode, he was the one who woke me up every morning and begged me to exercise.

She overslept and ran out of breath? Xiao Mei is the one who ran away for half a day to catch a villain who ran away on a red horse that ran a thousand li with light engineering.

“Anyway, she said yes, so rather than she did, she moved on, but she said that Xiao Mei would only give her a letter and that she would not be able to stay long because she remembered her brother her, and after a while she hurriedly left.”
“…Isn’t that just strange or unusual, not suspicious?”

She rushes in, gives her a letter with no details and then disappears shortly after she runs away.

Isn’t that just like someone running away the next day?

“Of course we thought it was weird at first too! But Zorba… That… Um…”
“Is it Zorba? What did Zorba say?”
“…Xiao Mei is said to be like that sometimes on that day, so we thought maybe it was..”

At those words, I understood why Violet spoke cautiously.

Certainly, Zorba is next to me… No, maybe he knows Xiao-Mei better than me.

If he thought so, everyone would have agreed.

‘If Zorba hid Xiao-Mei’s suspicious behavior, does that mean Zorba knows something?’

Just in case, I also looked for a letter written by Zorba. If it was him, wouldn’t she have written something down?

“Found. Let’s see…”

– My friend Artin, I am writing you a letter for the first time in a long time because I have a request.
These days, it is said that the high-end Massabo of the Northern Church is popular among noble women.
I think it would be of great help if you told the person in charge of the church and brought some with you.
No, please ask for about 10 sheets. Your friend Zorba is-

“Such a ten-year-old!”

– Hwareuk!

Let’s snap her fingers her. In the air, Zorba’s letters burned and scattered.

“First of all, I will write a letter asking what happened today. Will Violet tell it to you and find out what’s going on?”
“Ah Okay. By the way, what is the letter you just burned..?”
“It’s garbage. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Two more incidents made my head hurt.

Xiao Mei is also Xiao Mei, but she continues to be bothered by Olga, who suddenly runs out of her meeting room as if running away…

“Hey, I’ve been curious since before, but I was serious so I couldn’t ask?”
“..Yes? What’s going on, sister?”
“You, Xiaomei and Violet. What is your relationship exactly? And you seem to be very close with the Saint of the Northern Church.”
“Cool! Cool! Uh, what are you talking about What is your relationship?”

As I was quenching my thirst with black tea while listening to the question, I heard the case of a sudden stone fastball and coughed.

“Seeing Agnes, it’s suspicious to call her by her first name rather than the princess or sheep. What are you doing without me knowing?”
“…Uh, no, that’s not a big deal. That is..”

I stuttered. Can Marianne reveal the harem?

I don’t think so. My sister Marianne is a member of the student council. If I hear from Prince Richard that she set up a harem before the formal engagement, wouldn’t she try to kill me?

“Well, it’s just because we’re friendly! Do you know how close we became while solving the Rose Crown case? Even the princess!”
“..M-That’s right! Friend, friend. Because we were in the same first year, we became close quickly. Because Xiao Mei and I are like her sister and her brother her?”

When Violet helped me, I jumped on her side of her and smiled awkwardly.

“Hmm… Really? Are you just friends?”
“Sure! Did you come to visit in the first place at the request of Princess Agnes? With St. Olga…”
“..Pe, pen pal! I’m a pen pal! I met you when I was young thanks to Zorba!”
“..Oh, with the saintess? Thanks to Zorba Pelkas?”

I nodded her head vigorously, pronouncing Zorba’s name her.

“Of course, Zorba has really wide feet, right? She followed him to the north with Xiao Mei, and when they were holding services, they met briefly and became friends, exchanging letters.”
“Oh, yes? What?”
“Um, what to do when you go to academy.. Or life in general. About that Talking about books, discussing faith..”

There is such a thing. A charming lie is 90% truth mixed with 10% lies.

I insisted that what I said was the truth by reciting parts of the letters I actually exchanged with Olga. And that statement was unmistakably true. It’s the third playthrough, but it’s not a lie, is it?

“Talk about your ideal type, what kind of date you want to go on, what kind of marriage you want to have..”
“…Did you even exchange such a story with the saintess through letters without my knowledge? Artin?”

However, while she was explaining, Violet’s voice her from the side her was strangely cold.

As I slowly turned my head towards Violet, her eyes mixed with the same coldness as when she looked at Olga earlier.

“Violet? What’s wrong with you..?”
“Well, after listening to it, I became curious about the contents of the letter, so could you continue explaining it?”
“No, wouldn’t this have been enough to explain..?”

Hearing that kind Violet’s cold voice, I unknowingly put my hands on my lap.

When I glanced at Marianne, she was looking at me with her arms crossed and a grin, as if she found this situation amusing.

“No, I wish I could explain more properly. Maybe I need to explain it to Agnes and the president of the student body, Richard?”

Weird. The visitation time, which had been waiting until morning, was not enjoyable at all.

I glanced at Al’Miraj one last time, but Al’Miraj looked at me and then looked away.

Al’Miraz, even you?

“Now, keep explaining, okay? What letter did you write again? Who did you write down as your ideal type?”
“Sure, what did you write in the letter about what you really want to know about your ideal type?”

The intuition I had accumulated during my 26 years as Yang Hee-min in reality and 21 years as Artin in this world was warning me sharply.

The fact that now is a bigger crisis than the rose crown.

Suddenly, the phrase from Xiao-Mei’s letter passed through my mind.

-Brother, when you come out of there, run away as far as you can! Or rather regress!-

I’m seriously looking forward to returning now.

**

Olga ran out of her meeting room and headed straight to her room.

“Saint? What are you doing? The complexion…”
“Get out of the way! Don’t let anyone into my room!”

-Boom!!

After savagely slashing out a priest who looked at her with concern, Olga knelt down in the room and began to vomit.

“Wow! Wow! Huh..! Huh…!”

I am short of breath, and my chest is stuffy and throbbing.

Olga hurriedly raised her divine power and radiated it toward her chest her, where she felt the pain in her chest her, but her chest pain her only lessened, but her rapidly beating heartbeat and hyperventilation did not stop.

Olga, who had stretched out her arms and fumbled for anything, barely covered her mouth with the veil she always wore around her head, and the symptoms of hyperventilation began to subside.

“Hoo-wook..! Whoop..! Agnes..!!! You damn bitch..!!!”

When the symptoms of her panic disorder stopped, Olga was able to get up and take care of herself.

Her complexion was pale rather than blue, and her face was marked with tears from her panic disorder.

Her well-manicured hair was scattered from the rough removal of her veil, and her hands were still trembling as she remembered the horror she had just felt.

Would the priest who had just encountered him see him like this? If you saw it, you might have to ask Sir Sergei to silence you.

“Whoa…Whoa…The medicine must have been here somewhere…”

Thinking that it was fortunate that Artin didn’t show such rudeness, Olga roughly opened the locked compartment at the bottom of her drawer.

Inside her, he unwittingly took out a tin of panic pills he was taking, poured it into his hand her, and stuffed it into his mouth her.

It wasn’t until she drank the wine that was lying next to the medicine cabinet in the drawer and swallowed the pills that Olga noticed that his hands had stopped shaking.

Soon after, the effect of the medicine returned and he became a little drowsy, and Olga sat down in his chair and enjoyed the haze.

Detoxifying with divine power would immediately remove the side effects of the overdose of the medicine, but Olga needed at least this effect.

“…Not yet, for Artin’s sake, we have to endure this much. Because I have to become a perfect saint..”

With a grin, Olga looked back at her mirror her.

The self in the smooth mirror was in a state of shattering.