Chapter 408 – Dawn. Wake Up.

“Depart!”

Atra, who had both hands full of dolls and souvenirs, announced the start of hide and seek in a bright voice.

Although the spirit of the saint was so strong that she could not let go of anything in her arms.

Unlike the toughness in her expression, her unbalanced steps stood out, so Roman approached and raised his voice.

“Atra. I will carry the horn.”

“I don’t want it… It’s mine!”

Because of her saintly stubbornness, Roman bent down to meet her eye level.

She whispered, looking around her with a serious expression, pretending to be wary.

“If the horn is shaken or struck, it may make a sound and be heard. Isn’t there a rumor that elves have hearing as good as their big ears?”

“Ugh…”

Pursing her lips, Atra looked thoughtful.

“Even if Atra hides it well, if Jelly blows the horn, attention may be drawn.”

Was this statement, which I accepted without thinking, more understandable than anything else?

Atra nodded with a look on her face that said that opinion was indeed valid, and held out her horn to Roman.

“Okay… I’ll lend you this until I get back. But no jelly! I will protect you!”

“Jelly doesn’t make any sound, so I think it’ll be okay.”

Let Roman take care of the horn, as there is a possibility of getting hurt while jumping around excitedly.

Atra smiled as she held her doll tightly in her arms. She laughs, feeling excited about her game of hide and seek starting now.

“Roman. Let’s go quickly!”

At the same time, Atra approached with her shaky steps, stretched out her free hand and grabbed Roman’s hand.

“You could get hurt… No, you shouldn’t run because secrecy is key.”

“Idiot! Even Jelly knows that!”

Atra took the lead, moving with a wobbly step that did not match her lively voice.

Roman concentrated on helping the saint maintain her balance by holding her hand.

“Atra. That is not the way.”

“···.”

“It’s on the left there.”

She went down a remote road and passed two alleys.

I passed through the lively streets, keeping my timing in mind.

“The elves just fell in the opposite direction, so you can keep going.”

“That’s great! Even Jelly is praising Roman’s abilities!”

“Is that so? It’s an honor.”

I’m walking for over 10 minutes, a distance that should take just 1 minute.

It is true that Atra’s legs have slowed down to a point where it is comparable to her standing still, but her most important condition is that she must avoid the elves wearing her familiar outfit.

‘Even if this place has the most people, if we can’t see it like this, we’ll have to search somewhere else.’

A considerable number of elves are under the direct command of a saint, and their bodies and senses have been trained.

If we continue to compete with such elites, the results will be as natural as expected, which is laughable.

“It’s getting farther away.”

“Can I go now?”

“Once we leave completely, we will take our time.”

“Huh!”

After repeated searches, Blanc’s elves caught passers-by and questioned them, but no matter how much they looked around, they could not find a clue about the two people.

They began to disperse to the outskirts, perhaps realizing that it was no longer the center they had thought to be powerful.

“You can go now.”

“Let’s go again!”

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Atra was full of desire to stand in front and lead Roman.

However, the body did not easily listen to its owner’s commands.

The magic that came at every moment without warning and the strong drunkenness that made the world spin around began to interfere with the saintess’s game of hide and seek.

Atra, who had safely overcome several near-falls thanks to Roman’s help, soon began to rub her sleepy eyes.

“Atra. You can see the inn just around the corner.”

“Hmm~”

As we get closer to our destination, we no longer have to lead the way.

At one point, the form slowly dragged by Atralloman, with her eyes half-closed and trying to contagious yawn.

“We’re all here.”

Squeak.

The inn was originally rented to treat Roman’s burns. The two people who pushed through the door headed for the stairs.

At this point, she seemed to have reached the limit of standing, and the moment she put her head and back on the bed, she seemed to be falling asleep.

“The destination is just around the corner. All you have to do is climb these stairs one last time.”

“I’m just going to sleep…”

“You can sleep in just a few steps.”

The inn owner didn’t even look at Roman and Atra, as if he was used to seeing drunk guests.

“I need to go to a store… Please be my father…”

Now she seems to have completely lost interest, having had enough of playing hide and seek.

She seems so desperate for sleep that she shows no interest in anything else.

‘Well, is it enough to have come this far?’

Rather than carrying her on her back, Roman lifted the saint’s lower body up with one hand.

As if this was okay as long as it was comfortable, Atra buried her head in Roman’s neck and let out hot breath.

“Hmmmm…”

“If you’re still asleep, you’ll be in trouble.”

I held Atra’s doll steady from her weakened hands and walked up the wooden stairs.

The doorknob held in Roman’s hand made a rattling sound and accepted the two people.

The saintess, defeated by her alcohol, safely laid her body on a soft bed.

“Atra? You ate dessert like that, but you can’t sleep like this.”

“I’m sleepy… I’m going to sleep with a jelly called Atra…”

“···.”

At Roman’s call, Atra hugged her doll and turned her body in the opposite direction.

“Excuse me.”

Roman, who was scratching his head at that sight, made a decision and moved. She put her hand in Atra’s armpit and lifted her up as she was about to go straight to her dreamland.

The saint floated up like a stray cat.

“Atra, you need to brush your teeth before you go to sleep.”

“Write everything down…”

Atra’s head rolled around trying to interpret her mumbling voice.

‘Is it true that you can’t move?’

With her kick, she dribbled the chair next to her and placed it in front of her bathroom, letting Atra sit there.

Roman, who brought salt, special plant powder, and a toothbrush, sat down in front of the saint.

“Ah, please do it.”

“Leah…”

“You must not eat it.”

Atra, half asleep with her eyes closed, opened her mouth and followed her words audibly.

Roman continued his delicate touch, recalling the time when Seria fell asleep with a toothbrush in her mouth after training.

The sound of brushing teeth resonates in a quiet room.

In a situation where there was no need to hide his expression, Roman smiled, put away his toothbrush, and got some water in a cup.

And even a round basin.

“Just hold it in and spit it out here.”

“Beeeee…”

I wiped the area around Atra’s mouth, who had managed to rinse it out by pouring out water.

Lastly, take hot water into the basin and wash your feet.

“Phew! It’s quite difficult.”

“Hmm, uhm…”

Since I can’t change her outfit, I just take off her headband and skip that.

Only after the whole process was over did Roman lay Atra back on the bed.

‘What time is it?’

Looking out the window, I saw that the prayer ceremony was still going on successfully.

A lot had happened, but it wasn’t that late.

“After.”

After briefly washing his face, Roman packed the horn he bought as a souvenir into his backpack.

Just like the time I spent at Farsten’s inn, I sat comfortably with my back to the door, far away from the bed where Atra was sleeping, to block the entrance.

In that state, take out the bead in your inventory and send a signal to the mansion.

Wow-

The response came back quickly, as if he had been waiting for now.

Looking at the color, it’s clear who it is, and it even makes you think you can hear their voice.

‘It’s an eclair.’

We only exchange simple greetings, such as whether someone is sick or something special is happening, but smiles come out naturally.

The news that there is no major problem puts my mind at ease and the accumulated fatigue melts away.

I’m happy.

*****

It was a cool dawn before the sun had even risen.

It is the time when the heat of the prayer ritual moves from outdoors to indoors and becomes hot.

“Yes···?”

Atra, who had fallen asleep in bed, slowly opened her eyes and revealed her light blue eyes.

A somewhat familiar ceiling.

In order to resolve the questions that arose while watching this, the saint took time to awaken her mind.

“!”

Atra, startled by the memories of her growing in size, raised her upper body.

Her pounding headache and thirst took a backseat.

‘Jelly?!’

A doll in your arms. She even gave it a name herself.

The existence of the doll, which she had been secretly interested in ever since she set foot in Kiwonje, declares that the memories flooding her mind are not lies.

“Atra. There is a lot of time left, so you can sleep.”

“Tongue, brother…! Cough! Cough!”

Atra, unable to hide her embarrassment, gets caught in her saree and continues to cough. She saw Roman get up from her seat and she grabbed the bottle of water that was on the table.

Roman frowned at the empty water bottle and opened his mouth when he realized he didn’t even have a cup.

“I’ll just quickly get you some water and a cup from downstairs.”

Without a chance to say anything, Roman closed the door and left.

“Ah, uh, ugh…!!!”

Her coughing stopped, but Atra’s mind began to run wild.

He voluntarily held her hand, rubbed her breasts, hugged her, buried his nose in her neck and felt that the smell of Roman was good, or had a platinum adventurer help her brush her teeth and wipe her feet.

Normally I would never do that. Attitudes that I have never even dared to think about.

Her mind is a mess.

She couldn’t show her red face to the world.

Isn’t the shame entirely one’s fault and share?

“───!!!!!!!”

Atra, who pressed his face into her pillow with the force of suffocation, let out a sound with the feeling of wanting to hide in a mouse hole.