Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 118

118 – Relationship between support and hemostasis

Going out into the hallway, Gordon was awake before he knew it.

“Hmm…”

“You’re awake, librarian Gordon.”

He passed out and slept while others worked hard, but now the time has come for him to play an active role.

And the slave found his master as soon as he opened his eyes.

“Mr. G-House? Where has Professor Jackson gone?”

I pointed to the closed lab and said.

“The bastard has gone to a place that is not known whether it is a good place or not. It’s a place I can’t evaluate because I haven’t been there, but they usually say it’s another world.”

“The mercenary is quite twisted. If you say hell, it will be expressed a little simpler.”

“I’ve been to Hell, but it’s a better place to live than I thought. Anyway, Jackson is dead and you are free.”

“Wait, wait.”

The librarian, who was injected with too much information in an instant, said as if he had a brain freeze, clutching his forehead with his left hand.

“You mean Professor Jackson is dead? G-House and the two of you?”

“Oops, did you want the other way around? I think it’s at least better than meeting them all in the other world.”

“That’s right, but…”

Gordon, who had an expression as if possessed by a ghost, looked at me and asked.

“What the hell is your identity?”

“I am a mercenary.”

“Are you just saying that a mercenary killed Professor Terwin Jackson? A professor at the Faculty of Magic at Britian University?”

“One thing right, one thing wrong. I’m just a mercenary, but I didn’t kill Jackson.”

I shook my head and told the truth.

“He was killed in an accident.”

“No, I just killed him-“

“An accidental death.”

After I cut off my words, I told Gordon about the tragedy that had just happened in the tree house.

“He passed away while experimenting with forbidden black magic.”

“There are traces of magic all over the place?”

“It seems that some self-harm and delirium were involved in the process. It is a characteristic of people who have been engulfed by black magic. It’s a pity, he was a good person.”

I asked, suggesting the only way to respect the smooth journey of all of us and the passion for learning of Jackson, who even used himself as a test subject.

“Isn’t it?”

Gordon seemed to be taken aback for a moment, knowing that his advisor had been killed in an accident.

Soon he nodded.

“…That’s right. And if it weren’t for the three of you, I’d be dead here. Thank you so much.”

“Nothing. So what are you going to do next? Are you going back to the library?”

Hearing my question, he shook his head for a moment.

“Maybe I should finish college and go back to help my dad with his work or something.”

“Isn’t it a waste of what you have accumulated so far?”

“G-House, I am the one who cursed the university.”

The look on Gordon’s face when he said that was quite deep.

Regret, pain, conflict.

And responsibility.

“I have to take responsibility for what I did.”

As he spat those words out, Gordon’s face showed a hint of regret that he had just said the word quit.

But he didn’t change his mind after all.

Gordon was no ordinary evil.

“If so.”

I decided to respect his wishes.

“However, I recommend that you go over the things about conservative magic before leaving university.”

“Yes?”

While he was taken aback by my sudden remark.

“You never know.”

I gave him some rather absurd advice.

“If you can prove that you are the one who created the repair magic, at least it will help you make a living.”

“It would be impossible. Professor Jackson already has a solid footing on this floor.”

“As usual, he died while using black magic.”

A scholar who studies magic died while trying his hand at black magic that everyone shunned.

It’s a situation where my position is shaken enough, and I think it’s a situation worth rubbing against.

Isn’t it obvious that it’s easier to pull out wobbly teeth than to pull out healthy teeth?

Depending on how you publicize Professor Jackson’s karma, the possibility is quite visible.

“It doesn’t matter if you leave with your faults on your back, but if you leave behind his achievements, isn’t it a little different? Of course, it’s your choice, so do as you like.”

After saying that, I moved on.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m going to get treatment.”

I’m saying this because everyone seems to have forgotten, but I’m in a state where my left arm is ripped off after receiving an ambush from a mad professor.

It was then that everyone looked at my left arm.

I said, waving my right arm.

“Ouch.”

It hurts like hell.

***

After Gordon disappeared in the other direction.

We decided to go back to the inn.

The young lady asked me to go to the church and get treatment, but I turned it down.

On the night the magic faculty professor died, it was bound to create a strange connection for the enchanted wanderer to open the door of the cathedral and enter.

However, both of them insisted on receiving treatment at the cathedral, so a plan was adopted for now to patch up at the inn and wait for some time before going to the cathedral.

“Okay, Mr. Ghouse. Ruler.”

Only then did Priianian nod his head and reached out to me.

I reached out my hand and asked at that incomprehensible action.

“Why are you suddenly asking for a hand?”

“No, to help.”

Why are you supporting me when I hurt my arm?

Perhaps it was because he knew that he was looking at him strangely, Prianian soon explained the reason.

“When I move my arm, the wound doesn’t harden, so the blood doesn’t stop. That’s why you have to leave it alone to stop the bleeding.”

“Yes.”

I heard about it once.

“But if you give strength to the arm, it will only hurt, so if you support it, that part will be fixed. Isn’t it?”

“Yes?”

Prianian said quite confidently.

“That’s why I’m helping you. At least it’s fixed if someone else holds it.”

“There is a point in what Prianian said. If you help it, it will stop the bleeding.”

Even the young lady, who was watching quietly beside her, said that and raised her hand.

If you support it, it will stop the bleeding. It’s a very different story from what I know.

Has your knowledge increased?

But there is something to be concerned about.

Priani An, the corners of her eyes slightly twitchy, approached me and said.

“So, Mr. G-House, I will help you.”

“I will.”

She was about to entrust her shoulder to Priianian, who smiled so slightly.

The young lady gave a small voice.

“But isn’t the prianian a little too small to support?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be angry. Because there is a reason.”

Not surprisingly, the young lady was taller than prianian.

“Human blood comes from the heart. That’s why you have to raise it a little higher than your heart to stop the bleeding.”

“There is not that much of a difference between you and me.”

“It’s quite a challenge to catch up with a little gap. Just as I can’t defeat you with a crossbow.”

A poor young lady, at least shorter than Prianian, said.

“So I guess I can help stop the bleeding.”

“Young lady?”

It was a pretty sudden proposal.

“It can’t be helped, can it? Not as much as the mercenary, but at least I’m a little taller than the prianian.”

Emphasizing that it was a necessary act, the young lady added a word.

“Then help me. The mercenary did a lot today, and I didn’t do much, so I’ll have to help with something like this.”

“At least, young lady, there are bound to be things that cannot be resolved with physical characteristics. For example, the experience of dealing with the wounded.”

Prianian said to the young lady without changing a single expression.

“I’m afraid that maybe because the robe is white, there will be blood on it. As the young lady knows, white clothes don’t bleed well.”

When she finished speaking, she took her cloth from her pocket and tied it around her wound.

Come to think of it, these people said they were trying to stop the bleeding and didn’t even take out a cloth.

“Ah.”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Seeing her being as careful as possible, fearing that she might get hurt, Young lady nodded her head.

“Even Pri or An would have risked getting her clothes soaked in blood, but for worrying about her like this, I apologize for being so harsh with her.”

“It’s okay. Young lady.”

“Then excuse me now, mercenary.”

“Excuse me?”

While Priyanian brings up her doubtful questions.

Her young lady quickly raised her left arm with both of her hands and supported it.

“Young lady?”

I heard a slightly chilled voice.

I heard the young lady’s voice, as if explaining.

“Like this, I can only lift my arms with both hands, but since you’re shorter than me, I think you’ll need some support.”

“Yes?”

“But even if it’s me, it’s impossible to keep holding it, so I’ll go like this and have Prianian support me in the middle. How is it?”

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Upon hearing her suggestion, Prianian immediately nodded her head and said.

“…Good.”

Then it came to my right.

I don’t know what’s good, but it seems that’s how it turned out.

***

After a while, I came out of the forest and saw the university again in front of my eyes.

“Switch.”

She continued to stare at my shoulder, then looked away from her and said.

“Thank you. Young lady.”

The young lady who received my thanks said in a small voice.

“It’s simply to stop the mercenary’s bleeding, so there’s no need to be too grateful.”

After finishing her words, the young lady handed over my arm to Prianian.

“Good job.”

Then Priyanian squeezed between his arms as if to settle down.

Instantly, I felt a soft and soft feeling on my side, and soon the scent came rushing in.

“Ah.”

“Why is that, Mr. Ghouse?”

Prianian, who was stuck next to me, looked up at me and asked.

The worry in those blue eyes forced me to look forward again.

“…Nothing.”