Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 124

124 – The Late Night Visitor 2

The rather sudden proposal brought silence and agony.

There was pure kindness on his face, seen through the flickering candlelight.

I decided to take a peek at him.

“Mr. Gordon, to be honest, I didn’t think you would offer me a reward.”

“Even though you were a mercenary, you didn’t think about getting paid. You are a strange person.”

“My client is not Mr. Gordon. Remuneration is received only from the client, as much as the work done. Whether it is prepaid or postpaid.”

After giving a very textbook answer, I looked at him with a smile.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Mr. G-House has already helped me enough. He even hurt his arm.”

He shook his head, put his hands on the table and interlocked them.

“So today I came just out of pure goodwill.”

“Pure favor.”

Thinking too deeply can lead to mental illness. It was a lesson I had accumulated over the past five years.

“But goodwill only comes when the pockets are deep, and I’m afraid I’ll make Mr. Gordon’s economic situation worse. So I’ll take another one.”

“Is there anything else you want?”

Five years ago, there was always one thing I wanted.

“Do you know or have heard anything about space movement in the general sense, not space movement in the academic sense?”

According to Jackson, who is now nailed to the floor, Gordon was also a person with knowledge of space magic in his own way.

Even though it’s not your major, at least you’re better than me.

“I think I told you about that the other day, but it seems you have your own circumstances.”

Gordon pondered for a moment before he stood up.

“I will look for it first and come back later when I have time. It’s a university since Professor Jackson died, and security in town has been tight.”

I escorted him to the door.

“Have a good night, Mr. Ghouse.”

“Go carefully.”

Click.

When he left, his room returned to a quiet and solemn atmosphere.

I sat back in my chair and stared blankly in the corner.

The room where the candles were intentionally not brightly lit is a suitable environment for grieving.

While trembling in a rather sentimental way, saying that the endless corner in the dark is the same as my life.

Smart.

I heard someone knocking.

I checked where Gordon was, wondering if he had left his wallet, but there was nothing.

At times like this, there was only one person who would listen.

“Prianian?”

“Yes. Excuse me, could you open the door for me?”

I heard a rattling sound as if I was holding something, so I hurriedly got up and opened the door.

“Nice to meet you, G-House.”

Prianian, wearing a beige coat, was holding a tray and looking up at me.

“Wouldn’t it have interfered with your rest?”

I shook my head.

“I wasn’t doing anything anyway. What did you come for anyway?”

Dalgrak.

As if to explain why, I heard her gently lift the tray in her hand.

The faint scent of oranges told me what was inside.

“You hardly drank tea during the day. How about a drink?”

“Ah.”

I nodded and guided Prianian into the room.

She casually set the tea on the table and sat down.

I don’t know at what point I started drinking tea with a woman alone at night, but at least it wasn’t bad.

Squeeze.

Tea was poured into two cups, and instead of raising her cup, she looked at my left arm.

A voice full of regret reached my ears.

“How is your wound?”

“Thanks to your concern, I got better.”

Priyanian put on an apologetic expression and nodded her head.

“It was fortunate that Priest Rien was in Kolhen. If she hadn’t, she would have had to sew more.”

At those low words, I instantly got goosebumps.

It was a situation where that dog-like pain was still clearly lingering in my mind.

Inside she felt her gratitude for Priest Rien building, she replied to Pri Anian.

“Isn’t it good to be good? I’m glad Priian wasn’t hurt.”

Then, as she was about to raise her glass, her gaze turned to me.

It was the eyes that seemed to have been slightly moistened, and had a strange feeling.

“Why do you look like that?”

“No.”

I didn’t see Prianian like that for a day or two.

The moment I was about to drink tea like that.

“I was just looking at a man who randomly grabbed a girl and hugged her freely.”

Her words, which came in very suddenly, were enough to regurgitate her embarrassment along with the tea.

“Kek, kek.”

“Why is that, G-House?”

I looked in front of her, covering her tingling nose as her water got in,

Sadly, the corners of her eyes were bent, and she looked at me leisurely and said.

“Why do you look like that?”

It’s the same as what I said earlier.

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“No, doesn’t it sound a little strange to say that? I was just trying to save Prianian.”

“Thank you for that. But, is it true that G-House embraced me?”

My mouth didn’t move at all.

I drank the tea as my stomach burned at this absurd situation.

However, the hot water did not soothe the burning inside. Rather, she only encouraged it.

For some reason, with a slightly reddened face, she said to me.

“Right or not?”

“…That’s right.”

“Then what should I do?”

The rest of her head did not turn at the sudden words.

“Then, shouldn’t Priyanian just hug me once?”

A dog noise came out of the tongue without the filter.

“Yes?”

Her eyes widened, and I instinctively thought of a sentence.

f*cked.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Wouldn’t it be nice to pay back hugs with hugs?”

“No, who are you talking about?”

Despite Prianian’s protests, I carried on her bullsh*t.

“For Prianian, of course. Wasn’t the reason you said that just a moment ago because you wanted to let people know that Prianian was a victim?”

Symbol Jisera. In a situation where the cat hugged her, he would only get scratched if he fell from her arms.

“And come to think of it, wasn’t I also hugged by a prianian?”

“I said I hugged G-House?”

“Isn’t it?”

‘No, you madman.’

I got up from her seat and spread her arms toward her.

“Otherwise, you can pay back the same, and if it is right, you can do whatever you want.”

‘I’ll hit you on the cheek. Maybe because of his short stature, he can slap me in the chin.’

While closing his eyes like that, he clenched his teeth tightly to prevent the impact of his palm flying onto his cheek.

Width.

Prianian came into my arms.

At the same time, the soft and soft touch penetrated through the thin fabric, and a subtle warmth spread out.

“Huh?”

I heard her whisper in my ear, which had been momentarily drained.

“…I can’t live without getting hurt. I am.”

“Prianian? A prianian?”

Awkward.

The grip on her side grew stronger, and the sound of her heart in my chest was quickened by that fragrant something.

Kung.

Kung.

In a situation where the hand stopped in the air did not know where to go, the brain that became a blank paper reflexively pursued instinct.

“Eup.”

Then a little more, my chest warmed.

‘I shouldn’t be like this.’

The hug that had been held for a long time is broken.

“Ha ha.”

“Whoa.”

We let out a breath, and without anyone saying anything, we backed up at the same time and breathed heavily.

Wobbling.

As I struggled to hold on to my legs that were about to unravel, I grabbed my heart that was beating like crazy.

Only the warmth that couldn’t be achieved with the heat on the chest was telling the traces.

As if I wasn’t the only one like this, Prianian turned his head slightly and his ears turned red.

And belatedly, when her leg was about to come loose, he approached her and held her back in her arms.

In a situation where you become an asshole no matter what you say, it was better to just act like an asshole one more time.

The soft and warm breath in his chest turned into language.

“…Let it go.”

“I’m supporting you, so I’ll release it when your legs get stronger.”

“A lie.”

“I have no other intentions. Really.”

“I believe. Really.”

A mixture of truth and lies was exchanged, even I don’t know the ratio.

Hug her for a while longer, or should I have supported her?

“Let go now. G-House.”

As she loosened her arms, she saw Priian, her face red.

Seeing that figure, for some reason, I felt like making fun of him.

“So, is it hard to take off the Gambison?”

Coming back to my joke, it wasn’t the fist, it was something that hurt more than that.

Prianian said with a slight smile.

“No, I feel reassured. More than padded cloth armor.”

At that sight, my heart fluttered.

***

After she finished talking, she left.

I quietly put my Gambison back on.

The warmth above the chest was covered, but it did not fade.

I didn’t change my clothes. Because I had no clothes to change into.

Then he began to groan, looking at the wall quietly again.

Just as usual.

***

A few days later.

“You seem to be somewhat better now!”

Priest Rien, who was examining her wounds, said happily.

“I think you can leave now!”

“Can I swing the knife?”

“That doesn’t work!”