Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 141

141 – Mysterious screams

Due to the special feature that did not fit the concept, everyone’s eyes began to show two different emotions in different proportions.

Fear of the unknown and embarrassment.

It was because I found out that the subject who let out a scream that couldn’t be said to be mine was not an ally.

‘At least among the monsters I know, no one makes that noise.’

Although there weren’t many ugly bastards of evil that I’d forgotten about, there weren’t too many.

And in a place where none of them were, there was no one who let out a scream that seemed to be pulled out of the soul to that extent.

Unlike adventurers like Sten, at least I, a war mercenary, had no talent for distinguishing monster breeds by sound, and others seemed to do the same.

Soon, the eyes that could not find the answer turned to the young lady again.

Priyanian, who had a slightly nervous expression, put on his gun barrel and asked the young lady.

“Then, by any chance, wasn’t that troll also made by the young lady?”

Then she shook her head.

“No. It is true that I created the illusion of a troll. It seems like they keep coming, so I made it to stop them approaching.”

A slightly trembling voice continued.

“But I didn’t make that scream. Prianian.”

In the end, only silence was left on the table.

That’s why even though I was far away from that unknown bush, its scream lingered in my ears like an earworm.

In the wake of my imagination, I began to draw the faces of the strange guys.

A troll, an ogre, or a giant insect or a handstand platypus.

At the moment, needlessly detailed references flash through my head, increasing my stress.

“Come on!”

Pair. A voice came from Priest Rien’s hand claps, and we returned from the bush to the table.

“Guys, it’s already over!”

The priest with a bright smile looked around us and said.

“And now that the food is here, you might as well eat slowly and calm down!”

At that, she turned her head and saw the waitress holding a tray of food with an embarrassed look on her face.

He asked, looking around us.

“If you are done talking, can I put the food away?”

“Yes, yes. Please leave it here.”

I don’t know what that voice is, but at least it’s not the kind of monster that serves food.

Dalgrak.

Instantly, four plates of steaming eggs, ham, and less warm bread slices were placed on the table.

Before lifting the fork and dipping the thinly sliced ham, I spoke reassuringly to the party who had yet to pick up the utensils.

“Just in case anyone would be concerned, we will never go to that canyon again on our itinerary. And I will never do anything that you might be concerned about.”

“What are you talking about?”

In response to Priianian’s question, I spoke of the best thing I could think of to die.

“Going back and looking at him, or paying too much attention to it or something.”

We weren’t adventurers, and with so many things to do, we didn’t have the energy to do crazy things like that.

That’s even more so when there’s steaming food right in front of you, and bath water and a soft bed await when you go upstairs.

I looked at the party with a stiff expression and asked.

“If there are any of these that you would like to go back and check, please let me know.”

At that, everyone looked at me.

No answer came back.

“I was just saying this in case anyone returned with a lost item, attachment doll, or precious memory.”

Still no answer came back, so I cleared my throat and changed the subject.

“Just kidding, kidding. If you don’t even know what kind of person you are, trying to imagine the worst won’t do you any good for your mental health.”

Human malice is fully applied to the imagination, so if you keep thinking about sh*t, you can mix it with other things to make it more bizarre.

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“I assure you, if we try to imagine the worst, our heads will somehow come up with the lesser. We will be devastated that much.”

Our Journey #Tag: Being impoverished wasn’t a very pleasant thing, so it would be better to cut it moderately.

“It is said that there is a floor under the floor, but there is no need to dig up the floor you are standing on.”

“The mercenary looks pretty good.”

As if the joke to lighten the mood worked well, the young lady who had been keeping her mouth shut for a long time opened her mouth while looking at me.

“I am still terrified.”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been through this a lot, I got used to it quickly.”

I’ve been through a lot of similar things.

When I was in elementary school, I could feel human malice as I swayed through the computer screen.

It’s like the fruit of a demonic imagination that made it worse than what he suffered due to the psychology that he couldn’t be the only one who suffered.

‘f*ck you guys, where did you get that video of a girl group screaming after a ghost pops out while dancing?’

As if I saw something in my expression recalling memories related to the girl group shock video (real). The companions didn’t say anything.

“…So, whether you’re walking or running, it’s better to stop imagining about friends who will be far away from us beyond the thick fence.”

I didn’t feel very good about being a walking misery porno, so I said, dipping the ham with a fork.

“We don’t have time to worry about that, and we need to respect his privacy.”

“As G-House mercenary said, we live a life that is not enough to fully feel the light of the sun! There is no need to explore things that the light cannot reach!”

Noticing that Priest Rien was trying to lighten the mood, Pri Anian nodded her head.

“Then it would be best to stop talking about that sound. How about telling a different story instead?”

“I know that Mr. Priyanian hated sunlight, but why not take this opportunity to hear about the sun god!”

“It’s just Priest Rien. At that time, it was because you had just opened the curtains you had drawn.”

I started to feel the warmth of people again on the table that had been cold like the table at a funeral home.

After finishing their meal like that, they started to stand up one by one.

I looked around at the party and said.

“For now, there are no more schedules for today. If you have any problems, please come and talk to either me or Miss Prianian, and I will do my best to help you.”

After I finished talking, I headed out the door instead of the stairs leading to the second floor.

“Mr. G-House. Where are you going?”

Her back At the question of her prianian coming from behind her, I looked at her and gently waved the knife in her hand.

“I’m going to practice.”

If you don’t practice, your skills will rust and you’ll die.

***

The bath after cutting in the scorching sun wasn’t too bad.

It was a method that was filled with cold water in a wooden barrel that would appear in historical dramas.

At least it was better than pouring water with a bucket at the well, so it would be fair to call it not bad.

After washing the clothes I brought with me and hanging them on the line hanging in my room, I was done with everything.

“Uh-guk.”

With a thump, the straw mattress hugged me.

Now that the tension has been completely relieved, only sighs escape from my mouth as I stare at the dusty air.

While I was killing time like that, I thought I should go to Priest Rien.

Since she told me midway through the gorge, ‘I can feel something beside me’.

I wondered if I knew or felt a little more than the other party members.

Smart.

“Priest Rien, are you inside?”

“Huh? Mercenary, please wait!”

Only after hearing a bustle from inside, she told me it was okay to come in.

When I opened the door and went inside, Priest Rien, who was sitting at a small table, greeted me with a smile.

Ignoring the slightly protruding clothes in the corner next to the bed, I moved the chair to the best possible angle and sat down.

The priest, who was waiting for me to sit down, looked at me and asked.

“Mercenary, why did you come here! If you came because you were injured-“

“No, no. Thanks to Priest Rien’s concern, there are no injuries.”

I said, dissuading her from reaching her hand for her courtesy first aid kit.

“I just came to have a little chat with the priest.”

“Do you have anything else to say to me?”

The priest’s wet hair shook his head in the sunlight.

As I stared blankly at that golden hair, I got to the point.

“I came to see you because I thought it might have something to do with what the former scream and Priest Rien talked about in the canyon.”

Then she shook her head.

“I am in the same position as the G-House mercenary and others.”

“Oh.”

I was asking just in case, but it seemed like it was the way it was.

“However, the direction I was hearing seemed to be roughly the same as the one I felt a presence from earlier!”

“I see. Thank you for taking the time during your break.”

“There was nothing to do anyway, so it doesn’t matter if you come over to play!”

Priest Rien, who was smiling, looked at me and asked.

“By the way, mercenary, did you come to see me separately because you were worried that others would be anxious?”

“Anyway, in order to eliminate the element of anxiety as much as possible, it is better to know at least a little bit of identity. In that sense, I can only apologize to the priest.”

“Do you think I have anything to apologize for?”

“Priest must have been very surprised today, but I think I overturned his mind, which he must have tried to calm down.”

After hearing the answer, Priest Rien just laughed.