Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 99

99 – Equivalent Exchange of Support and Disinfection

After forgetting the 10th face today. I almost forgot myself by an absurd mistake.

Because the air he inadvertently inhaled choked his breath.

I heard that the invisible sword is the scariest thing, but I didn’t know that it would be made of carbon dioxide and miscellaneous other world’s first-class carcinogens.

“Cool, cool.”

As I lowered my head and coughed continuously, my side started to throb.

Anyway, the dagger pierced Gambison slightly, but the adrenaline didn’t seem to make him feel it.

But I had to move. I can’t go on like this.

Now that I could barely see, I went over to the bars and flung my arms.

Flutter.

Only then did Miss Prianian, who was covered in cloth, stand up slowly.

She also staggered a bit, as if her condition was not normal, but she didn’t feel like she needed support yet.

I stopped her from coming to her side, and quietly pointed at her behind bars.

While Miss Prianian brought the girl out of the cage.

I picked up the morning star that was scattered next to the boss’s corpse and headed for the door.

The flames enveloped all the doors. It was fortunate that the flames did not carry any more because there was nothing nearby to burn.

Although it was unfortunate that I didn’t have a fire extinguisher, it was better than the corpses cooling off from the heat behind me. Now was the time to struggle to get better.

I was looking around like that. Sand piled up in the corner of the warehouse.

And just then, my gaze landed on a chair with a corpse sitting on it.

Of course, I didn’t intend to put out the fire by covering it with a corpse. Because that’s not what people do.

Right!

Morning Star breaks not only human bones, but other things as well.

The chair that lost its hind legs became a giant trowel when its back was wrapped in cloth.

The most primitive and ignorant shovel thus completed was filled with sand and then emptied.

After a few shoveling, the fire was extinguished, but I put a wooden board made from a broken shelf on top of it.

In a situation where the fire would have been turned off but the sand would have been heated, it was thanks to the fact that there were no crazy bastards who would polish the barbed wire with the soles of their feet.

Fortunately, the board didn’t catch fire, so I looked back and said.

“Come on, let’s go.”

I stretched out my arm.

The pulled side ached, but there was no problem in supporting Miss Prianian, who was reeling from inhaling too much smoke.

“Sorry, I am.”

She seemed to be apologetic, but she tried to escape with a diminishing voice.

The struggle in a state of exhaustion rather created the opposite effect of coming into my arms.

The struggling hand snapped and grabbed my Gambison. My side was tight, but I forced a smile and said.

“I’m sorry. It may be frustrating, but please bear with it until you go up.”

“…Rather good-“

“Yes?”

“No, I am.”

Miss Priianian lowered her head after saying that.

In a place like that of a steamer, it held up well enough even while wearing a thick cloth.

Even if it’s half-clamped, I think I’ll be able to hold on a little longer.

I wonder if I was right, I felt her head sticking a little more.

“G-House, I’m sorry.”

“No.”

“……”

My employer quietly bowed his head, crossed the board first, and walked slowly in front of me.

It’s also very wise.

***

After escaping from becoming a smoked mercenary, the ground we finally reached was completely empty.

All the doors to the barracks were wide open, and there was nothing inside except junk, trash, and belongings that hadn’t been taken.

Seeing through the window that the door to the fence was open, they seemed to have completely escaped.

Perhaps in this citadel, we have no one to deal with anymore.

But the more shocking part was after reaching the boss’s room on the second floor.

“Wow. In the meantime, I’m robbing all of this.”

They were truly robbers.

Every drawer and closet was open, with torn clothes and a few coopers strewn about.

And the highlight was the appearance of the safe under the bed.

The determination to destroy the safe if he couldn’t have it was evident from the broken two-handed ax embedded in the floor under the bed.

Of course, the contents of the safe had long since disappeared.

Looking at the traces of the ax that broke only the lock neatly, I left a simple impression.

“If you try cutting like this, I would have died long ago.”

The robbers gathered for money were not strong enough to revive the dead captain.

It wasn’t even enough to hear the sound of the head being blown off by an executive who had been swearing a little while ago, so maybe it was a natural result.

In front of a desolate, ruinous landscape, like the training ground for reserve forces at 6:01 p.M.

Miss Priyanian, still being supported by me, said apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Mr. G-House. I think it’s late because of me.”

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The brightly lit room was enough to let me see more than I needed from my sweaty clothes.

I thought it was a relief that her clothes were dark, and I said with her head turned forward again.

“It’s okay. They’re petty criminals anyway, and if I had run into them, I’d have only fought more.”

“But-“

“Mercenary, thank you for saving me from robbers. Thank you late.”

After she cut off her words, a girl in a robe spoke up behind her.

“Oh.”

Only then did Miss Priyanian try to get away from her, but I wouldn’t let go of her.

I could see her legs trembling, as if the dizziness hadn’t gone away yet.

I spoke quietly to Miss Prianian.

“Tell me when you feel better.”

“…Yes.”

She grabbed my side again.

And I politely asked the girl for her understanding.

“Sorry, my colleague isn’t feeling better yet.”

“It doesn’t matter, take it.”

The hand that came out of the loose robe that covered the whole body was holding out a contract to me.

“Since you asked me to come out, it would be appropriate to give it now.”

“Thank you.”

I carefully received the contract and kept it.

The girl reached into her robe again and asked me intriguedly.

“Even if it’s because I was caught by robbers, why did you guys come to this deep mountain? The robbers say it’s off the road here.”

It wasn’t that I couldn’t say anything, so I just gave a rough outline.

We’re going from Berrington to Colchen, and on the way we run into robbers again and again, and interrogate one of them to get us here.

The girl who listened very briefly to the journey of several days nodded her head.

Then he lifted her head very slightly and twisted her words. Like an aristocrat giving congratulations.

“If it wasn’t for you, if it wasn’t for you.”

The girl who was about to speak so dignifiedly stopped her.

“No, if only.”

She blamed herself for noticing the tremor.

It’s a pretty rare sight to see a person’s mask shaking, so we turned our heads.

The tremors in the robe subsided after a while.

“…If it weren’t for that, I’d have a pretty tough time.”

I didn’t say anything like “Don’t do it if it’s hard to say.”

Because giving a choice to someone you met a while ago is only possible for a person with good fortune.

“But you haven’t.”

That’s why I only threw out one word about reality. Because it is possible for anyone to review what has already happened.

The robe lifted slightly. Unlike earlier, for some reason, I could feel the eyes looking at me from inside.

“I haven’t experienced it.”

“Yes, you haven’t.”

Of course, if it weren’t for us, she would still be caught by robbers underground and forced to write a ransom letter.

Maybe even more negative things happened, but that didn’t matter because it didn’t happen.

So I decided to emphasize our merits a little more.

“I want you to keep in mind that you didn’t go through it because we were here.”

The girl nodded after a moment.

“…That’s right, that’s why I didn’t go through it.”

For some reason, her side throbbed slightly.

***

Because it was so late at night, it was a bit dangerous to bring a wagon.

We decided to spend the night in the robbers’ barracks.

Having put the girl in her room, we locked the door of her fence again.

On the way back, Miss Prianian said.

“Thank you, Mr. Ghouse.”

“Say something.”

She decided to take a seat in the room next to me. Since it was a remote place, the idea was that it would be better to stick together.

“Let me know if anything happens.”

“I will.”

Kung.

“Oops.”

After closing the door, I was able to sigh.

I couldn’t even look at her, even though her side was still throbbing.

I took off the Gambison and looked at my body. The wound was open.

“f*ck.”

The wound wasn’t too deep, but until she came down from the second floor, she was held in my arms, no, she was being supported.

It’s probably because her wounds were constantly being irritated by things she touched unintentionally, so her scabs didn’t form.

It was not easy to find medicines in the den of robbers.

It seemed like I would have to wait until tomorrow to go to the wagon.

I was lying on the bed and moaning.

Smart.

“Mr. G-House? May I come in?”

It was Miss Prianian.

I opened the door to my room and asked what was going on.

“You keep moaning, what’s-“

Looking at my side, her eyes widened. Only then did I recall the bloody clothes.

“Wait a minute, that’s not-“

Miss Prianian entered her own room again.

She then returned with a cloth and holy water, pushed me into the room, and sat me down on the bed, she said.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I need to disinfect the wound.”

When she said that, her eyes sank. As if she had no feelings.

For some reason, I joked about the figure wearing a mask.

“Why did you bring the holy water that Priest Rien gave you? Are you trying to exorcise?”

“Even holy water is still salt water.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I think it’s a reward for helping me earlier, now. Hurry up.”

Equivalent exchange of support and disinfection.

I didn’t have anything more to say, so I just lifted it slightly.

Showing her side was somehow embarrassing.

“There are some scars.”

“Please take it easy – evil!”

She rubbed the cloth soaked in salt water fairly vigorously, and muttered only one word.

“G-House was wrong.”