Agram Village has a saying: anyone who enters the Sanctuary twice in a day is either a devout believer or a gay guy head over heels for the priest.
Now, there’s a new addition: or an unlucky Hero.
...
My memories were fragmented.
From last night to this noon, I only recalled a few things.
Eating at the tavern, getting hurt roadside, rescued by the old priest, exchanging a few words with Anjelit, then rescued by the old priest again...
Huh? Why did talking to Anjelit bring me back to the old priest?
Why couldn’t I remember anything no matter how hard I tried?
I touched the back of my head. White bandages were wrapped around it a few times.
The old priest said the head injury was beyond healing magic. Just how much force caused this?
“Awake again?” The old priest sat by the altar, reading glasses on, studying the Scripture.
“Why ‘again’?”
He sighed. “If I hadn’t seen how close you are with that girl, I’d suspect you have a crush on me.”
“Close? She personally sent me to the Sanctuary twice! In ancient times, she’d be a demon!”
“So you’re not denying the crush?” he teased.
I awkwardly rubbed my nose.
“Go now. You’ve kept me from Sanctuary duties all day.”
“Okay.”
He shooed me again. Too embarrassed to stay, I jumped down, bowed respectfully, and left the Sanctuary.
Outside, a figure startled me.
Who was it?
Anjelit looked up, squatting with huge dark circles under her eyes. She held a red brick, drawing circles on the ground, drowsy.
“Awake?”
“...Awake. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing... I’m fine...”
“...Need sleep?”
“No, I’m great. Now that you’re awake, let’s hurry to the Adventurers’ Guild for a quest.” She stood, wobbled, and nearly fell.
I rushed to catch her, accidentally touching her chest.
I swear—it was unintentional. Even the instinctive squeeze was accidental.
Anjelit blinked sleepily in my arms and passed out.
She’d stayed up all night, drunk and exhausted.
I sighed, carried her to a familiar inn north of the village, and rented a room for 100 copper.
After tossing her on the bed, I turned to leave. But sleeping Anjelit began stripping her armor.
She did it skillfully. Soon, only her undershirt and underskirt remained.
Her hands grabbed the underskirt, yanked it off—it flew past my face, revealing sky-blue panties.
Her hands moved up, unbuttoning the undershirt. Buttons popped; it gave way.
A sky-blue bra appeared. Her hands slid to its bottom!
I realized something was wrong and lunged to stop her.
But she was a Level 15 knight—how could I match her strength?
Her right fist slammed my nose. Blood gushed, staining the white sheet red.
The punch wasn’t enough. Her left hand slapped me. I spun twice in the air, landed beside her. She added a hammer elbow strike.
“Ugh...”
My head spun, stomach churned. I blacked out.
“Mmm...”
Anjelit turned over comfortably, pinning me under her, satisfied.
...
I opened my eyes to the familiar ceiling, milky-white light, and old priest.
Third time, huh...
“Please don’t come back. You’re making this impossible.”
He rubbed his forehead, not looking at me, ordering me out.
Too embarrassed to speak, I sheepishly climbed down and headed for the Sanctuary doors.
Outside, Anjelit charged at me. One hand covered her chest; the other pointed at my nose, shouting.
“Rogied!!! You bastard! What did you do to me! You beast!! How could you... while I slept...”
Seeing her, anger flared. Beaten senselessly, now yelled at—why be polite?
“What did I do? You did this to me! You muscle-bound idiot knight—with muscles even in your brain! Flat-chested, and your brain’s as small as your chest!!!!”
“Rogied!!!!”
Anjelit roared, stomping in fury. “You scumbag!! Do you know you’re asking for death?!!!!”
“I’ve had enough! Enough!!” I shouted louder. “I’ll die if I stay with you!!”
“If you hate it, get lost now!”
“Gladly! I’ve wanted out! You forced me to team up—why else would I?!”
“You, you!!”
“Me what! We’re done! Got it!”
I turned and walked away.
What the hell! Why am I always the one suffering? Even a gentle bunny like me can snap!
I kicked a roadside pebble. It bounced off a wall, hit my head. Tears welled from the pain.
When luck’s bad, even pebbles bully you?
Then, a familiar figure emerged from a corner.
“Hey, isn’t this the great Hero Rogied? Alone today? Where’s little Anjelit?”
The tavern owner had just shopped; his backpack bulged with ingredients.
“Don’t mention Anjelit. We’re finished!”
“Finished?” He scanned me, stroking his chin. “A fight?”
“Worse! She sent me to the Sanctuary for emergency rescue three times today! Three times!”
I held up three fingers.
His expression turned awkward.
“Hmm... that is pitiful...”
“Pitiful? It’s miserable!” I snapped.
Seriously, thinking of Anjelit made me angrier. Moments ago, our vibe was perfect—about to level up. Why this?
Why was she so furious?
No clue. Just women’s mysterious nature—angry for no reason.
“Come sit at my place?” he invited.
“I’m broke.”
“No worries. Today’s on me.”
