I Tried to Avoid The Male Lead, But I Made Harem - Chapter 11-2

I sighed.

“I told you. I’m a trainee.”

“The trainee treated me with a magic stone.”

“……..”

“You wanted me to believe that”

Did he think that he could interrogate me now that he’d let me touch his hair as much as I want?

On the other hand, I could understand his mind.

Of course, it is suspicious that a stranger, who is not a priest, treats him and tells him how to live and survive.

“Did the Holy Knights send you?”

As expected, he thought the Holy Knights sent me to treat him.

It seemed that he’d ever come in contact with someone from the Holy Knights.

“I don’t belong to the temple.”

“Then do you belong to a noble who bets money on me?”

Yeah, it might look like that.

Because this Martial Arts Tournament itself is a big gambling game.

“Well, if I was sent by a noble who bet his money on you, I wouldn’t have told you to be dropped from the match this time, would I?”

It was a time when we continued to play with our words like a riddle.

The man raised his body.

I faltered at his strong shadow that looked like a giant.

Exactly as much as I stepped down, he came up.

“Then, who are you?”

An alarm rang in my ear.

It was a danger sign that I had to leave the quarantine room before he asked me more questions.

“You even treated me? Why…”

“Anyway, this is the only chance you have to save your own life. In the final, only the winner will survive.”

As soon as he approached me, I stepped backwards, but before I knew it, my back already leaned against the door

“You were lying when you said you’re a trainee.”

“But it’s true, I’m a trainee”.

“And you’re not belong to the temple, so…”

“There’s no law that says that a trainee belongs to the temple.”

As I leaned down, I quickly lifted the lantern to my face.

Between him and me, there was a strife of light.

The man frowned as if he were blinded and covered his eyes with his big hands.

“Don’t you think so?”

My eyes met with his through the gap between his fingers.

His eyes widened as he met mine.

He had beautiful blue eyes reminiscent of the blue sea.

His eyes were staring straight into my eyes and his thick lips that were slightly opened were engulfed in surprise.

‘Wow, look at his face. Should I just kidnap him?’’

It’s a waste for that face to be rotten in a place like this.

I quickly swept through his body.

His skin, which was torn and seen through the ragged top, was smooth.

“You don’t seem to need any more treatment. Fortunately.”

I had no intention to treat him without poppy juice anyway.

There’s no way I could handle him when he’s in his sane state.

“Keep in mind. It’s better to lose this game. So you could survive.”

I reached back and eagerly found the doorknob.

Until then, he looked at me with a blank face.

He only approached me hurriedly as I opened the door and turned around.

“If you remain in the temple, you…”

He seemed to have something he wanted to tell me.

I was curious, but a little scared, so I quickly closed the door because I was afraid that the man wouldn’t let me go.

* * * * *

Finally, it was the semifinals.

“Who do you think will win? The Berserker? The Fire Moth? I vote for Fire Moth!”

“The Berserker’s condition looked really good today.”

“He was really handsome. I was so surprised that I looked at him for a long time. What crime did he commit?”

“I don’t know. Some say he was sold to a slave trader, and what’s certain is that he wasn’t originally in prison.”

“As expected! His face doesn’t look like he could commit a crime.”

Some trainees secretly went up to the stadium and watched the match.

I didn’t watch it.

My heart was heavy when I witnessed a person called The Fire Moth praying several times before going up to the match.

He was a person who wanted to survive so badly.

‘I hope the man in the quarantine room loses and comes down safely.’

When I felt sorry for The Fire Moth, a trainee told me.

He was in prison for killing a farmer’s family and stealing their money.

Hearing those words, I could lessen my sympathy.

Like the audience outside.

‘I’m not sure about The Raven though.’

Confused by what if the man in the quarantine room died, I filled the empty potion tray.

It was then.

“Woooooooooooo!”

There were so many boos that the ceiling rang.

‘What happened?’

The trainees hurriedly brought the man in the quarantine room on a stretcher.

“I guess The Berserker won. But why were they booing?”

The apprentice priest closed his ears and asked.

“It’s because the game is not fun.”

The trainee who came from watching the match replied.

“The Berserker didn’t fight back and was stabbed, but at the end, he took the Fire Moth’s head at once.”

What?

On purpose… He let his body be stabbed like that?

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the man with bloody packs all over his body.

At that moment, I put a lot of strength into my hand holding the medicine bottle.

‘Is he crazy? How did I heal that body?’