This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 164

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (12)

I suddenly thought that it was easy to pack because I didn’t have to pack the things I used to carry around like soulmates when I went out, such as cell phone chargers, auxiliary batteries, transportation cards, ID cards, and earphones. I haven’t even looked at electronic devices for the past few years, so I don’t know if I’ll be treated like an old fashioned person when I go back to Korea.

“Shall we go?”

Merson, who had packed everything including my backpack, asked.

“Yes.”

Even if we said we were going, it was a very short journey to Sezaine in the blink of an eye after receiving the demon king buff, rather than riding a carriage, riding a horse, crossing mountains and rivers, and walking until my feet got sweaty.

I’m worried if the village elders are doing well. Maybe the black wizards or something were being tyrannical…….

I closed the door with anxiety, longing, and regret. And I went to the next room, which was originally Evan’s room but was transformed into Chenin’s room.

“Are you ready?”

What I heard was not Chenin’s shrill voice, but the silence of the ownerless room. Judging from the fact that the items are still there, it seems that they haven’t even packed their belongings yet.

Oh, I made a mistake. We didn’t take care of it first, but we should wake Chenin first, damn it.

Tsk, I clicked my tongue and went down to the first floor where the dining room is. I could see the familiar head putting his nose into the bowl and combatively eating breakfast.

“What about Chenin?”

“Kuhahp! Cough, cough. Can’t you show your presence a little?”

“Who is the one who didn’t pay attention to the people around him while eating?”

I patted Evan on the back as he gulped down a glass of water. People could literally die from this. Evan, who had finally calmed down, handed me the plate he was eating on, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“… Are you asking me to eat it or clean it up?”

“The former.”

The soup he had already eaten was now so thin that I could see the bottom, and crumbs of bread were floating on top of it. Is he leaving soon because we said we were leaving?

In order to encourage him to eat his fill, I pushed the plate with my palm and brought it close to Evan’s body.

“When are you going?”

“After eating this. You should eat as much Chef’s great food as you can.”

“He’ll be sad.”

“He woke up every day when the sun was high, and on the day I left, he suddenly became diligent. He will be sad.”

Evan mumbled. It was a short time, but it was true that I felt sorry for the separation that came without warning, like a shower on a clear day, perhaps because of the bond accumulated through shared joys and sorrows.

A small laugh flowed out as I watched Evan meaninglessly scraping the bottom of the plate with a spoon.

“I don’t know if he might go home and hold on to the blanket by himself and cry.”

“You’d think it would be nice not to have to watch the love affair that makes goosebumps grow, right?”

“How are you so mean?”

“Merson, if Erina gets away, come to me. Because I’ll be with you for the rest of your life.”

“I don’t want to.”

Merson, who answered without a second’s hesitation, clung to my side like a sticky mochi. He tightly looped my shoulders, and pressed his head against mine. Evan’s expression was severely contorted beyond words. As if he saw something he shouldn’t see.

“… Be happy for thousands of years.”

It was a blessing, but it didn’t sound like a very good thing to hear. This time, Evan, who had drunk a glass of cold water without choking, took a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket and handed it to me.

“My home address. Write to me.”

“I like to visit you rather than send letters.”

“Whatever you like.”

It seems like I can hear “Please come and visit me.” at first glance.

I put the paper carefully in Merson’s backpack and finished the regret that was left behind. Now I really need to find Chenin to leave. But if she’s not even in the dining room, where the hell did she go?

When I ask Evan again about Chenin, he points to the inn door without hesitation.

“She’s out.”

“… Where?”

“I heard she’s going to buy shoes. Some throw away shoes that can roll in the mud.”

“…….”

We’re going to teleport without stepping on mud, former Countess. Ugh, I sigh at the thought of going through all this trouble even before I leave.

“So how long has she been out?”

“It’s been less than an hour. She wouldn’t have gone far. She said she was only going to look around here.”

“Should I go find her?”

“Just looking around doesn’t necessarily mean she’ll come back quickly.”

Merson turned towards the door before me. Merson’s appearance was exactly like that of a dog waiting at the front door, nervous after seeing its owner go out. Whoa, whoa-

I pulled his clothes, making Merson’s feet unable to move and kicking in vain.

“Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

There was no need to draw attention to Merson’s excessively handsome appearance since it was good not to be seen by many people. I guess I’m used to the geography here. It’s better if I come quietly by myself.

Merson, who noticed his problem(?), touched his face as if kneading it, and when he couldn’t make it worse, he looked at Evan and shot eyes of envy.

“What, should I feel good about it?”

Evan, who never let go of the spoon, began to gently stroke his face.

“… I haven’t heard anywhere that I’m ugly.”

Evan’s words are not a show off, they are the truth. It was because of his warm-looking appearance that he suffered such a terrible thing from Guernia.

However, in front of the Demon King, who has an appearance that is beyond human level, he would not dare to show his business card. Evan, you understand, right.

Anyway, it’s enough for me to go find Chenin for that reason, so Merson can wait quietly inside the inn.