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The Regressor and the Blind Saint Chapter 3

The Slum (3)

 ༺ The Slum (3) ༻

 

Five days, or perhaps even more, had passed.

 

I thought I was going to die that day after the first diagnosis.

 

Vera smirked at the sight of himself still breathing.

 

I hate to admit it, but Renee’s treatment and care worked.

 

She even reduced her own portion of the meal, preventing him from starving to death by feeding him a portion of her food.  And her divinity, which she collected by gathering the vestiges of her lost power, slowed the decaying of his life.

However, that was it.

 

“The situation is improving. Let’s try a bit more.”

 

Renee said. At that, Vera turned his head toward Renee and uttered an answer.

 

“Nonsense. It’s just that my lifespan has gotten a bit longer.”

 

Yes, his lifespan just got extended slightly. It was just that.

 

The wound still hasn’t healed. The pain was getting worse day by day.

 

The injuries, which have worsened little by little over the past week, have now taken away all the strength needed to even move his fingertips.

 

Vera spoke to Renee, breathing heavily in pain.

 

“How about acknowledging it now?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have worked in vain. I will die soon.”

 

As Vera said with all of his strength. Renee shook her head with a smile on her lips.

 

“You never know.”

 

Vera’s brow furrowed.

 

“Even if you say that, nothing will change.”

“You will never know unless you try your best.”

 

It was the same repeated answer.

 

Again, Vera felt his stomach tighten.

 

Her persistence, which made him feel so pathetic.

 

“You are a foolish person.”

“It’s called being full of love.”

“Are you a parrot?”

“No way. As you can see, I’m human.”

“You don’t like losing in a war of words, do you?”

“The desire to win is a good stimulus for development.”

 

Vera frowned.

 

He wanted to let out a sigh, but the pain throbbing through his whole body made him barely able to do so.

 

“If I was fine, I would have slapped your cheek.”

“That’s a good mindset. I will wait for you, so hurry up and recover.”

 

Renee said so, leaning against the wall next to Vera, who was lying down, then took out her Rosary.

 

A platinum-colored rosary that stands out as a precious commodity at a glance.

 

It was the mark of the high priests of the Holy Kingdom.

 

She always held her rosary and continued praying whenever she had time.

 

One day, I asked her what she was praying for, as she never seemed to be getting tired of it.

 

The answer that came back at that time was that she was praying for his recovery. It was a hilarious wish; it was a wish he would not wish for in her shoes unless he was an idiot.

 

Vera, remembering his past, seeing Renee praying with her rosary in hand, shed words involuntarily.

 

“… That rosary, if you are not going to throw it away, you’d better leave it here.”

“How could I do that?”

“You will die because of that rosary.”

 

Vera looked at Renee, who still had her eyes closed, and said so as if affirming.

 

It wasn’t just nonsense.

 

The slum is where it’s bound to happen.

 

The Scavengers of the slum.

 

They are called so because if they find anything that’s worth money, they would rip off and sell them, even if it is the organs of corpses.

 

If they were to find that Rosary, Renee would become their target immediately.

 

Those scoundrels will pierce Renee’s neck with a knife to kill her, and after taking the Rosary, they will split her stomach to take out all the organs and sell them as well, and only then will they be satisfied.

 

“Scavengers are a bunch of lunatics who live only for today. If they were given a chance to earn money for today, they would even risk being pursued by the Holy Kingdom and steal that Rosary.”

 

After talking for a long time, his chest hurts again.

 

Vera breathed vigorously at the pain that resonated through his body, then frowned immediately.

 

The reason he brought this up, he didn’t know. He himself couldn’t understand why he was being unnecessarily nosy.

 

Have I finally gone crazy now that I’m a step away from death? He was immersed in such a thought.

 

“It’s unfortunate.”

 

The answer came back.

 

After saying that, Renee opened her eyes and continued speaking again with a small smile on her lips.

 

“They must be living such a harsh life if they have no choice but to do such a thing.”

“Huh, if Carrick had heard it, he would have laughed and fell backwards.”

“Who is he?”

“The first scavenger.”

“Oh, It turned out to be a well-known individual.”

“Well, you could say that.”

 

He was the one who created the deepest darkness of the slum, so it wasn’t really wrong.

 

“They are not worthy of sympathy.”

“Is there such a person in the world?”

“You live in a flower garden.”

“I can’t see it with my eyes, so I have to visualize it in my head.”

“… Stop it.”

 

Vera closed his eyes.

 

He has never lost his calm throughout his wretched life, but whenever he talked to her, he always felt like he was being dragged around.

 

Seriously, she was a person who looked more like a weirdo than a Saint, no matter how much he thought about it.

 

Since she brought him here, she never once asked about him.

 

Not even the most basic thing like a name was asked, let alone his identity or his past.

 

If it was because she’s not interested in him, it would make no sense either.

 

She devoted almost all of her time caring for him and showed no signs of fatigue or annoyance.

 

She held his hand and talked to him whenever he felt like he was going insane from the pain, and despite being unable to get even one meal a day for herself, she took care of his meals.

 

Indeed, it could be said that it was the magnanimity of the Saint, but to Vera, it came off as bizarre rather than magnanimous.

 

‘… No, it’s not.’

 

Vera let out a deflated laugh.

 

To tell the truth, he would rather not consider it as nobility, so he was rationalizing it that way.

 

Even though both lived a miserable life, her undimmed light was so dazzling that it made him aware of the filth he was covered in, that’s why he rationalized it like that.

 

Vera humbly acknowledged.

 

He was ashamed of his past, in which he had lived as a villain among the villains, felt insignificant under her light, so he was disparaging her.

 

She was so dazzling that she was able to do things he couldn’t do in the past.

 

At the end of my life, I thought that no one would be by my side.

 

He had lived a life too ugly to deserve anyone to remain with him on his deathbed, so he didn’t even dare to hope.

 

So he swore that he would humbly accept dying alone, but her light was able to weaken even his resolve.

 

She showed him kindness that a repulsive human such as himself would not have dared to receive.

 

‘… It’s funny.’

 

Vera laughed at himself for leaning on her warmth.

 

*

 

His gaze followed her.

 

… He examined her face and her vacantly closed eyes.

 

A bizarre face that has been scarred from burns and whose original form cannot be recognized.

 

Vera tried to draw the face she would have had on it, but it was not easy to do because it was damaged so badly.

 

“Did you do that to your face?”

“What are you talking about?”

“… I’m talking about burns.”

“Yes, I did it myself.”

“Did you have any reason to do that?”

 

It was something that Vera did not understand. If you simply wanted to hide your identity, you could use artifacts, and if that didn’t work, you could use a mask.

 

As Vera waited for her answer, Renee replied with a chuckle.

 

It was a tone with a touch of playfulness in it.

 

 

“You know? Until I scarred my face, I was a beauty admired by everyone.”

 

It was a sudden remark, but Vera was able to understand her intentions with just those words.

 

Vera knew better than anyone that a beautiful appearance served as a fatal weakness in the slum.

 

She must have wanted to say that it was a choice to protect herself.

 

“… How can a blind person be so sure of that? Don’t you think the people who saw you didn’t have the courage to call you ugly?”

 

Vera spouted out his harsh retort, because he was disgusted by her words.

 

What followed was also a laughable answer.

 

“I am telling the truth.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Do you know what it means to be blind?”

 

Renee said and leaned towards Vera. Renee’s hand was overlapped with Vera’s.

 

 

“It means being sensitive to other senses. I can understand better than others whether the words conveyed by a person are true or false.”

 

Renee’s hand swept over the back of Vera’s hand.

 

“The human voice has a lot of vibrations depending on the emotions it tries to convey. When you tell a lie, there is a tremor that shows hesitation, and when you tell a touching story, it gets tightened in unshed tears.”

 

Renee’s hand, which had been stroking the back of Vera’s hand, began to gently press the pulse on Vera’s wrist.

 

“Sometimes there is a pulsation. The more intense the emotion, the more evident it becomes.”

“… Why are you talking about it now?”

“It was because almost everyone who looked at me had a passionate voice when they talked to me.”

“Don’t you think that you are just being overly self-conscious?”

“No way. I’m sure. The tremors in the voices of those who told me that I was beautiful, and the heat that came along with it, each contained a hazy hue. There is only love, as far as I know, it’s a tone with such a vivid color.”

“Everyone who saw you fell in love? Aren’t you ashamed to paint your face with gold?”

“I’m telling the truth.”

 

Vera felt a smirk coming out of Renee’s face as she said it without any shame.

 

“That’s enough. I asked you a stupid question.”

“It’s a pity that there is no way to prove it.”

 

Renee’s hand, which was holding the pulse, fell off, and the warmth that had permeated Vera’s wrist disappeared.

 

Vera, feeling the sensation of emptiness, exhaled briefly, then shut his mouth tight.

 

As the body weakens, does the mind also becomes weaker?

 

Vera felt that the emotion that had just come to him had hurt his pride.

 

It must have been a life in which he had asked no one for help or felt regret from the departing warmth. For some reason, when he dealt with her, this weakness sprouted within him.

 

His shallow imagination keeps coming up with meaningless assumptions in his mind.

 

If I had met you at a different time, different place, and in a different position, would I be different from how  I am now? What if I had met you before I became evil? Would I have lived a different life than the one I have now? If it had been before you scarred your face, would I have fallen in love as you said?

 

A never-ending chain of assumptions. As a result, Vera felt his stomach churn again and shook it off by biting his lips.

 

It was because of the growing misery following those rising assumptions.

 

It took a while for the silence to settle in order to shake off those trivial thoughts.

 

“… Then I’ll go out for a while.”

 

Renee opened her mouth.

 

Vera hesitated and sat up, looked at Renee as she staggered against the wall, and uttered those words again.

 

“You’d better leave the Rosary behind.”

“How could I ever do that?”

 

It was a word of rejection that came back.

 

Vera looked at Renee walking slowly with her back away from him, feeling suffocated and unwilling.

 

So, unnecessary words then came out of his mouth.

 

“… I guess the prayers you’ve been praying for the whole time must have been a prayer for someone to kill you.”

“Please. I’m not going to die until you get out of bed.”

 

Renee said so, opening the door of the shack with ‘creak’ and went outside.

 

“I’ll be back.”

 

Words in the usual calm tone, as always.

 

Those were Renee’s last words that Vera heard.

 

 

 

 

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The Regressor and the Blind Saint

The Regressor and the Blind Saint

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
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