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Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (14)
1st year of college. Just turning 20, I was excited by the thought of moving away from my parents’ house and living on my own. I sternly refused my parents’ opinions of staying at the dormitory and got a room near the university.
For this day, I broke the piggy bank that I had been saving since elementary school, immediately got a part-time job and worked like crazy for 3 months without even having time to enjoy the sense of freedom after the college entrance exam.
Even though it was a very narrow and small room compared to the house I originally lived in, I was happy with just the fact that I had my own space. I dreamed of a life of my own, a refrigerator filled with the foods I enjoy, and the thought of putting posters of my favorite celebrities and placing my favorite novels.
But the romance is short-lived. In less than a week, I realized that making breakfast every day was an incredibly difficult task, and I was worried about bugs in the summer and the water supply freezing in the winter.
The utility bills, which normal students could not afford, also contributed to breaking the romance. In addition, because I got a room near the university, my room became a resting place for my classmates.
Among them, the hardest thing to bear was the crazy wind that shook my body. I couldn’t even turn on the heater to my heart’s content because I was worried about the gas bills, but even if I did, the house was as cold as a freezer. Even if I stayed at home all day, I caught a cold, and even when I slept, I had to wear padding to sleep.
As soon as the one-year contract ended, I immediately packed up and found a new room. Since I had accumulated some experience, I was able to live in a much better room (at the time, it was praised as utopia) than the first room I had unknowingly found.
Goodbye cold wind. Let’s not see each other again, you damn cold wind!
… or so I thought. But now I felt another cold wind that I hadn’t experienced since I was 20. It is the feeling of getting chills, your body shaking, and frowning on the cold, hard floor.
“Uh- I’ll have to move. Find a new…….”
Even though my body was crouched up, the cold energy was still there. I wanted to pull a blanket at least, but there was nothing close to my hands and feet.
“Hey, get yourself together.”
I woke up even though I hadn’t completely fallen asleep because someone had shaken my body. If it hadn’t been for the torch flickering in the distance, I wouldn’t have been able to tell if my eyes were open or closed.
What is certain is that it is not my bedroom. There were dry and wet spots, so my butt wasn’t all wet. And there were thick iron bars.
“I’ve never seen anyone snoring and sleeping in prison.”
My eyes flashed open. No, a prison? I haven’t done any crime in my entire life!
I can’t say I’m a role model in a moral textbook, but I can’t remember doing something to warrant metal rings on my wrists! Look at this! Whatever goes wrong, it seems to be totally wrong!
I hurriedly got up, grabbed the iron bars, and looked ahead. Like a deep, dark tunnel, I couldn’t see very well. There is not even a single guard guarding the prison.
“… What happened?”
“That’s what I want to say.”
As I looked back, the identity of the person I had been talking to all along was Chenin. She was hugging her knees and leaning against the wall, looking up at me with anxious eyes. However, in a Chenin-like manner, who has a strong sense of pride, the haughtiness of her voice did not die.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Not long ago. I woke up because of you talking in your sleep.”
… Wouldn’t that count as ‘thanks to you’?
“I didn’t know that you would be dragged too.”
“I was on my way to look for you and suddenly… no, fine. First of all, explain why you end up here. I heard you went out to buy shoes?”
“It must have been Count Abitz.”
Chenin gritted her teeth. It was something anyone could have predicted, but she had a particularly confident look.
“He kept seeing an opportunity to kidnap me near the inn.”
“That rude glutton has been rudely overworking the spoon since morning, so I sat in the front seat and helped out for a while.”
What does that mean, so you agreed to rudely overwork the spoon as well? I couldn’t understand the context of her words, but that wasn’t the point anyway.
“I told him that I was going out for a while because I didn’t want to get dirt on my few expensive shoes.”
Yes, this is exactly what Evan told me.
“When I stood up, some men in the back seat stood up with me. They were even glancing at me. Well, I thought it was because I have some charm.”
Chenin’s nose rose as she spoke. Normally, if several men keep an eye on you and follow you, you might be suspicious. The longer the story went on, the more I realized that Chenin’s ideas were too far away for me to understand.
“As expected, they followed me out the door.”
“But did the men who suddenly followed you as soon as you went out, knocked you out?”
Chenin sneered. Oh they didn’t?
The index finger suddenly stood up in front of my eyes and swayed from side to side.
“Unpopular girls won’t understand.”
“… Sorry, I’m not popular. So how did it go?”
“They bothered to follow me. I hate ugly guys, so I advised them to go and sharpen their jaws with sandpaper. They ran away crying with their tails between their legs.”
Was it really just that?
Perhaps recalling that image, Chenin sighed throughout the story. The more she talked, the more relaxed she was, and her voice became less nervous.
Hmm. But what was the story about them watching Chenin from the inn?
“But as the men disappeared, a stupid kid stood behind me.”
“She rushes in and steals my gloves, but why is that kind so strong? In the end, I ended up losing a pair. Damn, I have to kick her in the ass.”
Chenin huffed, still angry.
Gloves, a kid.
It must be the child who sought praise in the Saint’s arms.
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