Okay, I’ll admit it - my mixed signals might have caused some awkward misunderstandings.
If a female character invites you to her room and coyly whispers, ‘Do whatever you want with me,’ even a goblin like me would think she’s trying to seduce me.
“A child?”
Seojun’s gaze drifted down to the mop of brown hair on Tracy’s head, and his heart skipped a beat. The image of the emaciated, mummified child he had found earlier flashed through his mind, jolting him like a lightning bolt. Biting his trembling lower lip, he asked cautiously, “Have you tried calling 911 yet?”
Of course, there are players who have switched sides and joined the Order! The Church of Order is always one step ahead, fully prepared for anything! The game was over before it even began! Order will always prevail!
Seojun’s noble determination to save the girl dissipated like a puff of smoke within three minutes of venturing into the cornfield. The towering stalks, which had seemed intimidating from afar, now loomed over him, making him feel as insignificant as an ant. As a man of above-average height, he wasn’t used to feeling this small.
Athanas always seemed to keep to himself, never really trying to make friends. You’d think that would make him an easy target for players, but somehow these guys just left him alone, even when he was at his loneliest and desperate for someone to talk to.
A blue pickup truck barreled down the dusty highway, its exhaust fumes mixing with the sand and dust that clung to the breeze, as if they were permanent residents. Upbeat country music poured from the half-lowered windows, the tarp-covered truck bed pulsing with the twang of guitars and banjos.
But what the hell is this bastard thinking of doing to someone has (mistakenly believed) an allergy to divine power?
Is he seriously planning to test if there’s a specific type of blessing that causes allergies…?
What if it causes a huge problem?
“Well, if that’s the case, what should I do? I am ignorant and foolish, so I’ll do as you say, Mr. Ter.”
“...You’re just going to do as I say without question? Without your own thoughts and judgment?”
“Yes.”
Isn’t that what faith is all about? Just going with it? Blind obedience?
Anyway, the important thing on my to-do list today is lunch with Mr. Tartar Sauce - that’s my nickname for Tertius, the 6th Apostle. This guy has the unique ability of seeing emotions in color and he’s not exactly subtle about his crush on Adna.
Getting scolded for not knowing something they never bothered to teach me was pretty annoying.
Still, I managed to keep my cool on the outside, putting on the act of a serf too intimidated to show any annoyance.