Welcome to the Demon’s Cabin - Chapter 36

Anyway, she did not look it, but if one delved into the details, she was unexpectedly fastidious. She was a woman like a beautifully wrapped time bomb.

‘Just how hard I worked to figure this out…!’

Since he felt like he would truly faint if he retraced how many solo psychological battles and probing attempts there had been during that time, he would omit them.

The unexpected point was that, more than he thought… she was, well, very easily deceived.

“Haa….”

“What is the matter, Mr. Idris? Is something not going well?”

“It is just that, I have realized I have no talent for fishing at all. I cannot catch anything at all.”

“Oh, it has not even been that long. I am sure you will catch something soon.”

Exactly like this.

Sitting a certain distance away from Idris’s side, Irene, who had cast her fishing rod into the lake, smiled and comforted him. Idris returned his thanks and looked at the lake again while wearing an expression faintly filled with worry.

‘Irene’s guard has loosened a bit lately, but I am also quite good at lying. Ha! I would have made a fortune if I had become a swindler, but I happened to become a clergyman instead.’

Idris feigned feeling the full sorrow of fishing and shook his head slightly. He had to express such negative emotions as much as possible when he could. If he did not want to come down with a sickness from suppressed anger.

Regardless, even though he felt like he might lose his mind occasionally, Idris was gradually adjusting to this life. If he continued to move forward step by step like this, something would eventually happen. If not, he would die. There was no other way.

After passing a few of the greatest crises, yes. Such peaceful thoughts became possible. The dizzying memories of those few moments were still vivid.

One was when Idris’s broken body had barely recovered, and he had struggled desperately because he did not want to die after being treated like a useless parasite.

“Miss Irene, I am truly fine now. I feel quite ashamed to keep causing such a nuisance, and since I also need rehabilitation, I would like you to give me even a small task soon.”

To Idris, who was appealing earnestly, Irene removed the smile she always wore and dissuaded him with a serious face.

He should have shut up and listened to her then.

“No. Even if you seem fine, there might be aftereffects. I think it would be better for you to rest for a few more days.”

“But….”

“Mr. Idris. What will you do if you really end up unable to use your legs?”

At the fresh smile Irene showed along with those words, Idris immediately stopped his rebuttal and went to the bed to rest quietly.

The red gaze that had been staring intently at his legs while she smiled thinly then was chilling to recall even now. He had certainly felt a killing intent that was contemplating, ‘Should I just break these, or not?’

Another time was when Idris had cooked not long ago.

After successfully finishing the cooking, just as he was about to finally eat some food that resembled actual food, was it because he was so moved and grateful to be eating normal soup? Out of habit, he had almost clasped his hands together to offer a pre-meal prayer to Mater.

Fortunately, he regained his senses as soon as he gathered his hands and was able to move past it by performing an act as if he were in pain while rubbing his hands as if he had burned them, but it was a great crisis.

He was in a setting where he was a person from Orihen, a nation of unbelievers, and she was even a monster with wicked red eyes. Showing faith in front of her was a suicidal act.

‘It is obvious just by seeing that she got rid of all my uniform and holy items.’

Starting from his Holy Knight Order uniform, even the rosary he cherished had vanished without a trace. Since the pants and shoes that did not have markings of a holy knight were perfectly fine, her malice toward faith was clear.

While Idris was lost in thought, he naturally flicked his fishing rod a few times and a flower floating on the surface of the water caught his eye. Just as he was thinking insignificantly that one of Irene’s many flowers had fallen, his eyes widened.

It was a pure white chrysanthemum, which had no reason to bloom in this season.

‘Now that I think about it, outside the Black Mountain Range, I am already a dead person.’

Along with the image of death, the faces of his family members naturally came to mind. A father who was not even his biological father and two younger sisters who did not share a single drop of blood. Even if Idris had never truly belonged among them, they were a family he missed. He could not bring himself to only hate them.

‘It cannot be helped. It is because they did not torment me severely like some others, and the reason they openly neglected me… honestly, it is understandable.’

What sucker would like his wife’s illegitimate child? Furthermore, he was the son of a crazy woman who had tried to summon a demon. Besides that, various complex grudges and relationships were endless. As a result, the only one among the family members who did not avoid him was his younger sister of the same age, who was lauded as the Daughter of God.