Around the time I finished my evening meal, Hieronymus suddenly came to visit.
Hieronymus, who opened the door and came in, was pretending to have no expression, but he was looking very tense.
He’ll probably tell me soon what he’s tense about. I gave the dishes to Joanna and walked towards Hieronymus.
“Hello, Hieronymus.”
I want to ask about his condition, but not yet.
Be patient a little more.
Just greet simply as usual. Such repetitive behavior gives people a sense of stability. If I suddenly go “Huhuhu, you came?” when he enters, Hieronymus would probably immediately hit me with that magic tool? above my head.
So I greet him with the usual greeting.
And that’s where the words stop.
You need to talk a lot to reduce the perception gap between each other.
Conversely, if you don’t talk much, it’s difficult to improve the perception gap.
And it also reduces the number of times I make verbal mistakes.
Why am I creating a character?
Since I’ve come out, I want to stay for a long time. Because I might disappear if I fall back to the bottom, shouldn’t I get as much warmth as possible if I can?
The reason for creating a weak character is that strong characters are easily exposed at the bottom. I have no choice because I lack the strength or intelligence to support the characteristic of strength.
If I only knew how to use something like a Death Beam, I would probably do trashy things like shooting the beam first whenever something irritates me.
It’s a shame.
Living beings learn through fear and reward.
If I had such an ability, I would have trained them with the reward of blessing and the fear of death.
By the way, fear alone doesn’t work. If one side is missing, it becomes distorted.
And even if you do it thoroughly, occasionally exceptional individuals pop up. For example, Tis.
Environmentally, he’s completely blocked, but he’s intelligent enough to realize on his own and find the answer that this pseudo-religion is strange. If it was just that, it would have been dangerous, but he learned how to hide before being killed.
So, keeping in mind that there are always exceptions, I look at Hieronymus silently after finishing my greeting.
Alone at such a late hour.
What on earth is going on?
“Hello, Miss Rebecca. I came because I heard just now that you’re not satisfied with this room.”
It seems Andrew relayed the message. So he rushed here?
Hmm?
Behind me, Joanna frowned without looking at Hieronymus’s face while cleaning up the dining table.
Because of the fact that I don’t like this room? Or because a stranger came in? Or is there another reason?
If she had a habit of talking about her thoughts in a small voice, I could know, but Joanna doesn’t have such a habit. So I don’t know what she’s thinking.
While analyzing Joanna with one part of my mind, I respond to Hieronymus with the other part.
Just then, Hieronymus also asked me an additional question.
“What aspect of this room do you not like?”
What aspect do I not like?
He asked for an opinion. First, I’ll praise the point that he’s not changing it without thinking.
But, you shouldn’t ask like that here. I don’t lie. Because I’m not confident in deceiving someone completely. The reason I create a weak character is because I’m actually that kind of person, so there’s no difference.
So let’s just state the facts.
There are many things I don’t like, but there’s one thing I can say briefly. I know of one room. A place for Rebecca Rolfe.
“It’s different from the room Rebecca Rolfe lived in.”
Yes. It’s the room the owner of this body lived in.
As I said, Rebecca Rolfe’s family was quite wealthy. She was a typical young lady with many servants.
But there’s someone who burned down the house she was living in. The person right in front of me.
Even if he didn’t burn it directly, he at least gave the order.
“Do you know the room the owner of that body lived in?”
“It’s in her memories.”
By the way, this statement includes dangerous information for me. That I know Rebecca Rolfe’s memories.
It can be understood that I can know the memories of the body I possess, but with a little imagination, one could think that I can read the memories of those I’ve eaten.
If Hieronymus is a genius, he might be able to gather mistakes I didn’t realize and know that I’m looking at them all through the eyes of those I’ve blessed.
It’s okay if it’s exposed someday.
But I don’t want to be exposed quickly. I’d like more weaknesses to come out for now.
Still, if there’s a moment to strike, I should use it.
I watched Hieronymus, expecting what kind of answer he would give.
As expected, his mind works quickly and he soon gave an answer.
“I’ll prepare such a room for you.”
Oops.
This means there’s a possibility he went there directly when kidnapping this body. He didn’t ask what kind of room it was. Of course, he could have sent subordinates to find out.
Hmm?
No. One.
There’s something I need to say.
“How? That’s already all burned down and gone.”
Hehe.
Yes. This is criticism. Rebecca Rolfe’s criticism.
It’s criticism from a person who’s already dead. Can you answer, Hieronymus?
There was no answer.
He just chose silence.
It’s a shame. If he had answered in any way, he would have subtracted from his humanity, but he still has humanity.
Because revenge is the most human choice, that’s why I’m saying he has humanity.
That’s why revenge dramas shine the brightest, and everyone fears that becoming the right world. Ah, of course, it’s not the common story everyone says because they’re afraid the high-ranking people will be revenged upon.
There’s something you learn from receiving desperate creatures as food.
Revenge is painful. It hurts, it’s hard, and yet the memories of good times that are stuck to you grab and burn you.
Can’t I forget this?
Can’t I ignore this?
Just because that’s how the world is, because revenge is bad.
Saying it’s like that, can’t I avoid this pain by closing my eyes? If revenge becomes the right world, the things you can pass over while closing your eyes and crying sadly become enormously large. Either producing results or failing and breaking down.
Not everyone can become a superman.
It’s impossible for everyone to become a sage.
Everyone has the freedom to become a resigned lazy person.
The right to become a slave, that is.
A comfortable life where you can live just fearing the daily pain without needing to despair deeply.
Those who want that push away revenge as something bad. That’s why it doesn’t disappear even when the era comes where the majority have power. Rather, it becomes more solid.
Once you give up your humanity, it’s natural to envy others’ humanity.
So others’ revenge is beautiful, but you don’t want to be associated with revenge yourself.
Because you lack the driving force to take revenge.
But here’s someone who does anything to take revenge. I don’t know what kind of past he has, but surely there was something important and he lost it.
In front of him is someone who lost everything because of that opponent.
Even if your head knows I’m not Rebecca Rolfe, it’s hard to ignore visual information, right?
If I criticize like this, it will stick in your head even if you don’t like it.
Because there’s humanity, because we’re both people taking revenge, there are various expressions, but I think this will stick with Hieronymus.
This is Rebecca Rolfe’s own revenge in her own way.
Although it’s too meager to call it revenge.
Anyway, as a bonus, my presence has grown, so do whatever you can, whether it’s supplying warmth or providing blessing materials.
You’re leaving me idle for too long, aren’t you?
He chose silence instead of answering. Here, it would be fine to be silent together and let an endlessly unpleasant time flow, but if we do that, Joanna’s stomach might get ulcerated.
Hmm.
Then shall we say it in a different way?
“Just do as you please, Hieronymus.”
Don’t mind me and do what you want to do.
It’s okay to give warmth, it’s okay to bless. As you please.
But.
“You can’t stop.”
Yes. People die if they can’t eat. I get cold if there’s no warmth.
So I won’t forgive stopping. At that time, I’ll do anything to leave this place and find another host.
If Andrew is your enemy, I could attach to Andrew.
Of course, I don’t say that far.
Stopping my words, I watched Hieronymus raise his head.
“What do you mean?”
No, don’t you understand everything by now?
You’re asking what I mean? Could it be that all of our conversation so far has become my delusion?
Haah.
Yes, this is what happens when there’s a lack of conversation. It can’t be helped.
I’ll lower my intelligence a bit more.
“I need warmth. The more your wish is fulfilled, the more warmth you’ll give, right?”
Hehe.
The warmth harvested by those who received my blessing killing others is separate. Besides that, you need to give me sacrifices that can give me warmth.
“So do what you want to do. Or should I ask Joanna? About a better room?”
At my words, Joanna shakes her head violently left and right. No, do you dislike it that much?
Hieronymus glanced at Joanna once, then looked at me again. And he nodded.
“I understand. I’ll do as I please. And Miss Rebecca, if you have any complaints, please let me know through Joanna.”
“Yes, I understand.”
So he didn’t like hearing my story through Andrew?
Beasts don’t know things like leashes. If he tries to do something, I won’t stop him. But I won’t help either.
And Hieronymus left without showing his back to me.
Did I poke too much with words?
Still, Hieronymus is bad for not thinking about supplying warmth or bringing materials to bless.
Anyway, if we can move rooms…
“Joanna.”
“Yes, Miss Rebecca.”
“If possible, please ask for a room with a window.”
“That’s really a good idea, Miss Rebecca!”
The air gets stale if you stay in a closed space for a long time, right?
Even if it’s okay for me, this isn’t a good environment for Joanna to stay in for a long time.
The kitchen or whatever is too far away.
By now, he should have realized that I don’t have any special powers except for blessings, and that I don’t intend to move much. If possible, I’d like to go to a village in an area I haven’t been to yet.
And I think it’ll be easier for events to happen if I’m outside.
Hehe.