I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 149
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Yeshion screamed internally as he clutched his lower back.
The woman had struck the exact spot where the stabbing pain pulsed, and now stared at him with a suspicious look.
“What, what’s wrong with you? Did some priest beat you up or something?”
Judging from her rough tone, she must’ve known the real “Yeshion.”
He lifted his head to look at her face, and in that instant, his chest tightened.
It wasn’t with anything like fluttering excitement, but rather it was a sharp, cold dread.
Like she might twist his neck and kill him at any moment.
Even without knowing anything about her, the body remembered. The fear branded into “Yeshion” warned him clearly to be careful with this one.
“Not gonna answer?”
She scowled, balling up her fist like she might punch him if he stayed silent.
“I-I wasn’t hit.”
“Really? Hmm. That’s strange. I figured the priests would hate you after what happened last time.”
“……Last time?”
“You know, that one. The priest who tried to help you ended up dead.”
Trying to help him?
That was the first he’d heard of it.
Of course, with no memories to speak of, Yeshion had no way to respond.
Then the woman, Baine, widened her eyes.
“What, you don’t remember? Wow, Yeshion. You’re really becoming a fantastic piece of trash. I mean that. Great progress.”
“……”
“To think you can look so calm after the colleague who tried to pull you out of the gutter died. You’re finally starting to fit in.”
She let out a low chuckle and turned to walk ahead.
Maybe she thought he was going insane, clueless and memoryless like this.
A colleague who tried to pull me out…
Judging by what she said, the one who’d tried to help was likely a priest.
“Well, it’s not like this is new. If you had a brain, you’d know it’s time to give up by now.”
Just as he was wracking his brain over who it could’ve been, Baine sneered. When Yeshion looked up at her, she gave him a knowing smile and turned away.
Yeshion lowered his gaze.
He had sensed something off for a while now.
Even if the real “Yeshion” was as awful as they said, the fact that he was so completely isolated, even in a temple filled with famously kind-hearted priests, had always felt strange.
From what she’d said, someone had reached out to help him, and paid for it with their life. And that death had been pinned entirely on “Yeshion.”
Now he understood why the other priests hated “Yeshion” so deeply. Why they feared him.
There were probably even rumors that anyone who got close to him would end up dead.
“Aren’t you coming?”
Lost in thought, he jumped when she snapped at him. Startled, Yeshion clutched his aching back and quickly followed.
The woman led him past the market and into a narrow alley, weaving through backstreets before finally slipping into a house.
And that wasn’t the end.
She pulled a green book from a shelf tucked in the corner of the room, and with a faint vibration, a hidden space revealed itself.
‘……I never would have found this on my own.’
Seeing the situation, Yeshion felt like it was a miracle he’d even met someone with access to clues.
Behind the bookshelf was a passage leading underground, running alongside the wall. As he drew closer, a chill seeped through the air. And beneath that was the faint, metallic scent of blood.
Yeshion froze. He couldn’t bring himself to go down.
He was scared.
Was going down there really the right choice?
What if he made a wrong move and died right here?
‘I should’ve at least told someone where I was going…’
Fear sent a flood of doubt and worries rushing through him.
Even the resolve to investigate alone now felt like pure foolishness.
But if he didn’t go, he wouldn’t learn anything.
Gulping hard, Yeshion shut his eyes tight and stepped down.
He descended the long staircase, and as his foot touched the floor of a wide space below, a sharp voice rang out from beyond a dark curtain.
“You’re late.”
