I Wish You Well In Your Next Love, My Love - Chapter 61
What is he thinking as he looks at me right now?
I hope you canât understand me, lying here at home in this state instead of even getting treatment.
I hope you click your tongue and call me foolish rather than pity me.
That would have been less miserable.
ââŚâŚâ
But what showed on his face was neither pity nor contempt.
âHa.â
It was unbridled rage.
I could see the tight line of his jaw harden.
âIâm not originally the kind of good person who cares when someoneâs hurt and bawling.â
ââŚâŚâ
âBut why is it that I canât just leave you alone.â
Unlike the dangerous air about him, as if he might explode at any moment, the hand stroking my cheek was careful.
The moment I felt another personâs warmth, the corners of my eyes, which had held out until now, suddenly burned hot.
No matter how hard I tried to hold it back, I couldnât swallow the sob surging up from inside me.
In my head I knew he wasnât someone I could act spoiled toward, but my body wouldnât listen, as if it werenât my own.
Tears spilled down uncontrollably.
The best defense I could manage was to bite my lip and endure, just so I wouldnât break down crying like a child.
* * *
Without even a knock, the door to the templeâs doctrinal chamber was thrown open violently.
âLord Castion, you cannot do this!â
âThereâs nothing I canât do. Move, if you value your lives. I donât think I can control my strength right now.â
The knights only glanced at one another before opening the way they had been blocking.
Not only could they not dare point their swords at Gerard Castion, but even if they did try to face him by force, it was obvious that four knights wouldnât be enough to leave even a scratch on him.
At the sudden commotion, the priests seated around the round table all turned at once.
The elderly priest who had been about to shout at the unwelcome guest hurriedly shut his mouth the moment he saw Gerard and rose to his feet.
The other priests did the same.
No one could stop him from barging into the doctrinal chamber, a place no one but high-ranking priests could enter.
Gerardâs face, usually weary of everything, was now frighteningly cold.
Sensing at once that something was different from usual, the priests became taut with tension before they even had time to feel displeased by the sudden intrusion.
Those ash-blue eyes slowly swept across the priestsâ faces, then stopped on one of them.
Reverend Edmond, whose eyes met his, went stiff with extreme tension.
âL-Lord Castion. What brings you to Hartheonâ urk!â
Reverend Edmondâs body lifted into the air and was slammed straight down onto the table.
With a heavy thud, the back of his head struck so hard that it bounced once like a ball.
âGhk!â
Without even realizing what had happened to him, Reverend Edmond sprawled across the table.
At the sudden violence with no explanation whatsoever, a deathlike silence filled the doctrinal chamber.
Gerard walked slowly toward the table.
There was a blaze burning in his eyes.
He lightly leapt up onto the table, then grabbed the silver candlestick set at its center.
âWas it you? The instructor in charge of the lower-ranked Purifiersâ practice.â
âL-Lord Castion, why are you, why are you suddenly doing thisâ AGH!â
With a crack like wood being struck, Reverend Edmondâs head snapped to the side.
Coughing up blood, Reverend Edmondâs mouth had split open mercilessly.
After casually striking him across the face once, Gerard spoke again.
âI donât like using violence. I also donât like people answering my questions with nonsense.â
âUuh, uhâŚâ
âDonât make me do unpleasant things because of you. Iâll ask again. Are you the instructor in charge of practice?â
