Beware of The Red Thread - Chapter 38 Part 1
“Does time pass differently?”
Does that make sense?
I was so surprised by Vivina’s words that I dropped my teaspoon.
“I heard that time slows down in the Dark Age. A day there is akin to three days in Luce.”
Somehow, despite having just woken up, I was already becoming busy. I thought of Saint Lucia, who I hadn’t seen since yesterday.
Considering the time it took until the Dark Lord heard the news, it seemed that the original story had been happening for some time. As long as Assand and Karein couldn’t help, then I’d want Abel to come, but it was embarrassingly and unexpectedly difficult.
“Have you been in the Dark Age until now, Miss Lian?”
Vivina questioned me while slicing crunchy fruit. She seemed to be very good at slicing apple-like fruits with two of her hands while pouring tea with her other pair. Her eyes widened as I nodded.
“Oh my god, in that rough place… Sir Karein managed to come back alive. Did you save him?”
“It’s the opposite. I was kidnapped.”
“Yes? By whom? What’s your relationship with Karein? Perhaps…”
“I have a lover.”
While working with Lucia, she’d ask the same question on repeat.
‘Do… Do you have a lover?’
For the second time, she continued talking as she looked at me, trembling in astonishment.
“Karein brought me here. Honestly, I’m more worried about his health right now.”
“That’s ridiculous! He’s not like that! My god…”
I thought so too, until I was kidnapped!
I never expected him to act like that, but he had changed. When did he become such a thoughtless man? The more I thought about it, the stiffer my neck was becoming.
“Abel might kill Karein.”
“…Abel? Where did I hear that from?”
Vivina muttered his name, her eyes turning towards Wazowski. It was enjoying a cold pack on his forehead while sitting in my lap.
Vivina jumped up and ran into me. She shoved her face in mine as she grabbed me by the collar.
“Abel the reaper?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
When I affirmed her thoughts, she let out a squeaky scream. Her words were like a flood.
“I think Sir Karein deserved to kidnap you! I’d rather have that crazy guy’s nose stuck! Do you know how bad the rumours are? He’s a ruthless, emotionless, cruel monster that even the god’s fear!”
“Not necessarily. Would you like to meet him?”
“No! I still have a lot of work I want to do!”
‘I don’t want to die. Not yet. No way.’
She said meeting him would be too scary as she grabbed my hand, crying. It felt surreal. To other monsters, Abel was terrifying. To me, it was just normal.
Luce was always light out. With two sizzling suns, it was as bright during the night as it was during the day. It was way too much. Photosynthesis is also photosynthesis. Honestly, I found the darkness of the Dark Age to be a hundred times better.
It felt like I was exposed to the scorching heat of the desert at all times. I realized why the monsters here all wore long-sleeved priest robes and clogs. The stinging of the skin was worse than the heat.
“It’s too hot.”
My body drooped, making me look like a sloth. Wazowski flailed like a snowman melting in the sun. It was common to have to remove the red thread every couple of hours since it stuck to your body.
“Are you okay? It’ll feel even worse since you were in the Dark Age.”
It was like that when I first came to Luce.
Vivina replaced the ice pack on Wazowski’s forehead. She also brought me some ice-cold tropical juice. She hesitated, then spoke up.
“Honestly, I can’t even sleep well.”
Why? Don’t butterflies like the light?
I placed my hand on my hot head. It was too hot, my mind was growing hazy.
“Because I’m a moth-mixed race, I have a habit of getting excited when I see the light. It’s so hard taking inhibitors.”
“Is everyone like that?”
“Yeah. Even though many of the guards are nocturnal, they’re doing their best to holdout. It’s hard to find a job like this.”
Vivina mentioned that it was an honor to work in Luce as she laughed, but she didn’t seem to be smiling.
After that, I met a priest named Hippo, who looked like a hippo. I asked him if I could put curtains up in my room. He looked at me disrespectfully.
“Blinding the light is what shameful criminals do. You really don’t know anything!”
Just like the Dark Age bastards, there were ugly races here too. I gave up on the curtain idea after hearing his speech about how evil the Dark Age is. It was too hot, and too bright. I couldn’t sleep, let alone eat.
Life is more luxurious here than in the Dark Age, so why are we having such a hard time?
I thought about the conundrum with a blank face as I fanned the poor demon on the verge of fainting. Inside the bright and sparkling Luce, we were dark, poisonous plants being scorched by fire.
“This will block the light to some extent.”
Vivina made a wide-brimmed straw hat for Wazowski. Like a shy bride, when the hat was put on Wazowski, it rolled it’s big eyes, happy with it. The hat was twice the size of it’s torso, so from a distance it looked like the hat was floating.
I went for a walk with the now excited Wazowski. It was the same whether we were inside or out, so it seemed better to go out and find some shade.
The hippo priest, who had been arguing with me, gave me a fan maid instead, but in this hot weather, the maids were sweating profusely too. It was also too inconvenient to carry a fan that was as tall as I was, so I sent it all away.
Instead, I carried Aegis. If Balkan could see me, he’d surely hit me in the head a hundred times. He’d probably say something like:
‘You dare use my masterpiece for something like this?’
Vivina looked terrified.
“Give me that. I’d rather hold it!”
“I can’t because this is a weapon that only I can use.”
“Okay, then I’ll take the lead. I was told to serve you with full sincerity. If Assand were to find out, I’d be in big trouble.”
If he liked me so much, then why was he half-threatening me!? He should’ve said good-bye and sent me away.
Assand’s image had already sunk low. My rebellious spirit had risen.
“I don’t care. If he says something, tell him I did it.”
If he says something about this, I’ll fight him myself. Tell him to fight me. Of course, I’d almost definitely lose.
“Isn’t the saint busy? It can be difficult to meet…”
“These days the temple is open. She must be busy tending to the visitors.”
Our first meeting passed by in a hurry, but I wanted to have a proper conversation about my future steps involving the red thread. She’s been so busy though that I haven’t been able to catch her.
“Please! Please just help me once!”
What was she doing at this time in the original?
As I squeezed my head, I heard a muffled voice coming from in front of the temple.
“Sorry. I don’t think it’s something I can heal. I’m terribly sorry.”
“Please, I come from a place far away! Saint, please just take one look…”
Saint Lucia, who was in a lot of trouble, had a ladybug-like monster lying in front of her, begging. The guards standing next to her screamed at her fiercely.
“Saint Lucia said no!”
“I guess I was rejected again…”
Is the baby sick?
I stared at the sack the ladybug was holding. Vivina whispered in my ear. I frowned.
“Yes. It’s a public rumour, but apparently the saint sometimes refuses to treat certain races. The word is that it’s a disease that is difficult to treat in so many words. But…”
If she knew that I too had a second pair of arms, I would have been kicked out sooner. Saint Lucia turned around with the hem of her long-sleeves fluttering. Behind her, the maids followed her in a hurry as the saint pouted.