Heimdahl spoke quickly, before I even got the chance to ask about the favor.
“I know it’s a bit shameless, but I have nowhere to stay… I do have a sense of duty, though. I’ll do anything if you help me. After that, I’ll let you use me as you see fit.”
“Hey. Before that, you need to calm down.”
I waved my hand in front of his face.
‘Wow, his day-side is completely different.
It was amazing to see him embarrassed.
Even though he was wearing a desperate pout, his face still looked amazing… It was difficult to get over his beauty.
I was pretty sure I could fall in love with Heimdahl even if I didn’t look at it.
“Let’s hear it first, whatever it is.”
Of course, being handsome is the best. I slowly lowered my hand and opened my lips.
“But I’m a cautious person. Don’t try to rope me into anything other than healing. I don’t want to get involved with you any more than I already am.”
“… Ah.”
This was like driving a nail into the coffin before Heimdahl said what he had to say.
The man seemed to be embarrassed for a moment, but soon his expression was filled with determination.
“That’s fine. That’s what I want…”
“You want?”
“I mean, to be treated….”
I nodded and said “Ah.”
By that he seemed to mean something like when he was brought in front of my house drenched in blood.
“Someone hunted you down and ordered you to be brought here. Do you know who it is?”
“Yes. Maybe the person who was taking care of me.”
Due to the circumstances, he explained that it was difficult to get people from outside to heal him.
He even tried to tell me his name, but I quickly refused. It was still too early.
‘Nothing good will come out of being involved with him.’
I’m curious, but it’s better not to listen.
I don’t want to get away with digging around.
“Is it that bad?”
“Yes? About what?”
“Huh? Is what ‘that bad’?”
Heimdahl hesitated for a moment and bowed his head slightly.
Heimdahl hesitated for a moment and lowered his head slightly.
I didn’t really have a reason to help him. Because he was so much taller, it was easier to see his face.
“…I, uh… am I that terrible?”
“Are you talking about your looks?”
“More like… the reason you said you don’t want to get involved with me…”
“What about it?”
“I’m a bit sad… but I’m not as bad as you think I am!”
The man was stuttering, his previously white cheeks were now as bright red as a poppy.
“In many ways, I’m not actually a bad person!”
My my, there was no reason for him to force himself, especially if it was going to get him this flustered.
… It’s like we’re talking about completely different things.
I haven’t really bothered to mention it, but this big guy was actually kind of cute.
“I am… I know it doesn’t look good when I say it like this, but I… I can’t remember anything I do during the night. And the other way around.”
Heimdahl said it with his eyes squeezed shut.
I stared intently at the creamy eyelashes as they trembled in trepidation.
I blinked my eyes, pretending to be surprised.
“Yes, that’s certainly what it looks like.”
I was well aware of that fact, but reacted as if I had no idea.
I wondered why he was telling me this.
It’s as if you can tell how curious I am about it.
“And I’m planning something at night, for some reason. I don’t know what it is or why, but I can’t stop it—”
“Is it related to your rough condition, back when you first showed up here?”
“Yes, it is.” (Heimdahl)
So, you’ll keep getting hurt and throwing yourself in front of my house. You mean to say something like that.
Looking at his expression, that’s exactly what he meant. And?
“I want to say I’m really sorry.”
Heimdahl moved his head, in tears, saying, ‘I don’t know why I was abandoned here.’
“If I’m abandoned here again in the future, can I ask you to treat me—? I’ll do whatever it takes. Anything—”
“You should never say things like that.”