What kind of expression is that?
A strange discomfort rolled around in my mouth, like a thorn.
Usher and Bersia’s eyes met.
In that instant, the coldness that had been lingering on her face disappeared as if it had been washed away.
What replaced it was the familiar smug smile that Usher had come to expect from her.
“You’ve come back, huh?”
“Huh? Ah…”
“I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. But I feel a bit relieved.”
Was that expression one of embarrassment?
It was oddly dark and heavy for something like that.
A small ripple stirred within me.
Unable to say anything further, Bersia, who had been watching me, smiled slyly.
She immediately placed her hand on her chin and waist.
Usher jumped back with a sense of shame that could make him forget all his previous thoughts.
“What—what are you doing?!”
“I’m just happy to see this guy.”
“Get off! Quickly!!!”
“No, I’m in control of this body right now.”
“Ah, come on!”
When Usher lunged at her, Bersia stretched out her arm and grabbed his head.
The overwhelming difference in reach meant that no matter how much Usher flailed his arms, his efforts were futile, as his hands just swished uselessly through the air, blocked by hers.
Usher gritted his teeth.
“Ugh…!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be grateful? I didn’t touch anything while you were asleep, you know?”
“That’s only natural! It’s a serious crime to assault a sleeping person!”
“Well, I did touch some other places.”
“Huh?”
Usher’s gaze wavered.
At those words, disturbing images flooded his mind.
His cheeks began to redden.
The corners of his lips trembled.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her touching his body while he was asleep.
“Y-Y-You’re vile! You’re despicable!”
He shouted in a high-pitched voice.
Stepping backward to the bed, Usher wrapped the blanket around himself.
His eyes, filled with malice and betrayal, shot daggers at Bersia.
“I believed you! I trusted you!!!”
She eyed him with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
Then she added one more thing.
“I used your arm as a pillow.”
Usher’s body jerked.
“…Huh?”
“I said I used your arm as a pillow. I couldn’t leave while I was taking care of you, and I needed some rest too, but you were occupying the whole bed. What were you thinking?”
His expression turned blank.
Bersia’s eyes curved into a teasing smile.
“Such lewd thoughts. Really.”
That struck him like a dagger.
Usher, who was conscientious and clear-headed, couldn’t even argue against her words and lowered his head deeply.
His body trembled with self-loathing.
It was a humiliating rite of passage.
There’s an old saying that the higher you fall from, the more it hurts.
There’s another saying that the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
That was exactly Usher’s situation now.
On the first day of the escort mission, his body had changed, and he had to play the role of a saintess unexpectedly for over a month and a half.
Through all the trials and tribulations, he had endured everything, thinking that he could finally go back to normal and get back on his feet.
But now, as he came to his senses, he found himself back at square one.
“God above!!!”
Big plans, my foot. No matter how devout Usher is, at this point, wouldn’t even the deity watching all of this from the heavens seem somewhat ruthless?
If that’s the case, why didn’t they just return things to normal as soon as he regained consciousness? Why go so far as to plant expectations? That’s not just cruel, it’s downright malicious.
Of course, his faith wouldn’t vanish, but a little resentment had started to rise.
But still, one can’t stay down forever.
Usher let out a deep sigh and spoke.
“…Anyway, one thing is certain.”
“Yes, well… the way the body is returning.”
“Yes, the body returns when the saintess is in danger. It changes back only after the danger has been completely resolved. That seems to be the basic rule. The problem is, the scope of danger is vague.”
Usher’s brow furrowed.
“I’m not sure what level of injury qualifies as a reason for the change. Now that I think about it, I struck the saintess pretty hard during our sparring, yet there was no change regarding that.”
“Shouldn’t the threat to her life be the minimum level of danger?”
“If that’s the case, then we have a bigger problem. We don’t know if what the deity is trying to protect is the saintess’s body or her soul, do we?”
Indeed, since it was Bersia who had thrown herself into danger this time, if the body were to return to its original state, Bersia would have both her body and soul intact.
Now, consider the opposite situation.
If Usher threw himself into danger for Bersia, then her physical body would be at risk.
In that case, if the deity were to protect her, would it be her body or her soul that was preserved? That remained uncertain.
After explaining all these points, Usher spoke firmly.
“I can’t just stand by and watch the situation unfold. If it comes to that, I won’t be able to just sit idly by and let things happen.”
However,
“No.”
The response he received was something Usher hadn’t expected.
Bersia suddenly grabbed his hand.
At that moment, his body trembled involuntarily.
With a shadowed look in her eyes, her lips curled into a smile as she continued speaking.
“You shouldn’t even think about throwing your body into danger.”
“Uh, that…”
“You shouldn’t even think about putting yourself in a dangerous situation, right? Am I wrong?”
Her thumb slowly brushed over Usher’s wrist.
It was cold. Usher’s body tensed.
“You’re the type to throw yourself into danger just because of someone else, aren’t you?”
Her pupils were as black as a deep pit.
Her tone was commanding and authoritative.
Usher flinched.
The strange discomfort he had occasionally felt now hung heavily in the air.
An oppressive, sticky feeling bound his entire body.
It was unsettling.
His upper body slowly leaned back, and Bersia gently pulled him forward, as if telling him not to resist.
“Sir?”
“…Yes.”
Usher answered and turned his head.
For some reason, it was hard to look at her.
But, she wouldn’t even allow that.
“Look at me.”
A wave of discomfort surged, and Usher couldn’t figure out what to say.
It felt like he was sitting on a bed of nails.
Had the difference in stature been this great?
Despite sitting face-to-face, it felt as though he was being swallowed up.
He fidgeted with his lips.
Then, Usher muttered, almost to himself.
“C-could you… let go of my hand?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Huh…?”
“You shouldn’t talk about throwing yourself into danger or sacrificing yourself. I don’t like that, so stop.”
It was only then that Usher looked at Bersia.
A sigh escaped his lips immediately after.
“Ah…”
Her face was sad.
It felt like he’d been struck on the back of his head.
‘…I see now.’
If he died like that, Bersia would be left alone.
He knew how despairing that would be, but in his sense of responsibility, perhaps he hadn’t thought it through.
…Or perhaps, it had simply been so long since anyone had shown concern for him that it was hard to recognize.
Usher reflected on this.
His actions and words had instilled anxiety in her, making her worry that she might have to go through the same thing once again while caring for a comatose Usher.
He bitterly smiled.
He had no excuse.
“…Yes, I’m sorry. My thinking was short-sighted.”
“Do you really think that?”
“Yes, above all else, I shouldn’t harm the saintess’s body. This body too is something I must protect.”
He added that last line, trying to lighten the mood.
Finally, her smile returned to its usual mischievous self.
“Good answer.”
“Well done.”
“Haha…”
Usher let out a sigh of relief.
What had that been earlier? He had a question, but didn’t probe further.
For some reason, he didn’t want to dig deeper.
Though he had gotten out of bed, not everything was fully restored.
Having been in a coma for almost two weeks, Usher still needed several rounds of medical checks, and his house arrest continued a little longer.
The person in charge of his checkups was Judith.
After flipping up Bersia’s eyelid and checking her pulse, she said:
“This should be fine. Don’t call me again for the same thing. It’s annoying.”
“Ah, thank you…!”
Usher, offering his thanks, noticed Judith’s expression had changed.
She looked almost… repulsed.
He tilted his head, confused, and Judith muttered to herself.
“…Is she really a split personality?”
Usher had no idea how Bersia had treated Judith while he was unconscious, so he could only feel puzzled at this reaction.
After the checkup, Usher was thinking about taking a walk to the garden when Rubena suddenly barged in, flinging the door open.
She looked between Usher and Bersia, her face swelling with tears.
Ah, had she been worried too?
Usher felt a small touch of emotion.
She was a comrade who had endured hardship together…
“Finally, I can breathe! I thought I was going to die from being so cautious!!! You two even kept me from shopping!”
…No, wait.
Usher awkwardly smiled.
Rubena, noticing his awkwardness, stepped closer and scrutinized his face.
When their eyes met, she gave a half-hearted laugh.
“Now you’re starting to look alive, huh? A thousand-year love story, huh? Really?”
“Love…? I…!”
“Alright, alright! Some people were working themselves to the bone while taking care of you during your confinement!”
At that moment, Usher froze.
“Confinement?”
“Huh? Don’t pretend you don’t know. You’ve completed your confinement period already. Wait, you’re not trying to pretend you didn’t make me run errands for you, are you…?”
Usher’s head snapped towards Bersia.
Now that he thought about it, he had never heard what had been going on during his unconsciousness.
Confinement!
The saintess, of all people, had been punished?
What kind of disaster had happened for this to occur?
He glared at Bersia with eyes full of fury.
Seeing this, she gave a mischievous smile.
Her teasing expression made Usher’s eyes narrow.
The back of his neck tightened.