A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 88
On the night when a fierce storm passed over Blue Rock, Rosé lay sprawled on the reception room sofa like a corpse.
She had lost her sweet maid job and instead found employment in an underground organization with loan sharks. To make matters worse, she had to give most of her salary to the loan shark.
— I-I tripped and fell.
— Was the place you fell over a boundary?
“Aaah!”
It was strange. There’s no way that the amazing Pumong wouldn’t have sent a rescue. She should not have worn the black cloak until the end. No, would she have died today if she hadn’t?
“Ah…”
Rosé wiped her tear-streaked face with both hands. In any case, it was a good thing that a way to reduce her debt had appeared.
How else could she repay such a large debt? Of course, even if she hadn’t missed that divine bead…
Aargh! The more she thought about it, the more painful memories resurfaced, and Rosé found herself tearing at her hair in frustration.
Thud.
The front door opened. Startled, Rosé stood up and tried to tidy her disheveled hair.
A bent old man with white hair entered the reception room leaning on a cane. Master?
“Ahem, have you been well?”
Rosé nodded her head in bewilderment. He disappeared suddenly last week due to some urgent matter. Seeing him after three weeks, he seemed somehow thinner.
“It’s not that… it’s…”
He shyly lowered his head and rummaged in his robe, then pulled out a purple-striped bead and held it out.
“What is this?”
All he had ever given her before were honeyed chestnuts and a large pepper1고추 is a euphemism for d*ck/p*nis.
“This… this is what you said you wanted.”
He urged his hand closer, coaxing his hesitant disciple. Despite his casual demeanor, he was burning inside.
“Damn it.”
He had been holed up like a mouse in winter trying to make this. After all that effort, all he had completed was a bead the size of a baby’s fingernail.
It was said that the divine bead made by the Vermillion Bird took 100 years to complete. Still, considering he had squeezed out three weeks of tears to make it, it was quite large.
‘I even thought about my great-great-grandmother who passed away…’
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he cried for more than 15 hours every day for three weeks without missing a day.
“What I wanted… the divine bead?”
Rosé’s eyebrows gathered in doubt as she belatedly remembered the divine bead.
She hesitantly raised the bead, no bigger than a grain of rice.
〈SYSTEM〉 Received ‘Tears of the White Tiger (Grade S)’ from ‘Muho’.
Tears of the White Tiger (Grade S)
A bead created by Muho in deep sorrow for the sake of his soulmate. Holding the bead in your mouth will protect your body with the tiger’s energy.
Effect: Defense ++++++
Durability: 3/3
“I didn’t think about durability because the time was short, but…”
Muho scratched the back of his head. If he had a lot of excess time like that faker, the Vermillion Bird, he would have made an indestructible divine bead, but unfortunately, time was short.
In his eagerness to please her quickly, he made it in three weeks…
“Still, it’s quite usable. Even at auction, it could fetch around 5,000 phondos.”
Muho, stumbling through his excuses, glanced at Rosé’s face. She suddenly shed tears like chicken droppings.
Could it be that she was touched? Indeed, in history, there would only be one god who gave a divine bead to a human being.
Where else would a symbol of companionship go but to a human? Muho cleared his throat loudly and said,
“Ahem, since you kept crying so much, I’m giving it to you. There won’t be a next time.”
Then you should give a fist-sized one rather than such a small thing like this.
“So if you slack off on training, you’ll get in trouble….”
“Waaah!”
However, suddenly, Rosé sat down and started crying her heart out.
Muho hesitated, looking puzzled. This was not tears of emotion, but rather a level that could be called wailing.
“Why, why are you like this? Did you eat something wrong?”
“Master, I hate you! Waaah!”
As the grievances of the day piled up, Rosé began to cry even louder.
20,000 phondos. Converted to sillas, it was 400,000 sillas. Even after paying off her debt of 3,510 sillas, there would still be a considerable amount left after going around the Earth, no, this world she transmigrated to, once.
— Black Cloak. Choose.
— Whether you sign the contract today, or…
— Will you choose to die here.
If he had given the divine bead a little earlier, she wouldn’t have had to sign that contract.
“Waaah! It’s unfair!”
Muho stood helplessly in front of Rosé, who was crying bitterly, looking around in confusion. Could it be that she disliked stripes? Or did she only like red?
“Argh, stop crying. Please.”
Muho pleaded as he scratched his head. He found human cries annoying since he was a child in the mountains. But Rosé’s crying sounded strangely different.
Should I say it felt pitiful? Should I say it felt like her heart was being torn apart unknowingly?
“I did everything wrong.”
Finally, he knelt down, bowed deeply, and apologized. So much for the pride of a deity. If those tears stopped, it seemed like he could hear a bell ringing.
“So stop crying. Is this all about your face? Huh?”
When their eyes met, Muho involuntarily held his breath and licked his lips. Hah, why does she look so beautiful?
“Well, if you don’t like it, you can throw it away.”
Muho coldly told Rosé something he didn’t mean. If she really threw it away, his emotional scars would be so deep that he wouldn’t come out of seclusion for a thousand years.
As he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why he was feeling these emotions.
“You don’t just give that to anyone. Damn it, that’s something you give only to a partner….”
“A partner…?”
Muho muttered in frustration, but his insightful disciple quickly understood and asked back.
With a heavy heart, Muho gave her a confession that wasn’t really a confession.
“Yes. The divine bead is originally a gift given only to a partner sworn in eternal love.”
Suddenly feeling empty, he hesitated before swearing and cursing himself.
“That’s enough. What would you know.”
At that moment, Rosé, who abruptly stopped crying, stared at Muho with wide eyes. A gift given only to a partner. That’s what it meant.
“Is that a confession?”
“Uh, uh?”
“Master. You just confessed your feelings to me now, right?”
As Muho tried to stand up with his staff in hand, his body swayed greatly.
It’s just because he felt frustrated and unfair, seeing her cry pitifully. Did that mean it was a confession?
“Hey, what… what… are you crazy? Me? Why… you… you…”
Sniffing twice with her sleeve, Rosé stood up from her seat and said,
“Okay. I will.”
“Uh, what?”
“I want to be your partner. Me.”
At that moment, when her pouting lips meekly accepted Muho’s unspoken confession,
Muho (S-Tier)
Relationship: Engaged
〈SYSTEM〉 As a result of the relationship change with ‘Muho (S-Tier)’, the obtainable stats have increased.
Intelligence 12 → Intelligence 36
Morality 5 → Morality 15
Rosé tripled the available ability points.
“Yes. Let’s get this.”
As if she wasn’t sad just before, Rosé wiped her nose and held the master’s hand.
“Master, return to your original form. Ah, not a tiger, but a person.”
How did this guy know I was a tiger? Muho looked at Rosé with that exact expression on his face.
Rosé chuckled inwardly. She knew since they trained fiercely in the mountains and had s*x. Of course, due to the side effects, Muho still couldn’t remember those times.
They say the side effects gradually disappear; if they wait for about a year, he would remember. When she squeezed his hand as if urging him on, his cheeks blushed like a girl falling in love for the first time.
Puff. It seemed like steam was rising above Muho’s forehead.
“Come on.”
“Uh… uh… s-sure.”
He agreed all of a sudden and transformed into a young man’s body. Judging by his appearance, as a deity, he looked like he was in his late twenties with a healthy body.
But Rosé expressed dissatisfaction with the master’s height, which seemed to be about 1.5 times taller than her. Just a little shorter.
“Uh… o, okay.”
Once again, nodding like a fool, he slightly lowered his height.
“Just right.”
Caught off guard, Muho clenched his fists tightly as he met Rosé’s smile. He felt his heart racing.
Has there ever been such a lovely creature before?
Rosé pecked a kiss on her master’s lips, which had turned into a red radish. Now, they have dried up into well-dried jujubes.
“Wha- wha- what kind of…?”
“You shouldn’t say that to your mate. Master.”
Ah, that’s right.
Easily succumbing to instinct, Muho wrapped his arms around Rosé’s waist. Seeing her small body embraced tightly in his arms, an inexplicable excitement arose within him.
Swallowing hard, Muho asked Rosé,
“Are you really okay? I-I’m quite…”
Whenever he developed a liking for something, he always easily immersed himself in it and, at the same time, became overly obsessed. Hence, he was afraid of falling for her.
“I might make things difficult for you…”
An uncertain statement slipped out. This was another problem of his—becoming overly serious about things he liked.
On the other hand, Rosé didn’t have the luxury to become so serious. Just like she couldn’t keep crying endlessly because she didn’t receive the divine bead on time.
“I like you. Master.”
And so, she simply nestled into Muho’s embrace.
‘My precious S-tier….’
She couldn’t afford to lose him, even if he was a tiger.
“You really…”
His trembling hands, filled with emotion, gently stroked Rosé’s back in excessive seriousness.
Muho buried his head into Rosé’s shoulder, where her subtle scent lingered. It felt good. It even seemed like it would get better in the future.
“You… I’ll seriously take care of you.”
Despite crying his heart out in the cave, Muho’s eyes began to moisten once again.
Perhaps it was all predestined, from the moment he cried all day in the cave. Embracing Rosé tightly, Muho whispered to her,
“What should I do… I think I really like you.”
A 459-year-old tiger shedding tears with swollen eyes.
Rosé caressed the tiger as if she had rescued him from the sea.
And a single melancholic gaze watched over the two of them, sharing their sight.
A day in this transmigration world was truly not without its challenges.
Translator
- 1고추 is a euphemism for d*ck/p*nis