Chapter 58: Sudden Accident
Misha was silent for a moment, then stiffly turned his head to look at the layout of the room.
This was a dormitory for clergy. Since the gods advocated simplicity and abstinence, and the elves were very poor, the interior was cramped and simple, far simpler than their comfortable residence in Sky City.
Two beds were placed side by side. On the outer side of the beds was a narrow aisle. Near the door stood a worn wooden table. The room just looked simple, without many problems, but Misha felt something was weird.
He took a few steps back and said without hesitation, “I’m going to stay with Arlo!”
Lance: “…”
Misha had already turned and run.
He figured since he and Lance were staying here, Arlo and Samuel must be next door. So he peered through the wooden window of the adjacent room and saw Samuel sitting under the window. He hurriedly knocked on the window and said, “Knight Samuel!”
Seeing it was him, Samuel opened the window and asked curiously, “What’s wrong, Divine Envoy Misha?”
Misha: “Can I swap beds with you?”
He had thought it through.
Samuel worshiped Lance so much; he definitely wouldn’t miss this opportunity to talk all night with the Hero. Compared to staying with Arlo, he definitely wanted to stay with the Hero more!
But he hadn’t expected Samuel to freeze, hesitate, and stammer, “…Better not.”
Misha: “Eh?”
Samuel whispered, “Divine Envoy Arlo is so frail. I’d better stay here to protect him.”
Misha: “?”
Who? Arlo? Frail?
Just based on the fact that Arlo could take two hits from that terrifying Hero and only bleed a little, he couldn’t be counted as frail!
Misha really couldn’t imagine what kind of image Arlo had in Samuel’s mind.
Samuel knocking Arlo out with one punch was because Samuel was too strong, plus Arlo was in bad shape and mentally exhausted at the time, making him vulnerable. If it were the usual Arlo, standing there and taking ten punches from Samuel wouldn’t be a problem.
Samuel lowered his voice again, nervousness on his face, and said carefully, “And you too, Divine Envoy Misha.”
Misha paused, not understanding Samuel’s meaning.
“These few days, let Lord Lance protect you.” Samuel spoke earnestly, seemingly genuinely worried about Misha’s safety. “I don’t have the ability, but Lord Lance definitely does.”
Misha was very confused. “…Protect me?”
Samuel added, “You went off alone just now. It was really too dangerous.”
Misha: “Dangerous?”
Samuel: “I’ve already reminded Lord Lance. For the next few days, he will definitely follow you every step of the way.”
Misha: “…”
No, what on earth is going on?
Why did Samuel make it sound like he was in mortal danger and would die if he left Lance’s side?
There must be some problem here.
Misha frowned. Just as he was about to ask Samuel what this was all about, Samuel looked behind him and couldn’t help asking, “Where is Lord Lance?”
Misha: “…”
“No, how did he let you come out alone again?” Samuel seemed to want to stand up. “I’ll protect you while we find him!”
Misha: “…”
Misha finally couldn’t hold it back.
“Why protect me?” Misha frowned. “Am I in some danger?”
Samuel: “…”
Samuel sprang up, opened the door, and hurried toward Misha outside the window.
Only then did Misha see clearly that Arlo wasn’t in the room; only Samuel was there.
Misha couldn’t help asking, “Where is Arlo?”
Samuel: “Divine Envoy Arlo is talking to the Elf Priest.”
Misha mumbled quietly, “Then you didn’t follow him either.”
Samuel said he wanted to protect Arlo, yet he didn’t stick to Arlo constantly. So why insist Misha stay with Lance all the time?
“You are different!” Samuel was anxious. “You just had the Demon Lord’s curse lifted.”
Misha: “…”
Hmm? What does it have to do with the curse?
“The Demon Lord curses people at will, and it was lifted so easily.” Samuel sighed worriedly. “He will likely come back to take revenge on you.”
Misha: “…”
“I’ve thought about it. You and Lord Lance are so close, so you must be the Demon Lord’s first target.” Samuel nodded seriously at his own deduction. “That’s why the Demon Lord chose to curse you.”
Misha: “…He won’t come again.”
“But it’s really too dangerous.” Samuel bowed slightly, asking Misha to leave with him. “You should stay with Lord Lance.”
Misha: “…”
Misha wanted to cry.
He never expected that the curse excuse he casually made up would trap him here.
He didn’t want to go back and stay with Lance. He tried hard to think of a way to prove he wouldn’t be in danger so he could stay alone.
But Misha couldn’t think of a way.
He could show Samuel his powerful magic, but once he exposed his strength, he would have to explain it. And that might make the Hero notice something wrong, discovering his magic was related to the Demon Lord who attacked the sanctuary that day.
Misha had to swallow and stammer, “I… actually I…”
He heard footsteps approaching, hurriedly turned his head, and happened to see Arlo walking toward them holding a pile of books.
Misha felt he saw a savior.
“Arlo!” Misha shouted. “I want to share a room with you!”
Samuel always listened to Arlo. This time, as long as Arlo spoke up, he would definitely agree too!
But Misha hadn’t expected Arlo to hear his words and frown slightly in trouble.
Misha understood.
Damn it, looks like Arlo has no solution either.
Arlo coughed lightly again and said, “It’s just one night. It doesn’t matter.”
Misha: “…”
It matters! Of course it matters!
He already knew the Hero liked him. He didn’t want to sleep in the same room as someone who liked him!
Arlo sighed again, lowered his voice, and whispered to Misha, “I already tried to stop it.”
Misha gritted his teeth. “It’s the Hero’s idea again!”
Arlo lowered his voice even more. “This time… it was actually Samuel.”
Misha: “…”
Arlo: “Don’t worry. Although Lance is weird, he shouldn’t be that outrageous.”
Misha: “…”
Misha hung his head dejectedly, giving up the thought of struggling.
He sighed deeply and finally decided to follow Samuel back. But passing Arlo and Samuel’s door, he couldn’t help looking into Arlo’s room with hope.
He hoped Arlo could understand how much he looked forward to staying with him.
Then he saw the room.
It was no different from the room just now. The only thing wrong was—
Wait, why were the beds in this room separated?!
Misha stopped again.
In Arlo’s room, the aisle was between the two beds. But in his and Lance’s room, the two dilapidated wooden beds were pushed together, with the aisle on the other side of the beds. You could call them two beds, but with such a tiny gap between them, what was the difference from one bed?
Damn it, this cursed Hero. He must be up to something!
When Misha followed Samuel back into the room, he saw the Hero adjusting a weapon he had pulled from somewhere.
It was an inconspicuous longbow, like the cheapest kind sold in the market. Misha had never seen Lance use this longbow before.
But it didn’t matter what Lance was doing.
Misha only wanted to do one thing.
He had to move his bed further away from the Hero.
Samuel instructed Lance again not to let Misha leave his sight. Lance nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing casually but not taking it seriously. After Samuel left—Misha immediately began his bed-moving operation, huffing and puffing.
Lance just watched him.
The bed was a bit heavy. Misha didn’t dare use magic in front of Lance, and Lance didn’t seem to intend to help. So Misha had to lift one corner of the bed slightly and pull hard to the other side—
Snap.
Misha: “…”
He clearly heard a strange breaking sound. He looked down curiously, but the bed looked fine. So Misha pulled hard again—
The bed leg seemed to bend.
Not only that, but a few parts seemed to fall off the wooden bed. Misha didn’t know what they were, but he felt… this bed might… have been broken by him.
This elven town was so poor. The Elf Priest kindly vacated two rooms for them, and he broke their bed.
Misha: “…”
Misha let go guiltily and carefully set the bed down.
“I… um…” He scratched his head, trying hard to explain his actions. “This bed might be a little…”
Lance completed the excuse for him. “Too old.”
Misha nodded repeatedly.
“Right, right, right. The bed is too old. It’s definitely not my fault.” Misha coughed and added, “But it’s fine. The bed hasn’t collapsed anyway.”
He sighed in relief and gently patted the bed in front of him.
Misha: “I… I’ll be careful when sleeping tonight, there won’t be any prob—”
He didn’t even finish the sentence.
The still-intact wooden bed suddenly collapsed under his slap.
Misha: “…”
Lance: “…”
Misha lowered his head stiffly.
Not only did the bed collapse, but the bed board seemed to have snapped, breaking into several pieces. It was absolutely impossible to sleep on.
What happened!
How could a wooden bed be so fragile!
He just moved it a little bit!
Misha was devastated.
He broke the poor elves’ bed, adding frost to the snow for this already impoverished race.
Misha finally looked up awkwardly at Lance.
“I…” Misha whispered, “I really didn’t mean to…”
Lance nodded. “I understand.”
Misha lowered his head and whispered, “I’ll go find the Elf Priest…”
But Lance slowly uttered another sentence.
“It is a bit troublesome,” Lance said softly. “Now there’s only one bed left.”
Misha: “…”
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