I’m a Rookie, but I’m an Experienced Professional - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

When I sat back down, Anabella smiled as if she had expected this. That relaxed expression gave me slight chills.

“…Did the god you serve tell you that too?”

“Yes. The All-Knowing God knows everything. Where you came from, why you’re here… And.”

Anabella leaned her upper body slightly toward me and continued speaking.

“He also told me how pitiful a person you are.”

She says I’m pitiful. What is this supposed to mean now.

“God said that if you continue to stay by that man’s side like this, you’ll eventually die miserably.”

I was about to question her, annoyed by this incomprehensible pity, but closed my mouth at her following words.

‘That man must be referring to Callix Crowbell.’

Dying miserably would mean becoming a monster and dying while fighting the original male lead who comes to save the original female lead.

Since I knew the original story well, I couldn’t just dismiss Anabella’s statement as nonsense and let it pass.

Instead, my heart sank with a thud, and my mouth went completely dry. I gulped down the remaining beer, but the thirst didn’t disappear.

“I’ll help you.”

While I was seriously considering ordering another beer, Anabella spoke.

“I came here to help you.”

“…Earlier you said you came because of a temple commission.”

“Of course that’s one reason. But more important than that is saving you, an outsider.”

Anabella gently wrapped her hands around mine that was holding the beer mug.

“Come to the temple with me.”

Under the reddish lighting that brightly illuminated the bar, Anabella’s eyes glittered strangely.

“Then you can not only escape from the evil demon’s grasp but also avoid the future of dying miserably.”

“…Let go.”

That gaze felt ominous, so I roughly pulled my hand away from her grasp.

For a moment, Anabella’s eyes narrowed, but she soon gently lifted the corners of her mouth as if nothing had happened.

It was a bizarrely gentle smile.

“Only I can save you. So you must trust me.”

Seeing that expression, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

It was some time ago. When I was sitting blankly on a park bench, exhausted by my boss’s verbal abuse and the workplace’s tyranny.

A middle-aged woman approached me, comforted me kindly, and said that if I believed in the god she served, everything would be resolved.

I was so exhausted then that I was tempted by her words, but I soon came to my senses and refused.

The expression that middle-aged woman made then was chillingly identical to Anabella’s current expression.

She almost had me, what a shame.

But it’s still too early to give up.

If I try again, she’ll come around, that kind of nuanced expression.

My mind snapped to attention as if cold water had been poured over my head.

“No. I refuse.”

I set the empty beer mug down on the table with a sound.

“Why? Don’t tell me you don’t believe my words?”

“I believe you.”

Of course, what I believed was only that if I continued to stay by Callix Crowbell’s side, I would eventually die miserably.

That was an unmistakable fact clearly written in the original story.

“Then why are you refusing?”

“Well, even if I believe your words, I don’t trust you.”

When I answered honestly, bewilderment rippled in Anabella’s widened eyes.

“I’m grateful for your concern and desire to help me. But I’ll handle my own affairs myself.”

I looked straight into those eyes and continued speaking.

“So please don’t worry about me anymore. And convey that to the All-Knowing God you serve as well.”

Having sufficiently conveyed my intentions, I stood up from my seat.

“You’ll regret not taking my hand!”

Anabella, who had also stood up, shouted angrily. It was a sharp sound loud enough to resonate throughout the noisy bar.

The boisterous noise instantly died down, and the surrounding gazes pierced sharply in our direction.

The sound of people murmuring about what was happening tickled my back.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, I ignored her and walked away.

“If you leave like this, it’s really over!”

“You’ll regret it!”

Frustrated voices continued to call out from behind, but I didn’t look back until the end.

As I left the bar, the cold night air brushed against my cheeks.

I headed to the inn I had reserved, cooling my face that had heated up from just one beer.

The boisterous noise, the pungent smell of alcohol, and the drunk patrons giggling with flushed faces passed by me indifferently like background scenery.

“Haah…”

Entering the inn room, I let out the breath I had been holding and sat down on the bed as if collapsing.

Surrounded by quiet stillness, Anabella’s words from the bar echoed in my ears like hallucinations.

“…I did the right thing, right?”

What if the system that brought me to this strange world is really an evil demon as Anabella said?

A chilling fear ran down my spine that I might have cut off with my own hands the only chance to escape from the clutches of the system and Callix Crowbell.

“System.”

I called out, thinking it would be good to confirm the facts with the system too, but as always, the system didn’t respond.

“Please answer me. Hey. Hello?”

No matter how many times I called, it was the same. This was frustrating, but ironically, a strange sense of relief bloomed.

If the system were really an evil demon, it wouldn’t have let me harbor such suspicions.

It would have appeared before me immediately and coaxed me with all sorts of sweet words.

“Right, it can’t be. It can’t be.”

I muttered as if hypnotizing myself and lay down on the bed.

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I didn’t tell Callix Crowbell about what happened at the bar either.

Not because he was suspicious or untrustworthy, but because it was content I couldn’t speak about.

How could I tell him that I was an outsider from another world?

Still, if Anabella continued to pester me, I planned to drive her away by bringing up what she had said when she came to our house before.

But even after two days passed, she remained quiet. Given her reaction that day, she didn’t seem like she would back down easily, so this silence made me rather anxious.

‘Should I just ask Sola how she’s doing?’

Curious about whether the temple commission had been resolved well, I used my lunch break to visit the Moon’s Inn where Sola was staying.

“Oh, Eileen!”

Sola welcomed me warmly.

“What brings you here at this time?”

“I was curious if the temple commission was resolved.”

“Ah, that.”

Sola wrinkled his nose bridge as if troubled.

“I was actually going to tell you, but it fell through.”

“Why? Didn’t they like my suggestion?”

If not that, did Anabella perhaps reject it saying she couldn’t accept a proposal from someone controlled by an evil demon?

“It’s not that – the temple canceled the commission itself due to their internal circumstances.”

“What? Why so suddenly?”

“They said they couldn’t tell me the details because it was internal affairs.”

Sola scratched his head and continued speaking.

“They even gave up the contract money. Since they said they’d pay all the expenses so far, I agreed without complaint.”

“I see.”

There were often cases where contracts were broken during construction for various reasons, so it wasn’t strange at all for things to fall apart at the starting stage.

However, what Anabella had said and done at the bar last time bothered me.

No matter how I thought about it, it seemed related to this commission.

“Then what about that woman? Did she return to the temple?”

“No. She’s still in Belheim. Why? Did you come to meet the client?”

“No.”

I firmly refused.

“By any chance, did something happen with the client at the bar two days ago?”

Sola leaned his upper body toward me and asked carefully.

“The client also frowns whenever your name comes up and shakes her head saying she never wants to meet you again.”

“Nothing happened, but that’s quite welcome news.”

“Something definitely happened.”

“I told you nothing happened.”

I denied it again, then changed the subject.

“So when are you returning to the dwarf village?”

“Tomorrow. I’d like to stay longer since the beer here is delicious, but Chechye is nagging me to hurry back, so I have no choice but to go.”

Chechye was the name of the dwarf who came with him.

“So, how about having a drink tonight?”

“Again? More importantly, you’re leaving tomorrow, is it okay to drink?”

“One drink should be fine. And once we part this time, who knows when we’ll see each other again.”

His words made my heart waver, but the variable named Anabella held me back.

“Sorry, but I don’t think I can today.”

I refused because it seemed dangerous to wander around late at night when I didn’t know when or where that woman might do something.

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