Rebirth Lives Up to the Stars

When he woke up, it was not the candlesticks and chains that he had been looking at for many days.I was in a trance, but my eyes were suddenly covered by a palm.

"Colo."

I heard Bena's voice call my name choked up.

The hand covering the eyes was warm, with some reassuring weight.

After he called me, there was no more text.After a long silence, I took Bernard's hand away from my eyes, then slowly sat up, and said, "Did you save me, Bernard?"

His eye sockets were a little red, but there were no tears. His face was resolute, and his bright eyes looked so loyal and reliable.

I looked at his long-lost face, and suddenly realized...I miss him very much.

Yes, he should have saved me.

— just when I thought I was going to die in that dungeon.

I looked around and found that the place where I was staying now was Bena's residence in the mercenary regiment.

Have you already returned to the Eastern Continent?

Bena sat on the edge of my bed in a rather awkward manner, staring at me for a while, and said, "You've lost a lot of weight."

I smiled bitterly, reached out and touched my chin, the prickly feeling on my hand told me that I probably looked very sloppy now.

"Would you like a wash?" Bernard asked me.

I was a little embarrassed, and quickly lifted the quilt: "I'll do it myself."

"Your body is still..." Bena's words were cut off on his lips, and the wheat-colored skin on his cheeks seemed to have turned a little red.I followed his gaze down, only to find that I...was naked from the bottom of my body.

"Cough cough." Bena coughed twice: "I'll get you some water, let's clean it up first."

After speaking, he got up and walked out in a hurry.When I saw him get up, there was some painful expression on his face.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't react for a while.

But in the next second, many fragrant afterimages suddenly appeared in my mind.

—I put Bennar...on top of the gravel and dirt...and gave...to that...

He seems to have refused... and seems to be very obedient, I can't remember clearly. At that time, my mind was in a mess, and I don't know where the strength came from. Anyway... I just pushed him down regardless, ruthlessly c△ao△did a lot...and said some nasty things...

omg...

My mind was buzzing, Bena was originally a friend I trusted, relied on, and even respected, but now... in an extremely embarrassing situation, there is an extra layer of such a relationship...

A joke in the forest of the Western Continent, unexpectedly, finally became a fact...

I actually did this kind of thing to a man... What should I do, what kind of face should I use to face him...

I buried my face in my hands.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door being opened.

I jumped up from the bed, hurriedly pulled off my clothes from the side and put them on, then looked at him with some embarrassment.

Seeing me like this, Bena seemed to remember something, and a trace of discomfort flashed across his face.But...he was much calmer than me, he just quietly brought the basin filled with clean water and put it on the table.

"Wash it up."

I pursed my lips, walked over slowly, washed my face briefly with the water in the basin, and then dried it.

Bernard was still holding a razor blade in his hand. Seeing that I had finished washing my face, he patted my shoulder lightly, as if he wanted to shave my messy beard.

Looking at his serious face, I didn't know if it was a brain twitch or something, but I reached out and grabbed Bena's hand, allowing the blade to cut a small cut on my chin, just looking at him and saying no speak out...

Am I supposed to act like nothing happened?

This is too irresponsible.

I feel like I should say something, but... what should I say?

Saying "I'll be responsible" to a man as strong as Bena... doesn't seem right.

"I've already killed Chelsea." Bernard didn't seem to see my entanglement, he just gently took his hand out of my hand, and then continued to shave me.

"..." I heard him explain this sentence simply, as if telling me that the weather is fine today, but suddenly there was an uproar in my heart: "...Didn't you say that Chelsea is an aristocrat from the Western Continent?"

"Don't worry, I'll do this only if I'm sure of everything." Bena said, "He's been in charge of the Chelsea family's land acquisition before, and occasionally helps the mercenary group do such things."

"At first... I didn't pay attention to it, but later, I discovered by accident that he would devalue the land by creating murders or plagues, so as to achieve the purpose of buying at a low price."

"I had disagreements and frictions with him. As for what happened later...you know all about it." Bena moved closer to my face and helped me shave my beard. His movements were neat and his expression was extremely serious.

"..."

After a long time, Bena said to me again: "Sorry for hurting you."

He rubbed my disheveled hair with his hands, with guilt on his face: "It's all because of me that you have encountered such a thing."

...It seems that it is not entirely caused by him. I think...it is more because of my own incompetence, and...not vigilant enough.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "That... you won't remember... that thing, right?"

"..."

"...it's okay." Bena pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and patted his chest: "At that time...you were unconscious, it was just an accident."

I pursed my lips, as if I breathed a sigh of relief, but also as if my heart was still hanging, and it was uncomfortable.

I raised my head, only to find that Bena had already turned his face to tidy up the things on the table. His eyes were staring straight at the water basin, and I found... there was a trace of sadness in it.

I stood up suddenly and hugged him from behind Bernard.

His body trembled, but he didn't struggle.

After a long time, I heard him call my name in a hoarse voice.

"Beina..." I didn't know what to say, but...I just felt that since it happened, no matter what the circumstances were, I should...take responsibility.

"……A little pain."

Hearing what Bena said, I was slightly stunned for a moment, then loosened my hold on him, and gently took off his coat.

His shoulders and arms were covered in scrapes and cuts, and in some places red and swollen.

I stretched out my hand and touched it lightly, "...was it the injury suffered 'at that time'?"

"..." Bena didn't speak.

That's it.

The crazy appearance of myself that day flashed in my mind again...

simply……

If Chelsea hadn't died, I probably wanted to tie him to a cross and cut him ten thousand knives.