Chapter 4: Don’t Stop

“What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing… I just ate too fast and choked.”

Not bros?

Letia was a little puzzled.

Hadn’t she already put on the Disguise Mask?

Then why was Red still asking such a question?

After steadying herself, Letia regained her composure.

The more anxious she was, the more likely she’d slip up.

No matter why Red asked that question, she shouldn’t show such a losing expression.

“Sorry, I’m an only Solo Daughter at home.”

That was, of course, the truth.

“Is that so?”

Red brushed the bread crumbs off his hands and said casually, “There was a priest in the hero squad I was in before who looked a bit like you. Maybe I was mistaken.”

“Before?”

Letia deliberately pretended to be clueless and asked, “Sir, did you change teams?”

Changing teams wasn’t common in this world, especially for adventurer squads.

Dungeon raids required extremely tight coordination, so switching teams rarely happened.

It took a lot of time to build synergy.

“No, I just quit Dawnblade. Now I’m a Free Agent.”

Letia was taken aback.

“Dawnblade? Isn’t that a pretty famous hero squad?”

“Sort of famous…”

Seeing the nun beside him hesitating, Red gave a wry smile and nodded.

“There’s a lot I can’t say about quitting, but I definitely left Dawnblade.”

Looking at Red like that, Letia felt a twinge of discomfort.

After all, they had been comrades for years.

Even if they weren’t deeply close, seeing him like this inevitably stirred a feeling of sympathy—the kind you get when a rabbit dies and the fox mourns.

Letia took a bite of bread as countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

After a moment, she spoke.

“Sir, maybe you don’t know, but I’ve always admired the adventurer’s life.”

“Could you tell me about your adventures and companions?”

“I’m very curious.”

Hearing this, Red couldn’t help but smile.

“Miss Nun, I thought you’d respect my feelings and not pry…”

“Hehe~”

Letia playfully blinked, “But didn’t I tell you before? If something’s bothering you, it’s much better to say it out loud. I’m just a listener. Besides the Lord, myself, and you, no one else will know.”

“Alright then,”

Red said helplessly, “But I don’t like gossiping behind people’s backs, so I’ll just talk about the adventures. Just treat it as a story. If it gets boring, feel free to say so…”

“How could it be boring?”

Letia clasped her hands as if in prayer and smiled.

“I’ll listen carefully.”

Honestly, Letia hadn’t expected Red to actually only be recounting the Dawnblade’s dungeon raids rather than pouring out complaints or talking ill of Liz and the others.

Compared to that… weren’t Liz and her group, including herself, even more petty?

Letia kept her pleasant, warm smile but felt uneasy inside.

Half an hour passed.

Red glanced at the drowsy nun beside him and twitched at the corner of his mouth.

She’d just said she’d listen seriously, yet before he had said much, this one already looked half asleep, ready to fall over.

Could it be that what Liz said was true—his stories sounded like monks chanting, making people want to nap?

But undeniably, this nun had absolutely no guard up…

Honestly, it wasn’t Red’s fault.

Letia hadn’t slept well last night, got up early to wait here, and already knew everything Red was about to say.

It was only natural she’d be sleepy.

“Hm?”

When Red suddenly fell silent, Letia snapped a little more awake.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at him, then suddenly jolted.

“Ah, I was listening!”

“It’s okay,”

Red shook his head, “Maybe my story is a bit dull.”

“I really was listening. From what you said, I think… your contributions to the team were not as insignificant as you made them sound.”

That was Letia’s honest thought.

Red was slightly surprised looking at this nun he’d just met less than an hour ago.

He hadn’t expected the first person to affirm him wouldn’t be a Dawnblade member, but a White Church nun.

Still, he sighed.

“It’s pointless to talk about it now. I’ve already quit.”

He wasn’t a hero—just a creator mage with a little skill.

Compared to Liz, his talent and strength really were inferior.

So he had to work twice or thrice as hard in other ways.

The fatigue and pain behind it only he understood and never told anyone else.

But none of that mattered anymore.

He was no longer an adventurer but just an ordinary unemployed person.

Those past experiences would just be stories for the future when he had food and drink.

“Although I don’t know what hardships you had leaving Dawnblade,”

Just as Red felt gloomy, a cold, jade-like hand gently touched his cheek.

He lowered his head and met the girl’s emerald eyes, filled with pure trust.

“But I’m sure you’re a very hardworking person, no matter what setbacks you’ve faced…”

At those words, the white nun’s hand retracted as if electrified, and her cheeks flushed faintly.

“Sorry for overstepping, but please believe me—the path ahead will hold brighter sights. So don’t stop moving forward.”

When Red came back to himself, the nun had already walked away.

He rubbed his left cheek and muttered to himself.

“I should have asked her name just now…”

Halfway through the mutter, Red suddenly slapped his own cheek.

“Forget it. We just crossed paths by chance; probably won’t see each other again.”

At the same time, after Letia walked away, she took off the Disguise Mask and put it away, finally releasing the tension she’d held all along.

“Phew… that was nerve-wracking.”

She had to admit, being a gentle, kind, and considerate Bright Moonlight was far harder than she’d imagined.

She’d almost gone too far just now.

Luckily, she stopped in time, or else she wouldn’t be a Bright Moonlight, but a Green Tea instead.

“Well, at least I made some impression. But then again… where’s that white nun from the script?”