The Story of Gothic Lady Who Met a Grave Keeper in Another World - Chapter 13

I almost grabbed and devoured her.

 After somehow squeezing Eri into the hastily constructed rushed home, Thorden finally breathed a sigh of relief as he fled to his room.

 Eri Himeno was too soft.

 Like freshly baked white bread, everything is too fluffy.

 It would be sweet to take a bite, he thinks.

 Thorden clicked his tongue, remembering the time when Eri was attacked and gnawed on by a couple of corpses.

 It must have been very tender.

 The taste of blood must have been like honey.

” … is disgusting.”

 He is.

 Cannibalism? No way. He does not have any taste for such things.

 Thorden lets out a deep sigh and tromped upstairs.

 This was the room where Eri had been until this morning.

 Inhaling, he could still smell her lingering scent.

 Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bed with the sheets in chaos.

 Thorden gulped.

 If only I could sleep with this scent on me.

 Thorden steps into the room.

Behind him, he hears

“Thorden.”

“Whoaaaaah!”

 He screamed and jumped.

He jumped to his feet and screamed, “Hey! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! If you stay here, you’ll be ……!

 Eri was standing right next to him.

 He rushed to get her out of the room, but Eri slipped past Thorden and into the room.

‘Eri!’

 he yelled, and Eli’s eyes glanced at Thorden.

 Grabbing a notebook from her desk, Eli turns back to Thorden.

He looks back at her, “–. —“

 I just came to get my book, she said.

 Or she probably said so.

 Eri then walked around the room, collecting her modest personal belongings, including the clothes she had worn the day she came to this house.

 Oh, shoot. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

 I see. …… Once we kick them out, that can’t be the end of it.

 Of course, I would have to prepare a meal, but being alone in a graveyard like this would surely be extremely boring.

 I had to prepare something to pass the time.

 Eri bowed his head and walked out of the room, passing by Thorden again.

He was grabbing her by the shoulders when he thought to himself, 

‘ Oh.’

”…… yes?”

 There are moments when you understand the meaning, even if you don’t understand the words.

 He thought to himself, “What kind of a filthy gravedigger is touching me? That is what she means. I’m pretty sure that’s what it means.”

 Thorden hurriedly removed his hand from Eri’s shoulder.

 Eri stared at Thorden with half-open eyes.

 I had never seen such an expression on her face.

 Eri’s eyes, which had once looked frightened and smiled at him, now had an accusing look that made Thorden feel uncomfortable.

 She is angry.

 Angry.

 Why? Because I touched her shoulder? Because she didn’t like the house he built? Because of his very existence?

 But the timing is wrong.

 If she was angry just because I touched her shoulder, she would have been furious when I touched something worse.

 She would have liked the house, too.

 Wait, thought Thorden.

 Because he built the house?

 Because he built a house that she liked, she didn’t have to be in the gravedigger’s good graces anymore? If that’s the case, it’s a good trend.

 It must have been nothing but a pain for her to have to take care of the gravedigger’s moods.

“Thorden.”

Hm?”

 I answered when she called my name.

 Eri closed the distance between me and her. 

No, no, no, it’s too close. Too close.

 Thorden took a half step back. Then Eri also took a step back.

 As he stepped back to the wall, Eri closed the distance to the point where he could almost catch his breath.

”No, Eri, don’t come any closer! No, don’t come any closer! Please ……

I’m not going to–? –Please. —I’m…

I’m sorry. I know you’re angry,……, but I don’t know why you’re angry,…….”

 Eri’s slender fingertips pressed hard against Thorden’s chest.

 Fingers so thin they looked as if they were about to break, well-groomed fingernails.

 The first time I saw her, I thought, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be doing.

 Then he felt Eri’s hand touch Thorden’s cheek.

 Holding her clothes and books in one hand, Eri touches Thorden’s cheek and stares into his eyes.

 Black eyes.

 The colour of night.

 So close – my favourite night of all.

 And suddenly Eli’s tongue is in his mouth.

 Then she grabs Thorden’s hand.

 I try to shake her off.

“Thorden!”

 she scolded.

 When I stopped resisting, Eri put Thorden’s hand on her cheek.

 His heart seemed to beat faster.

 He wanted to shake her hand off, but he couldn’t. The sound of pulsing blood reached his ears.

 Eri’s hand left Thorden’s and touched Thorden’s cheek again.

 As they remained silent with their cheeks touching each other, he felt as if he wanted to cry.

 he thought to himself, 

‘Forgive me already.

 I can’t stand this kind of thing.

 My whole body is hot and I can hardly breathe.’

 He felt a warmth flooding into him.

 A warm feeling flooded his body.

 He wondered what it was, but it ran down his lips to his chin and dripped onto the floor.

He was so excited, he could hardly breathe. –?

 Eri screamed and jumped.

 Thorden wiped his wet face.

 There was blood on his hands.

“…… Ah.”

 A nosebleed.

 It was the first time he had ever gotten blood out of his nose, except when he had been hit.

 The world spun around as he looked up, thinking that.

 The world spun around.