A Kind Goblin’s Bird - Chapter 8

“Huh?”

“The lady’s name.”

The woman smiled blankly and shook her head.

“There is no such thing.”

Lady.

Was that what I wanted? The woman thought with her dizzy head.

If this goblin is a hallucinatory being, he must have appeared for the sake of the woman’s wish. Did she ever want to be called a lady? She didn’t remember well.

She might have wished he was a goblin who gives food, but the goblin calling her Lady was really strange. He was strangely unfamiliar and sweet.

“The Lady who is not afraid of goblins doesn’t even have a name.”

“Yes.”

The goblin held the woman’s waist in his arms for a moment and was silent. The woman leaned her head in the goblin’s arms.

She knew she had to go, but she didn’t want to go. It’s dangerous to stay up all night in the woods. A snake could have come out. If she is bitten by a snake, she will die.

Is it really dangerous?

No, it is life, not death, that is dangerous. A life that is bitten by a snake but does not die. A life in which she has to crawl with her leg festered and cut off. Such a life is terrifying.

What to do if no one takes care of her, and her legs are gone. How is she supposed to live when her limbs are gone?

“Lady.”

“Huh?”

“Do you have a man in your heart?”

Man.

The woman burst into laughter. It was the laugh that came out years after her mother died.

A man in her hard life, a man! She laughed for a while, but the goblin didn’t.

Far from finding it funny, he was giving strength to his arm that was holding the woman’s waist. Then the woman shook her head.

“No name, no man.”

Can’t even die.

She didn’t say the last word. The woman grabbed the goblin’s arm. She actually wanted to tell him not to go.

The house in the mountains was too dark and cold. It was scary. And she was able to bear all of that, but it was hard to bear being lonely. She wanted him to not go.

But the goblin must eat something too. He would need to cover up with something. There is nothing in her house. She didn’t even have a blanket, so she slept with the clothes removed from her dead mother’s body.

The goblin’s shoes were soft. The fabric that touched her skin was definitely silk. This goblin is a precious goblin. So he can’t live in shabby places.

The woman sighed, squeezed the goblin’s arm and tried to slowly release him. However, the goblin did not let go of the woman.

“Then how about a goblin?”

“Huh?”

“Would you like to become the goblin’s bride?”

The woman looked up at him with dazed eyes. The goblin had a red, grim face. But he had a warm, heart-melting body temperature in his sturdy arms. The woman hesitated and whispered.

“My house is shabby.”

The woman was a little shy. She recalled the shabby hut, and the woman became gloomy and looked at the goblin.

What if the goblin goes away? But it was the opposite. Instead of going away, the goblin, who saw the woman’s eyes, smiled slowly. Although the face was still rough, even the woman could tell that the goblin’s eyes were smiling.