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Is a housewarming party… like this? (14) – unedited

She was dressed in a pure white robe that would not be suitable for a shabby and drab inn room. The one who knocked on the door was none other than the saint.

“Are you going to keep me standing outside?”

“No, no. Come on in.”

I didn't have time to be disappointed that the person who knocked on the door was not Chenin, the surprise came first. As soon as I moved away from the door while blocking the saint, she very naturally approached Merson and stood in front of him.

Evan's mouth, who was watching, looked like it wouldn't close even if a bug got in and danced inside it.

“Sorry, I should have come earlier…….”

I waved my hand desperately at Merson. No! No! Stay there. Don't come to me!

The reason is that while the saint was talking to Merson, he was suddenly approaching me. Yes, he was just totally ignoring her. In my field of vision, I could only see the saint's back, but I could feel that she was puzzled enough by his behavior.

“Hey, when people are talking, you have to pretend to listen. Go back there again!”

I spoke so low that only Merson could hear it. I tried grabbing his arm and pulling him forward by pushing his back. But Merson stood on his spot, as if he wouldn't move a single step. Reluctantly, as I walked in front of the saint, Merson followed me and stood in front of her.

The saint looked as pitiful as she would burst into tears at any moment. I had to say something to get out of this confusing situation.

“Why are you so embarrassed to be in front of the saint! Hahaha! I'll be by your side, so relax!”

The saint thought that I was being favored by the Demon King, so I couldn't use the usual way of speaking (Do you want to die? You're going to get scolded! Our naive Merson, etc.). Evan must have felt strange at my sudden polite words, he was going to take a deep breath to say something. But my hand was faster.

“Uwah!”

Why does the pillow that had been staying still flew into his face again?

Seeing Evan's protesting face, I let go of my pretense and gave a slight wink. Then, as if he were going to vomit, he leaned against the window frame and poked his head out. Hey, that's too much.

“I'm not embarrassed.”

Is he crazy! I wasn't prepared for the words that would come out of Merson's mouth because I was worrying about Evan.

I hit him hard on the back with my elbow. The saint might have seen it, but I'll just believe she didn't, since her eyes were only on Merson's face.

“Erina, why did you hit me?”

“You're acting that way again! If you do that too much in front of the girl you like, you will be hated.”

“You hate me, Erina?”

No, not me!! Regardless of that, Merson grabbed my hands tightly and asked with a nervous look. I stepped on Merson's foot as hard as I could and yanked off his hand.

“Saint, this…… !”

I couldn't speak. It was because the tender eyes that had been sore just before were nowhere to be found. Instead there were cold eyes looking straight at me mockingly.

But that's for a while. Like a Chinese mask-changer, that expression quickly disappears.

“If you're doing this just because I said something about you, stop it, Kayle. I am still very confused.”

Still, Merson made no reply to the saint's words. I'm even embarrassed to see it.

“Excuse me… Would you like some tea?”

As expected, it was my job to refresh the mood. I'm sorry Evan, but I had to let him out in order to have a more comfortable conversation with the saint. Evan has a lot of things to hide, so that's for sure…….

After making a fuss to see the saint's face even just a little more, I neatly dealt with him with two kicks in the shin. Finally, a full fledged talk-room was prepared with only the three of us.

I offered the saint tea, but the only thing I could bring was water. Just cool water, neither cold nor hot.

Thinking she was thirsty, I poured out a cup and handed it to her, but the saint did not even touch her mouth.

“How did you know about this place?”

“It is difficult not to know. Because Kayle stands out so much. Even a small child knows the rumor that among the long-term guests staying at this inn, there lives a handsome man comparable to His Majesty. Miss Erina might not have noticed because you were dull, but there are people wandering around the inn from dawn to see Kayle's face.”

It certainly felt like the inn was more crowded than before. Wait, did she just curse at me for being dull right now?

“I came here just in case, and I was right. I'm so glad. I had something to say to Kayle.”

The saint's voice subsided noticeably. She rubbed her smooth nails, and a deep sigh leaked through her pensive face.

“What is it?”

“Kayle, don't be too angry and listen.”

In other words, it means that she was going to say something that was going to anger him. Merson still seemed uninterested, so it was I who listened intently.

The saint who sat between me and Merson turned her back on me and only looked at Merson, so I was instantly alienated, but I brought my head closer to the saint.

Chapter end