This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 Chapter 93

Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (11) – unedited

“Do you remember that I always followed Kayle more than El?”

“That's why El hated me.”

“Kayle made it sound you like El?”

“I didn't.”

“It was, Kayle was,” she whispered softly, laughing as if it was funny.

Kayle, El and her. She was the most excited when she recalled the happy memories of the three of them like this. The dizzying sense of conquest, holding two men who rule the world in her hands, excites her.

“I have no time to waste here.”

“Waste? Be nice to me, Kayle. Like El. Soft and kind.”

Kayle struck the Saint's hand and turned his body and walked away.

A corner of the Saint's lips lifted up without hiding her displeasure. Watching Kayle's distant back, the Saint took a deep breath, closing her trembling eyes forcibly. It was to quell the rising anger. Of course, the object of the anger was not Kayle, but the absurd Erina.

The Saint focused on Kayle throughout the banquet. He must have feel her gaze, but he didn't even give a glance.

Kayle disappeared while she was greeted by the crowd for a while. She looked all over the large banquet hall and even lifted the curtains on the terrace, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Excuse me, a moment.”

“Sa, Saint?!”

It was the chief attendant Guernia. She put off talking with a certain male attendant, and turned her body to greet the Saint with a fresh glance.

“What are you standing still for? Come on and say hello. She is the Saint.”

“I am Evan Prechild. Please forgive the rudeness.”

“It's okay. I have a question for you.”

After telling Evan, “Stay nearby,” Guernia told Evan, she sent him away.

“What's going on?”

“I am looking for an attendant. She's a believer who wanted to meet me at the temple, but I'm worried if the problem she's been thinking about has been resolved so I can't stand it. She didn't look good when we just met briefly.”

“You have a kind heart. Even in the banquet hall, you only think of God. That believer is so blessed. What is her name?”

“It's Erina Holden.”

Guernia took out a notebook from her arms and checked the name. It was the woman who Guernia thought as cheeky with an exaggeratedly handsome husband.

“She works in the onion warehouse. If you wish, I will guide you.”

“Please.”

The Saint who arrived at the onion warehouse burst out laughing. Again, Kayle was spending time with Erina. He wasn't just passing time, Kayle was wrapped around Erina's body. The bewildered Erina stuttered in embarrassment, but the Saint couldn't hear the words in her ears.

'Hold on. It's foolish to be angry here. She was going to be abandoned anyway. It's not too late to go and deal with her then.'

“I got lost. Can you guide me back to the hall?”

What if Kayle refuses? But, contrary to her concerns, Kayle was very willing to take a spot next to the Saint.

'Right, it's definitely me rather than that woman.'

It can't be anymore fun when she looks at Erina's blank expression as if Erina had lost her mind.

'How sad. She was still caught up in her delusions.'

The Saint took Kayle out and led him to a quiet terrace. Kayle's eyes, dry without her emotions, broke her heart.

“Kiss me.”

“I am not El.”

“Yes, I'm saying it because it's Kayle. Hurry.”

She had a seductive look, as if he would hit her lips no matter how faithful of a Saint she was. The half-closed moist eyes and the captivating voice that pierced the heart harmonized with the dark night sky were stimulating.

But Kayle didn't even come close to her.

“Ah, as expected, Kayle doesn't hold me. Why doesn't Kayle hold me like El? Am I not beautiful?”

“It's by human standards.”

The Saint turned her back to Kayle and looked out. The gentle wind blew through her blonde hair, and her hair fluttered like a fluttering pale thread.

“Thank you for not refusing to give me directions.”

Kayle opened the curtains on the terrace without answering. At that moment, a strong echo resounded from the Saint's neck.

“Don't go.”

“I'm busy.”

The slender, white arms wrapped around Kayle's waist.

“Just a moment. When I was young, if I whined for you not to go to the Demon King's Castle, you stayed in heaven for an hour or two.”

Kayle released her arms and clasped her shoulders.

“Don't make a situation where I will kill you. Because I kept you alive with a feeble warmth.”

As if she had been hit in the head with a blunt weapon, the Saint could not come to her senses. What was he talking about all of a sudden?

“Ki, kill me?”

It's so absurd that it makes her laugh.

“It was Kayle who promised to make me immortal. You said you'd welcome me as your companion!”

“Because I didn't know at the time.”

“What? That El liked me?! What does that matter! I want Kayle, not El!”

For humans, marriage was a great celebration in life, but for the Demon King, it was not. Since he was immortal, he had no obligation to continue from generation to generation, and he had strong power, so there was no need to increase his power through marriage.

For the Demon King, marriage is not an instrumental means, but a thing to do with someone he likes when he feels like it with light meaning.

Because of that, Kayle didn't really care who his companion was. No one forced the Demon King to marry, except for Raynon's arrogant remark from time to time, 'I want to see a baby girl who looks just like the Demon King!'

In the meantime, the Saint, Bella, asked Kayle if he was going to leave the companion's spot empty, and Kayle also promised to do so with a light heart. Because of this, he poured his own magic to create a token of engraving for Bella, but it was accidentally absorbed by Erina.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and it soon began to run down her cheeks.

Chapter end