This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 Chapter 95

Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (13) – unedited

Tears streamed down the Saint's chin. A mixture of anger, fear and sadness came to her.

The sadness when Kayle pushed her away. Anger at his dry eyes looking at her, which is completely different from El's. And the fear of her existence gradually fading away from her Kayle.

“… El.”

“Yes, Bella.”

A venomous light flashed over her tear-stained face, then quickly disappeared. El, who fell in love with her, and has his judgment clouded, had no time to look at it.

“Give Kayle a hard time.”

Her love began to bounce in the wrong direction. Like the prelude to a terrible tragedy.

“El, scold Kayle! Make it so painful for him who had made a false promise to take me as his companion, give me immortality and kill my brother!”

The sadism within her began to show up even to the Demon King.

The Saint had to get what she wanted unconditionally, and when she got frustrated for any reason, her unrestrained anger erupted.

'You dare to leave me? Whether it's the Demon King, the Heavenly Deity, or the Emperor, everyone must be in my hands. Even if it'll be debilitating, the last place should be by my side. And it's me who's the only hope for the messed up Kayle.'

Another man, whose reason was driven to his limbs in the name of love, did not even think of turning down the Saint's request.

“I will punish the punk who broke your heart by tearing his wings.”

“As expected, I only have you, El.”

The Saint's thank-you smile was like that of a little child who threw a stone in front of the frog.

The banquet's first day was over, but in the end I didn't see a single feather from the fan she carried every day, let alone Chenin herself.

I laid my body, worn out by fatigue, on the bed. Stretching my limbs out, leaving no room for Merson to lie down on, but I had to move. Still my body doesn't listen.

Merson sat down on the bed and brushed my hair. I naturally bent my upper body and laid my head on his thighs as a pillow.

“How comfortable. Let's sleep like this today.”

“Okay.”

“I'm serious, you know?”

“Me too.”

Giggle–

Merson was really a great man, to only sit until I said okay, that he gave up half of his comfort and rolled his body against the wall.

I tap the bed and he slips into the duvet and puts his arm between my head and neck. I stroked his sharp chin line, which was nicely angled, with my index finger.

“Did everything go well today?”

In fact, what I wanted to say was, 'Did everything go well while guiding the Saint?' But it's hard to ask for no reason. It's not jealousy, but I think I'm jealous, and I'm worried inside, but there's really no reason to worry.

I pretended to be okay and asked, but the end of my words trembled a bit. Merson pressed his lips hard against my forehead.

“Nothing but what Erina wanted to see.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Is there anything you want to hear?”

Was it obvious?! I wanted to hear a concrete story that said, 'Nothing happened with the Saint! I just told her the way and at some point we just went our separate ways!'

The person who farts is the one who gets angry. I pushed Merson for nothing and raised my voice.

“N, no?! Not at all?! I was just wondering if there was any accident?! Re, really! I'm the kind of person who hates beating around the bush?!”

As my body moved away, Merson quickly wrapped around my waist. I don't think the corners of his mouth are going down as if it's funny that I'm embarrassed. Seeing that, I became even more embarrassed and cried.

Merson put his hand behind my back and tickled the back of my head. His eyes filled with smiles fall straight on my face.

“Nothing happened with the Saint.”

“Who asked that?!”

“I just wanted to tell you.”

Re, really? If he really wanted to tell me that, I can't help it. As soon as I thought of this, I immediately felt myself becoming shabby. Oh, shame on myself.

But let me ask him one more thing that I have been curious about.

“Who was the woman on the terrace when you met me at the banquet hall?”

“Who?”

“She just went out with her face red… That one.”

“I don't remember because there was a lot.”

“A lot?! You said nothing happened!”

“It was no big deal. She asked me to marry her , so I declined.”

Lies. No matter how handsome he was, how could they easily say such a thing to a man they met for the first time? Merson, you're not… bluffing right?

“Erina, what's wrong with your face?”

“Even if you don't exaggerate, I know better than anyone that you're handsome, Merson.”

Merson tilted his head. Yes yes. I'll just let it slide.

I pulled his cheek and his face came down without much force. It was at an angle that looked like a kiss, but our lips didn't touch until I approached him first. When I was in a position where I could easily kiss him, Merson stopped and I approached him instead.

Kiss.

“By the way, did you see Evan after the banquet started?”

“No.”

“It's clear that he's playing around somewhere. I was going to ask him. As soon as we meet tomorrow, I must tell him. Merson, I want you to take me to that good place.”

“I prefer the onion warehouse.”

“You are very unique. Then you go to an onion warehouse. I'll go to the good place.”

“Ok, fine.”

Great. Smiling Merson was cute so I messed up the back of his head.

“I hope I can find Chenin tomorrow.”

The conversation on the bed at the end of the day was sucked into the dark night. Then, my mind becomes hazy and the sound of my breathing sounds as cozy as a lullaby.

As I instinctively moved my head in search of a soft pillow, the room darkened with the sound of 'tak', and my eyes, free from the mischievous light, became infinitely more comfortable.

Chapter end