"You said a servant in the room, but may I ask who that person is?"
Cladda seemed to not understand this situation.
Of course.
He had caught the demon and was right before the gates of heaven, but the Saintess, whom he thought was an ally, suddenly asked him to bring someone over, so it was understandable.
"I think there's a misunderstanding, so I'm going to let you go."
However, Beryl had no intention of explaining in detail.
She didn't think she would be able to fool Cladda even if she talked at length, as she was not used to lying or acting to deceive people.
Fortunately, the strategy seemed to work well. She didn't know what he interpreted her tense face as, but Cladda's face was covered in confusion.
It seemed that he was really sure that Ronove was the demon. He was a perceptive person, but he couldn't leave Ronove alone in front of him.
"..."
And Ronove, who was watching her, tried to control his breathing, which was starting to speed up.
While doing so, Ronove checked very thoroughly to see if there was any remaining magic around him.
Of course, he was trying to gather as much magic as he could inside him
Barur, he saw the trembling hands of the hostess.
Ronove knew that his hostess was not used to acting.
There was no way that the eyes of the demon, who was used to deceiving people, could not help but see Beryl’s awkwardness.
However, she was doing her best to create an opportunity to save Ronove.
Then. Ronove knew what he had to do.
It was truly an amazing talent to feel his magic that had turned into fog and returned even though he had clearly shaken off his magic.
However, Ronove had not used magic this morning. Even if the author wanted to feel magic, he would not be able to.
Click.
At that moment, the door opened. Even the Saintess knocked on the door and opened it without making a sound.
Was it a demon?
Cladda’s eyes, filled with displeasure, suddenly turned around.
And soon opened wide.
“Huh...?”
He let out a stupid sound without realizing it. In his field of vision, he could clearly see another servant who looked exactly like the purple-haired servant he had been questioning.
And that wasn’t the only surprising thing. The one who followed him was Duke Vine.
Why was the Duke here? Before he could even suspect anything, Belled looked back at Beryl.
“If you really need my servant, I came because I thought something was going on..."
Belled, who looked back as if to ask if it was Cladda, met Cladda’s gaze.
“...”
Perhaps because their eyes met with coldness, Cladda swallowed nervously without realizing it.
No, in this situation, it might have been better to have Duke Vine.
After all, Duke Vine probably didn’t want to be accused of being a demon anyway.
Since that servant was a demon, he would have wanted to quickly catch the demon and offer him up on the altar to clear his name.
...But.
Cladda’s face became more confused.
Two faces of the same? No way.
“That guy..”
He pointed to the servant who had come in with Beled.
“My servant, is it you who found me?”
Belled glanced at Cladda and approached Beryl. His leisurely pace reminded him of a predator.
As if he dominated this space, his every movement seemed to echo through the space, and Cladda let out a breath without realizing it.
And in front of him, Belled quietly hugged Beryl.
“...!”
Beryl’s eyes opened slightly wide. But soon as if it were a lie, she felt her body’s trembling subside.
Her body, which had tried to strengthen itself in case it was noticeable, seemed to loosen up.
Of course, Cladda wouldn’t see the movement. Belled’s strong arms were wrapped around her.
And Claddahl, who had never seen a man and woman’s affectionate behavior in the temple, froze in place.
Belled, without taking his fierce gaze off Cladda, briefly kissed Beryl’s dark green hair.
Beryl felt that warmth was sweeping through her entire body from there.
She let out a short breath and said. Now it was time to say what she had prepared.
“I called him here because I thought there was some misunderstanding. I thought it would be better to see him in person rather than explaining.”
Perhaps because the tension had eased somewhat, a line she hadn’t even thought about came out.
“I was also very surprised when I first saw the two servants. It was my first time seeing twins this close.”
When she thought of her usual self, it felt natural. Her heart started beating wildly again as she realized that fact.
However, Cladda, who couldn’t even see her figure in his large arms, couldn’t possibly notice her figure.
“It’s Reneve.”
Pocalor, who looked like Ronove, said briefly.
It was obvious that she had made up a similar name spontaneously. As expected, Belled had figured out what the plan was right away.
Beryl unconsciously smiled faintly and looked back at Belled. Belled, whose eyes met, buried his face in her neck.
“...!”
Beryl’s face flushed slightly at the act of affection that was too deep to be done in front of others.
However, she didn’t have to worry. Cladda hadn’t even been able to look at the two of them properly since Belled had kissed her hair.
This was also clearly what Belled had in mind.
“This, this is...”
When a slightly more daring hand grabbed Beryl’s waist, Beryl let out a short breath.
Even though she knew it wasn’t the right place to do it, her body instinctively heated up.
It was hot, and her heart was beating so fast that her whole body seemed to be vibrating.
“Um, uh.”
And Cladda, who had never seen such behavior before, lowered his gaze even further to the floor, barely coming to his senses.
No, he tried to come to his senses and lifted the sleeve of the person who claimed to be Reneve.
“...!”
And there as if waiting, was a mark that had turned red. It was a faint burn mark.
“Hmm. Ahem.”
Cladda felt dizzy.
It felt like he had climbed up the pure white stairs to heaven and then suddenly the stairs he was standing on disappeared.
Who knew they were twins!
He understood why the servant who had been questioned by him had a puzzled expression on their face. No, to be exact, he wanted to look at his face one more time and read his expression.
But he couldn’t bring himself to raise his head.
Sigh.
“Haa..."
It was because the sound of footsteps their hot breathing and the sound of them kissing were clearly reaching his ears.
“T, hmm. Misunderstanding... No.”
He stuttered in embarrassment. Then, he barely managed to hold onto the end of his doubt.
“The person I met on the third floor, um, had tea stains on his clothes...”
Before the answer, what he heard was the sound of Beryl stepping on the floor again.
Thump.
And the arms that wrapped around her, and the sound of the hem of her clothes brushing...
“...Saintess!”
Cladda finally shouted. The Duke and Duchess of Vine stopped moving.
It was the habit that occasionally kept Beryl’s spirits up whenever she behaved in an undignified manner.
‘Ah.’
He remembered, that when he shouted like this, the Saintess Beryl would stop moving in shock as if she had been burned by fire.
But what came back was a different voice.
“Your voice is loud.”
A low voice that clearly contained unpleasant feelings. It was the Duke of Vine’s voice. Cladda felt as if he had lost his breath for a moment.
He felt the thick murderous intent in the voice directed only at him.
“I knew that the temple taught us to escape the secular world, but I never dreamed that it would teach us to escape the etiquette of the secular world.”
The cold sarcastic words pierced Cladda's mind.
“That...”
Cladda wasn’t stupid enough to talk about ‘the way to discipline a Saintess’ here.
For some reason, there was a strong murderous intent in the Duke of Vine’s voice.
Was he angry at having ignored a member of his family, his wife?
It was too strong a murderous intent to be considered that. Cladda barely managed to catch his breath.
“I think I got excited..."
Cladda felt dizzy as if the blood was not flowing to his head. He barely managed to finish his question while still absentminded.
“How do you explain the tea stains on his clothes...”
He had already lost the confidence he had when he first questioned the servant.
Beryl smiled awkwardly at that.
“If it’s that tea, it’s bound to be stained. It’s the tea I drink often.”
Beryl’s voice was also somewhat shaky as she spoke, but Cladda was too flustered to notice it.
“Ah...”
Cladda answered a beat later. Beryl looked at him and said,
“I understand your desire to catch the devil, but it is not good to make innocent people suffer.”
Cladda’s face turned bright red at those words. He had never expected to be disciplined by the Saintess.
However, this situation was not over.
“I know that Vine is being misunderstood, but it’s difficult.”
The sound of the hem of the clothes brushing again.
Thump.
Did someone stop the action? Was it the Saintess or the Duke of Vine? Cladda unconsciously tried to imagine the scene before his eyes, but he lowered his gaze to the floor.
He was sure that there must be some obscene scene in front of him that he couldn’t see with his eyes open.
When did the Saintess become so depraved?
“...”
However, contrary to his imagination, Belled was no longer able to delve into Beryl.
The reason he held back the hands that were trying to delve deep into her again with both hands was because it was Beryl.
Even though she knew that Cladda couldn’t raise his head, she couldn’t believe that he was showing such deep affection in front of people. She almost ran out of breath. However.
“...”
She could clearly feel the wet heat slowly spreading from the center of her body. Oh my.
In this... in this situation. Beryl’s face felt completely burning.
“Shouldn’t you say what you were saying?”
Soft lips brushed past her ear.
The thick breath began to warm the pastoral again, with Cladda just a few steps ahead.
Cladda seemed to not understand this situation.
Of course.
He had caught the demon and was right before the gates of heaven, but the Saintess, whom he thought was an ally, suddenly asked him to bring someone over, so it was understandable.
"I think there's a misunderstanding, so I'm going to let you go."
However, Beryl had no intention of explaining in detail.
She didn't think she would be able to fool Cladda even if she talked at length, as she was not used to lying or acting to deceive people.
Fortunately, the strategy seemed to work well. She didn't know what he interpreted her tense face as, but Cladda's face was covered in confusion.
It seemed that he was really sure that Ronove was the demon. He was a perceptive person, but he couldn't leave Ronove alone in front of him.
"..."
And Ronove, who was watching her, tried to control his breathing, which was starting to speed up.
While doing so, Ronove checked very thoroughly to see if there was any remaining magic around him.
Of course, he was trying to gather as much magic as he could inside him
Barur, he saw the trembling hands of the hostess.
Ronove knew that his hostess was not used to acting.
There was no way that the eyes of the demon, who was used to deceiving people, could not help but see Beryl’s awkwardness.
However, she was doing her best to create an opportunity to save Ronove.
Then. Ronove knew what he had to do.
It was truly an amazing talent to feel his magic that had turned into fog and returned even though he had clearly shaken off his magic.
However, Ronove had not used magic this morning. Even if the author wanted to feel magic, he would not be able to.
Click.
At that moment, the door opened. Even the Saintess knocked on the door and opened it without making a sound.
Was it a demon?
Cladda’s eyes, filled with displeasure, suddenly turned around.
And soon opened wide.
“Huh...?”
He let out a stupid sound without realizing it. In his field of vision, he could clearly see another servant who looked exactly like the purple-haired servant he had been questioning.
And that wasn’t the only surprising thing. The one who followed him was Duke Vine.
Why was the Duke here? Before he could even suspect anything, Belled looked back at Beryl.
“If you really need my servant, I came because I thought something was going on..."
Belled, who looked back as if to ask if it was Cladda, met Cladda’s gaze.
“...”
Perhaps because their eyes met with coldness, Cladda swallowed nervously without realizing it.
No, in this situation, it might have been better to have Duke Vine.
After all, Duke Vine probably didn’t want to be accused of being a demon anyway.
Since that servant was a demon, he would have wanted to quickly catch the demon and offer him up on the altar to clear his name.
...But.
Cladda’s face became more confused.
Two faces of the same? No way.
“That guy..”
He pointed to the servant who had come in with Beled.
“My servant, is it you who found me?”
Belled glanced at Cladda and approached Beryl. His leisurely pace reminded him of a predator.
As if he dominated this space, his every movement seemed to echo through the space, and Cladda let out a breath without realizing it.
And in front of him, Belled quietly hugged Beryl.
“...!”
Beryl’s eyes opened slightly wide. But soon as if it were a lie, she felt her body’s trembling subside.
Her body, which had tried to strengthen itself in case it was noticeable, seemed to loosen up.
Of course, Cladda wouldn’t see the movement. Belled’s strong arms were wrapped around her.
And Claddahl, who had never seen a man and woman’s affectionate behavior in the temple, froze in place.
Belled, without taking his fierce gaze off Cladda, briefly kissed Beryl’s dark green hair.
Beryl felt that warmth was sweeping through her entire body from there.
She let out a short breath and said. Now it was time to say what she had prepared.
“I called him here because I thought there was some misunderstanding. I thought it would be better to see him in person rather than explaining.”
Perhaps because the tension had eased somewhat, a line she hadn’t even thought about came out.
“I was also very surprised when I first saw the two servants. It was my first time seeing twins this close.”
When she thought of her usual self, it felt natural. Her heart started beating wildly again as she realized that fact.
However, Cladda, who couldn’t even see her figure in his large arms, couldn’t possibly notice her figure.
“It’s Reneve.”
Pocalor, who looked like Ronove, said briefly.
It was obvious that she had made up a similar name spontaneously. As expected, Belled had figured out what the plan was right away.
Beryl unconsciously smiled faintly and looked back at Belled. Belled, whose eyes met, buried his face in her neck.
“...!”
Beryl’s face flushed slightly at the act of affection that was too deep to be done in front of others.
However, she didn’t have to worry. Cladda hadn’t even been able to look at the two of them properly since Belled had kissed her hair.
This was also clearly what Belled had in mind.
“This, this is...”
When a slightly more daring hand grabbed Beryl’s waist, Beryl let out a short breath.
Even though she knew it wasn’t the right place to do it, her body instinctively heated up.
It was hot, and her heart was beating so fast that her whole body seemed to be vibrating.
“Um, uh.”
And Cladda, who had never seen such behavior before, lowered his gaze even further to the floor, barely coming to his senses.
No, he tried to come to his senses and lifted the sleeve of the person who claimed to be Reneve.
“...!”
And there as if waiting, was a mark that had turned red. It was a faint burn mark.
“Hmm. Ahem.”
Cladda felt dizzy.
It felt like he had climbed up the pure white stairs to heaven and then suddenly the stairs he was standing on disappeared.
Who knew they were twins!
He understood why the servant who had been questioned by him had a puzzled expression on their face. No, to be exact, he wanted to look at his face one more time and read his expression.
But he couldn’t bring himself to raise his head.
Sigh.
“Haa..."
It was because the sound of footsteps their hot breathing and the sound of them kissing were clearly reaching his ears.
“T, hmm. Misunderstanding... No.”
He stuttered in embarrassment. Then, he barely managed to hold onto the end of his doubt.
“The person I met on the third floor, um, had tea stains on his clothes...”
Before the answer, what he heard was the sound of Beryl stepping on the floor again.
Thump.
And the arms that wrapped around her, and the sound of the hem of her clothes brushing...
“...Saintess!”
Cladda finally shouted. The Duke and Duchess of Vine stopped moving.
It was the habit that occasionally kept Beryl’s spirits up whenever she behaved in an undignified manner.
‘Ah.’
He remembered, that when he shouted like this, the Saintess Beryl would stop moving in shock as if she had been burned by fire.
But what came back was a different voice.
“Your voice is loud.”
A low voice that clearly contained unpleasant feelings. It was the Duke of Vine’s voice. Cladda felt as if he had lost his breath for a moment.
He felt the thick murderous intent in the voice directed only at him.
“I knew that the temple taught us to escape the secular world, but I never dreamed that it would teach us to escape the etiquette of the secular world.”
The cold sarcastic words pierced Cladda's mind.
“That...”
Cladda wasn’t stupid enough to talk about ‘the way to discipline a Saintess’ here.
For some reason, there was a strong murderous intent in the Duke of Vine’s voice.
Was he angry at having ignored a member of his family, his wife?
It was too strong a murderous intent to be considered that. Cladda barely managed to catch his breath.
“I think I got excited..."
Cladda felt dizzy as if the blood was not flowing to his head. He barely managed to finish his question while still absentminded.
“How do you explain the tea stains on his clothes...”
He had already lost the confidence he had when he first questioned the servant.
Beryl smiled awkwardly at that.
“If it’s that tea, it’s bound to be stained. It’s the tea I drink often.”
Beryl’s voice was also somewhat shaky as she spoke, but Cladda was too flustered to notice it.
“Ah...”
Cladda answered a beat later. Beryl looked at him and said,
“I understand your desire to catch the devil, but it is not good to make innocent people suffer.”
Cladda’s face turned bright red at those words. He had never expected to be disciplined by the Saintess.
However, this situation was not over.
“I know that Vine is being misunderstood, but it’s difficult.”
The sound of the hem of the clothes brushing again.
Thump.
Did someone stop the action? Was it the Saintess or the Duke of Vine? Cladda unconsciously tried to imagine the scene before his eyes, but he lowered his gaze to the floor.
He was sure that there must be some obscene scene in front of him that he couldn’t see with his eyes open.
When did the Saintess become so depraved?
“...”
However, contrary to his imagination, Belled was no longer able to delve into Beryl.
The reason he held back the hands that were trying to delve deep into her again with both hands was because it was Beryl.
Even though she knew that Cladda couldn’t raise his head, she couldn’t believe that he was showing such deep affection in front of people. She almost ran out of breath. However.
“...”
She could clearly feel the wet heat slowly spreading from the center of her body. Oh my.
In this... in this situation. Beryl’s face felt completely burning.
“Shouldn’t you say what you were saying?”
Soft lips brushed past her ear.
The thick breath began to warm the pastoral again, with Cladda just a few steps ahead.
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