“Here.”

Plop.

Due to being pushed by Ileion, Elescia ended up sitting down on the bed. As she looked up at him while sitting on the shabby bed, perhaps because the ceiling was low, Ileion felt much larger than usual.

Elescia’s heart suddenly made a thumping sound.

“It’s not that I shouldn’t be doing this here, but…”

Haudenxha was close to the community of the possessed. Therefore, in reality, the rules of life were not particularly strict. For example, there was no problem with Iris, a female priest, and her room being visited by male priests like Roben and Esho.

The reason Haudenxha’s priests had to adhere to a certain lifestyle was that Haudenxha had to play the role of a “real priest” here. If, for example, one took on the role of a “priest” in a play, there were words and actions that should be done as a priest.

High priests who could hold prayer meetings for the followers were determined, and the rest engaged in daily volunteer activities.

From the perspective of the possessed, the priest of Haudenxha was not a “real priest.” It meant that from the perspective of someone from another world who knew the secret of the world, no matter how immersed they were in their role, they could not be considered a real priest.

As a result, there were quite a few couples who dated within Haudenxha.

Rather than forming a relationship with people in the world of the book, many found that their hearts often connected when comforting and understanding each other with shared memories.

If they dated for a while and said they would leave Haudenxha after getting married, they were given a settlement allowance to build a house outside the temple.

Anyway, dating was not prohibited in Haudenxha.

“Is it better to rest in your room?”

Seeing Ileion’s displeased expression, Elescia became unnecessarily tense.

“Elescia.”

The man who called her name kneeled down. As the red eyes at eye level approached me, Elescia closed her eyes tightly.

“Huh?”

But his lips, which I had been waiting for, did not touch me. Elescia opened her eyes.

“Why did you close your eyes?”

Ileion playfully twisted his eyes and, crossing the hood, took off his wig.

“Although I was going to ask you to loosen the bandage a bit.”

“…What?”

There was a spark above my head, and a loud laughter was heard.

…Elescia closed her faith.

When meeting Ileion, she always blocked out the gods. However, today, she forgot because Alejandro suddenly called for an interview for a mission.

‘What is he trying to see suspiciously?’

Thinking of the gods who were silent until just now, Elescia shivered.

“Can’t you do it alone?”

Ileion fumbled with the bandages that had been tightly wrapped around my face beneath my eyes.

“When I put it on earlier, the butler helped me. I don’t know where it ends.”
Elesia sighed briefly and carefully examined the end of the neatly wrapped bandage, finding it tucked in. Perhaps due to concerns about feeling stuffy, she had wrapped multiple layers with thin and narrow bandages, so she felt that she needed to be careful when unwrapping them again. Elesia tidied up the bandage while holding it tightly in her hands as she unraveled it.

“All done.”

“Now it feels like I’ve been resurrected.”

Ileion roughly ran his hand over his face. Elesia, without realizing it, scrutinized such a man with her eyes.

Whether it was because he had worn and taken off the wig, his usually neat hair was now disheveled in various directions. There was a slightly weary feeling in his red eyes. The face that had just been released from the bandages looked a bit redder than usual, and, ultimately, it exuded a somewhat decadent and debauched vibe.

This can’t be real.

This was Ileion Clevent’s appearance.

Even when he read the Palagara War History and woke up from a bed after falling asleep, Ileion never looked disheveled like this. Even during the ‘Lona’ era, there was no buff for the male lead, yet he was always smooth and fluffy in the morning—Elesia, who viewed it as such—somehow found it hard to take her eyes off him in a strangely mesmerized state.

Moreover, in a priest’s robe.

Without any decorations and in a plain white priest’s robe that she had worn for 17 years, why did Ileion make it look more sacred and divine? Elesia unknowingly opened her faith again and felt as if she should confess something to the five deities.

“Elesia.”

She, who had unknowingly stared at Ileion, was startled.

“Yes?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

His hand, suddenly reaching out, covered Elesia’s chin.

Touch.

Seeing Ileion, who had just touched her lips and was about to fall, Elesia made a blank face.

“Why? Because doing it with the bandages still on seemed a bit awkward, so I endured it.”

Ileion tilted his head slightly.

“I put a lot of effort into coming in here. You’re not welcoming at all.”

“It’s not like that.”

“But why that face? Not even closing your eyes. In the prayer room, you did it without any problem.”

Elesia’s face flushed when she heard Ileion muttering that closing one’s eyes when he kisses is a matter of manners.