“So you’re disappointed that I came.”

Matian lightly pinched Rukna’s cheeks like a mischievous person.

‘What kind of expression did I have on my face for him to say such a thing?’

Despite his playful touch stretching her cheeks, she was so happy she could die, but she had no idea what he was talking about.

Rukna felt so wronged that she wanted to look in a mirror. He probably had no idea how much she had been waiting for him.

“Were you perhaps waiting for an older man?”

Matian had been spouting nonsense unlike himself for a while now.

Wasn’t it him who ate something wrong, not her?

Rukna reached out her hand towards him. She also wanted to grab his face, but her trembling hand couldn’t reach that far and barely managed to grasp the collar of his robe.

His robe, which was already loose, stretched as Rukna pulled it and slid down his arm.

As a result, his shoulders were fully exposed outside the robe.

The sunset light slanting through the window cast shadows on his wide shoulders and chest thickly woven with muscles.

Unlike his beautiful features, his beastly ferocious body resembled a god from mythology.

Rukna couldn’t take her eyes off his body, then released the robe she was gripping and placed her hand near his solar plexus.

Thump, thump, thump. The beating of his heart, pounding so violently as if it would burst out at any moment, rapidly tapped against her palm.

Being in contact with him, the pain that felt like it would kill her gradually subsided. Perhaps that’s why this touch felt more precious.

“Your heart is beating really fast.”

“Because you’re doing this.”

“Because of me?”

“Why are you asking the obvious?”

“You always seemed like you’d be calm no matter what.”

No, actually she knew. That he had hidden his anxious and uneasy heart beneath smiles throughout his school years.

The fact that the perfect man had continuously gnawed at himself over a mere sword.

“I’ve never been calm in front of you.”

Saying how could she not know that, Matian placed his hand on top of Rukna’s hand that was touching him.

“It’s the same now too.”

He lightly kissed Rukna’s forehead.

Since a meaningful line came out, she thought they would finally join their lips, but it was just a reverent touch, so she felt disappointed.

Why did he have to be so upright even in bed? Rukna looked up at him regretfully. And bit her lower lip slightly, demanding a proper kiss once more.

Haaa. A low sigh flowed out from between his lips.

“Were you trying to show this side of you to another man?”

Matian swept away Rukna’s wanton lips. Then the lower lip she had bitten inward bounced back out with a pop.

“Why did you send a letter to the Deputy Priest? Did you become close with him after becoming a priestess? A capable older man?”

“What are you saying?”

Her head was getting heated and her heart was in a rush. She now wanted to stop the verbal sparring and do something else, so she wriggled her legs.

“Answer me, Rukna Closet.”

Matian urged her to answer while trying to remove the small hands groping his upper body.

No, I want to touch you more. Her languidly drooping eyes regained focus and became clear again.

“Because he didn’t seem like he would refuse my request.”

If this was also God’s will, he would likely readily accept the proposal, saying he would follow it.

Although he looked sensitive and fragile on the outside, inside he had a thousand-year-old water serpent coiled up, so he wouldn’t just stand by and let her die.

“I see. Then what about Perta Golden?”

“Perta was always kind to me too.”

Although extremely shy, he would have willingly accepted the proposal.

Saying it was in return for obtaining his academy graduation certificate, he seemed like he would allow her his body with a tearful face.

However, the more she answered, the more ominous Matian’s expression became.

At first he was listening with a fairly serious expression, but now he had a soft smile as if at ease.

Rukna knew that expression well. Matian had a habit of smiling more the angrier he became.

“Putting the others aside, what’s the reason you chose Bolton?”

He asked why his same-age friend was on the list.

“If it was Bolton, I thought he would rush over as soon as he got my message without much thought.”

“Haha, that guy was the most dangerous type then.”

Matian raised the corner of his mouth while glaring at the bedpost with sharp eyes.

Rukna firmly pressed down on the corner of his mouth and pulled it back down. It was a signal telling him not to force a smile.

“Are the questions over now?”

“Not yet.”

As expected of the valedictorian. Matian seemed determined to find out all the answers to his questions before moving on to the next stage. Even though Rukna was at the point of suffocating.

“I’m also curious about the reason you let the contents of the letters you sent reach my ears.”

“You’re also asking the obvious.”

But she didn’t want to directly say that obvious answer.

Rukna stretched out her arms and clung to his neck. It felt good to be in contact with his solid body that had a lower body temperature than hers.

As Rukna pulled, Matian lowered his upper body and soon buried his face in her bosom. She hugged him tightly with her slender arms trembling.

As a sweet scent of flesh wafted up, Matian held his breath. A quiet answer returned to his ear.

“That’s why you’re by my side now.”

Rukna rolled over sideways while still hugging him.

A man full of bones and muscles couldn’t be light, but he obediently followed Rukna’s movements.

Now their positions were reversed. Rukna, who had taken the top position over Matian, plopped down on his broad chest.

Their legs were crossed. Rukna, who had been wriggling, suddenly burst into a short laugh.

“You brought the holy sword even after taking a bath?”

She thought Matian had hidden the holy sword inside his robe.

She could imagine how much Bisbee would hate this situation.

He would nag until her ears hurt, but look at that calm expression. He was truly an amazing man in many ways.

“I left the holy sword in another room.”

“Huh?”

“It becomes quite nagging when I’m with you, unlike its usual quietness.”

“Then did you bring another weapon?”

Rukna tilted her head.

Matian stared at Rukna like that for a moment, then turned his gaze to the side. For some reason, his ears were flushed red.

“I didn’t bring anything.”

“That’s strange, then this is…”

Rukna couldn’t finish her words because her vision suddenly spun.

Before she knew it, Matian had regained his position and Rukna, who was pinned under him, had her hands clasped together as if in prayer and placed on her chest.

Matian lowered his head like that. And before touching Rukna, he slightly turned his head to allow her to breathe.

Sloppy sounds resounded in the suddenly quiet room for a long time.

Rukna’s lips, which had become swollen from his nibbling, took a deep breath in the gap he briefly gave her.

“You can’t back out now, Rukna.”

Matian looked down at Rukna, their foreheads pressed together.

“You should also be prepared. I won’t let you go even if you beg.”

This time, Rukna was the one who clashed her lips first.

The act she had chosen in order to live felt like it would kill her in a different sense.

At first, Matian had lost reason and ran wild as he pleased. It happened because Rukna, who was in a rush, said it was okay and accepted all of him.

But from the second time, it was different.

He was a diligent model student even in bed.

He wasn’t shy about asking questions, and never forgot once taught.

He was especially good at observing, clashing with her while uncannily noticing her true intentions even when her mouth and body acted separately.

“I can’t do it anymore, ugh.”

“That’s strange. Where did the woman who said she wouldn’t let go even if I begged go?”

“……”

“You’ll be able to do well enough, Rukna.”

He kindly soothed his woman, but didn’t slow down his pace.

When she struggled too much, he would briefly stop to give her a chance to breathe.

By entrusting her body to his gentle lead, she could discover herself doing things she thought impossible.

Rukna thought all of this was due to the drug. Otherwise, there was no way she would reveal her embarrassing inner thoughts to him like now.

Until the moon rose and dawn arrived, Matian politely chewed and swallowed all of her.

He even joked that since he had drunk up all the Priestess’s holy energy, wouldn’t even the demon’s fragment be purified?

“My body is probably at its most devout moment right now, Rukna.”

Matian spoke of devotion while continuing the lewd acts.

And his appearance of smiling with his eyes resembled a demon tempting humans.

When Rukna burst into tears for the third time, the reddish daybreak blurred as it spread across her tears.

That was the last sight before Rukna fainted.

“Your Eminence, a letter has arrived for Priestess Rukna.”

Chief Priest Jerome held out the letter to the Deputy Priest who was busy moving.

The Deputy Priest read it quickly while walking. His hurried steps abruptly stopped.

Jerome, who had been following behind, bumped his face into his back and made a fuss.

“Aack! What if you suddenly stop like that? My handsome nose bridge almost broke.”

“Priestess Rukna is asking me to come to the Wiegratz estate. And where do you have a nose bridge to break? If it was me, sure.”

The Deputy Priest indirectly boasted about his beauty while reprimanding Jerome.

“I wonder if it didn’t go well after Young Master Matian took her saying he would take responsibility for treating her?”

“Hmm.”

The Deputy Priest tilted his head. As his silver hair slanted to one side following the nod, his sacred beauty shone even more brilliantly.

It wasn’t a fasting prayer week, so his face had gained some flesh, but even that was quite charming.

“It would be fun to go and tease the young master in person.”

“Tease? That Matian Wiegratz?”

“Although he looks like a grown man on the outside, his insides are still a kid. So teasing him is quite enjoyable.”

“Your Eminence, you should use pretty words.”

“Ki~d?”

The Deputy Priest recited that word as if singing a hymn.

Jerome quickly surveyed the surroundings while holding his forehead. He wanted to drink an herbal tea that was good for headaches right away.

“But I don’t want to get kicked out, so I won’t go.”

The Deputy Priest handed the letter he was holding back to Jerome.

He alternately looked at the returned letter and the Deputy Priest’s face with an uncomprehending expression.

“Who would dare kick out the Deputy Priest? Even the Emperor can’t act recklessly against Your Eminence.”

“A man blinded by love does not fear even God. Much less would he leave alone a rival coveting his woman?”

The Deputy Priest put a small piece of chocolate in his mouth and walked forward again.

“A rival?”

Jerome followed behind him and asked back.

“Well, there are things like that. I was thinking of retiring and farming, but it seems the timing will be pushed back a bit.”