“More than anything, the night makes you dream, doesn’t it?”
The saint was a more interesting person than expected.
How could one not be intrigued when the saint, who should have been denouncing the negative aspects of darkness, was instead advocating it?
Veiled in armor, still pretending to be a knight, he was listening to her words.
“The temple is all bright, a place where it’s hard to even dream or imagine. It always stands out. That’s why I came here.”
She exhaled a sighlike breath and smiled.
“I thought that coming here… I might learn how to dream, how to want something.”
“Do you mean, how to desire?”
Her cheeks reddened at the more direct words.
The method of desire. Veiled, in the end, laughed.
A demon does not suppress desire. So, hasn’t she come to the right place?
“To do that,”
Then Beril’s words continued.
“I must first peel away the misunderstanding that was inadvertently imposed on me here.”
“A misunderstanding?”
The saint said brazenly in response to his words.
“The misunderstanding that this place is a demon family.”
Not a conviction? Veiled’s smile deepened.
“But it wouldn’t be a bad choice as a Vain.”
To be driven as a demon? Veiled tilted his head slightly. To him, Beril said in a clear voice.
“I am someone who can point out a demon, but at the same time, I can prove most certainly that I am not a demon.”
At that, Veiled narrowed his eyes. It was a fitting statement.
“But I’m still not used to it, the time is confusing, so if it’s not yet an inconvenient time.”
She tilted her head slightly and asked.
“Do you wish to meet my husbandtobe? Has he returned?”
The return was long ago. No, he had been with you.
“Of course.”
Veiled said, smiling.
“Will you show me the way?”
As she asked so lightly, Veiled lowered his head.
“I think the guidance will be fine.”
And he took one step closer to her.
“……!”
His eyes met the wideeyed saint’s. Without using ability, he could see his reflection in her brown pupils.
That was strangely fascinating. That her anything, her insides, would be filled with me.
Unable to take his eyes off that, he took one more step closer.
It was no longer a distance a knight and lady should maintain. Was it because they were close, or because the saint seemed startled, he took one more step toward her.
It was now the distance between a man and a woman.
“Sir?”
Her small voice resonated from his chest. Veiled leaned toward her, her back against a pillar, his eyes fixed on hers.
“That’s me.”
“!”
Was she extremely surprised? Her face created ripples, and Veiled found it quite enjoyable.
“Should I call you Saint Beril, or just Beril, or even.”
He asked in a low voice.
“Is it a little early to call you my wife?”
“Tha―”
For a moment she seemed to lose her words, but Beril’s fingertips tightly gripped his coat. He even saw her face flushed beneath the light.
“Please call me Beril.”
Her answer was small but clear.
Not Saint Beril, but just Beril.
Veiled liked that answer. There seemed to be no intention of being treated as a saint.
That made him more curious. Whether she came to become a real wife instead of a saint.
So, why was she adamantly refusing to be treated as a saint?
His eyes sparkled.
“Yes, Beril. My name is.”
You must know.
“Veiled von Vain.”
It was a first meeting that wasn’t a first meeting.
(This is a time divider.)
The man who had followed her from the carriage as a knight was really Veiled von Vain, the Duke of Vain?
Beril felt as if she had been ambushed.
She thought she was the only one who had resolved to observe, but had Veiled been thinking the same thing?
But it was only natural.
From the demons’ point of view, a lifelong enemy like a saint was coming, so of course, they wouldn’t not scout.
Yet, on the other hand, she felt a little more relaxed.
This man was not as wild as she had thought.
Veiled von Vain.
Known among humans as the Duke of Vain, he was a ‘Guardian of the World’s End,’ but the problem was that he was a demon.
The demons known to the world are utterly wicked, chasing only pleasure and delighting in trampling mercilessly on human emotions.
It was hard to guess what kind of person Vain’s Belled was, who had an entirely different reputation.
Especially, there was a concern that he might not behave brutally once they arrived at his land.
……Just as the lords of Yuvarna Orobas had done in their previous lives.
But this time was different. As if they were demons and this person was human, it was different.
“You came to find me as soon as you arrived.”
Then Belled said. Saint Beril’s thoughts came to a halt.
Under the bright lighting, the eyes of the two met.
Deep green eyes. Though clearly green, they felt as black as an abyss as you looked into them.
With those eyes, Beril spoke.
“……I didn’t expect to meet the Duke like this.”
At those words, Belled smiled.
“I didn’t expect that Beril would want to see me first.”
His eyes narrowed.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
