The Saint could have easily labeled herself as a demon. Just from what he’d seen so far, it was enough.

Moreover, wasn’t the Saint the only being capable of sensing demonic energy?

So, the possibility of deploying troops on her word alone was high, even if concrete evidence was lacking in the temple.

Yet…

“What could it be?”

Do you really stay here to learn about desire?

Or was last night tempting for you as well?

Beleth’s lips formed a sly curve. Had I managed to draw out your desire?

The Saint, who knew the answer from the start, had been feigning ignorance, despite hearing hints about his true identity.

Was she a Saint who rejected gods? No, that wasn’t the case. She had shown an immediate reaction to a few words of blasphemy.

“…For now, forward the message to the temple exactly as is.”

Now he was genuinely curious. What was Beril thinking?

To find out, he had to let things proceed according to her plan. So, he handed the message back to Helbas.

“Yes.”

“And.”

Beleth’s words were not yet finished. He smiled.

“If the Saint writes another letter of this sort, send the signal immediately.”

“Understood.”

Helbas bowed his head.

Beril wouldn’t write such a letter publicly, but he was confident that Helbas could give the signal on time.

Because Helbas had the ability to transform anew.

–Whoosh!

Brown feathers flew up before him again, and the adorable brown bird took off, carrying the message tied to its leg.

The message would be successfully delivered. The temple would respond, and Helbas, with his unique ability to perfectly transform, would be the one to bring it.

If Beril were to look for the return message, she would find Helbas again.

She wouldn’t be able to write the letter in front of her maids, so she would finish a simple note in front of the bird. How would you react if we met then?

“If you won’t easily reveal your thoughts, I’ll have to shake them loose.”

The more flustered a person, the more likely they are to reveal their thoughts. He intended to figure out Beril’s thoughts that way.

The moment he thought this, he realized something crucial.

He was desperately seeking an answer.

He was parched to know what Beril was thinking.

Whether she was considering leaving, or whether she could be by his side. If she even had such a thought.

Speak up already.

Strength surged into his hands. To be this enthralled in just one night was madness. Oddly enough, all his focus was on her.
The second night couldn’t come fast enough.

Then it happened.

“Urgent news, Your Majesty!”

A hasty report came in.

And the content of the report made him furrow his brows.

Beril naturally knew that Vainka’s atmosphere was different from that of ordinary households.

Especially the blind devotion of the Vain, who would easily sacrifice their lives if it was an order from above, was enough to make her feel alienated.

Demons are said to be obsessed with power and desire, so perhaps hierarchical relationships are determined by strength.

Then what meaning would weak humans have to them? Moreover, she was a saint who had come to vanquish demons.

But on the other hand, she was also the wife of Beleth, who ruled over the demons.

How would they treat me?

Beril had been troubled by this worry since morning. They might ignore her, thinking she was a powerless mistress.

If not, she had considered all sorts of terrible imaginings, but the demons’ reactions were quite different from her thoughts.

“You have arrived, ma’am.”

The servants, unusually polite since morning, greeted her courteously. Not only that, as was customary for the mistress of a household, the butler Ronobe introduced the servants.

“…These are the knights and maids who will be responsible for your escort, ma’am. In Vain, maids also possess a certain level of combat ability, so if there is anything inconvenient, please entrust it to them.”

She decided not to ask what kind of inconvenience would require combat ability.

The servants Ronobe introduced were mostly familiar demons.

Especially Decarabia, who had accompanied her to the wedding venue, and Naberus, who claimed to be an escort knight, had faces she recognized.

“We will serve you with all our sincerity.”

Naberus spoke in a rigid voice. Beril realized it in that moment.

He was dissatisfied with this greeting. He probably didn’t want to serve a human.

But seeing that he obeyed Ronobe’s command, it was clear that he was a lower-ranking demon than Ronobe.

“Understood. I look forward to working with you.”

At her nod, all the demons bowed their heads in unison. At the forefront was Ronobe.

At least Ronobe clearly had no physiological aversion to the situation of ‘having to serve a human.’

Demons seemed to have a wide range of thoughts…

“What about Beleth?”

Since demons are absolutely obedient to commands, his thoughts would have been the most important. But then.

“He has left for a moment due to an urgent report.”

“Urgent report?”

Could something have happened? As all sorts of thoughts crowded her mind, Ronobe spoke.