“…couldn’t replenish their magic through normal means, and if they couldn’t replenish their magic, they would eventually turn into demons.”
Without her even realizing it, Beril’s hand trembled as she held onto his hand. Her hand, covered by his large hand, swept over her body.

Spreading the entwined heat.

“Beyond the door and here, they block the way, calling it hell.”

“…!”

The words that seemed to scatter in pleasure penetrated her mind along with the word “hell.”

“Hell…”

“Yes.”

He lay behind Beril and, embracing her, whispered.
“Those who defy the will of the gods go to hell, and to avoid going there, they said to follow the will of the gods.”

Beril distinctly heard him chuckling.

“I said, ‘I’d rather go to hell than do that.'”

‘I’d rather go to hell.’

Beril suddenly recalled the thoughts she had had not long ago. It was somewhat similar.

“Ah…”

She turned her head slightly toward Belred once again.
“Then, is it true that you’ve been around since the founding of the Empire?”

In his strong embrace, it felt as if the heat wasn’t dissipating. Her body, which seemed to burn without the need for stoking, was melting languidly.

It felt somewhat languid as she let out a long breath.

“Yes, do you happen to feel distant?”

Belred tilted his head slightly and looked down at her.

“No matter how long I’ve existed, it’s like this.”
Like playing a piano, he touched her soft body with his fingertips, leaving traces, and then he smiled.

“Making your breath quicken and drawing out desire, the fact that it’s me doesn’t change.”

“No, actually…”

Beril shook her head. It wasn’t that she felt resistance or distance from him. If anything, she might have called it human.
However, she was scared of the desires within her, thoughts that might be deemed taboo by others.

“Why did you stop when you were about to say something?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Why, in a place where you can do anything you want, why…”

Even though you’re told to reveal all your desires. Are you still not accustomed to it?
His hand moved boldly down over Beril.

His hand, which had unraveled the disarray, encircled her lower abdomen.
Beril’s breath, trembling with a strange heat, became ragged.

Overcome by a sense of embarrassment, Beril unconsciously sealed her lips.

“Please speak,” Bellad’s laughter deepened. It was as if he was urging her to speak before intensifying the stimulation.
His fingertips gently pressed, creating a peculiar sensation.

His touch teased, as if offering increased stimulation, with his fingertips.

“……!”

“Will you speak, please?”

Confined within his firm embrace, demanding an answer strangely didn’t feel uncomfortable.

Rather, a sense of drowsiness started to creep in, and Beril found herself flustered by this.

“Come on.”

Bellad didn’t let her linger in such thoughts and encouraged her to speak. In the end, as Beril exhaled a pent-up breath, she whispered.
“I think Bellad will live longer than me.”

At those words, Bellad nodded.

“That’s true.”

“Then in your life, I might just be a passing figure, but to me—”

Beril’s words were met with a firm response from Bellad.

“That’s not true.”

As if he had heard something unpleasant. His lips met the top of her head.

“There was no one as stimulating as you, not for me.”

There was no one who could arouse such intense desire in me as you did.
He squinted his eyes, as if not wanting to belittle his own desires.

“…That’s not what I meant.”

Beril continued with her words.

“If that’s the case with you, then I, as long as I’m not different from you, can be with you until the end of my life.”

I won’t die alone, I thought.

Bellad’s movements paused briefly at her words.