“I mean between the two.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Decarabia stood with his arms crossed, as if certain.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The two seemed to be on the same page. Naberus, who still hadn’t fully grasped the situation, dumbfoundedly asked,

“About what?”

At that, Decarabia, seemingly frustrated, opened his mouth.

“I asked Stolas.”

“What?”

“About what?”
Ronove wore a surprised expression, while Naberus continued to look clueless as he turned to look at her.

Decarabia dropped the bomb on them.

“She likes you.”

Upon hearing this, Ronove’s mouth hung open as if his jaw would hit the floor.

And Naberus understood those words about three beats too late.

Really? Since when? No, how, why? What else? Where?

Muttering pointlessly about the five W’s and one H he’d heard in the human world, Naberus’s thoughts became tangled like a ball of yarn.

He then asked whether he should leave the mansion in that state.

“What????”

Decarabia hurriedly had to cover his mouth.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen it up close.”

After Naberus had left,

Beril was looking at the magical liquor he had brought.

“A detailed report will follow later.”

Beleled spoke, scrutinizing her more than the magical liquor itself.
As far as he knew, the magical liquor had adverse effects on humans. Just touching it with even moderate desires could reportedly drive one mad.

However, Beril was in harmony with the magical liquor. Perhaps it was because she had been suppressing a great deal of desires.

Considering what she had wished for in her past two lives, it would make sense for her to still have strong desires that would react to the magical liquor.

“In a previous life, the magical liquor was causing anomalies in the southern river basin of Yuvar.”

Beleled’s thoughts came to a halt. Beril spoke with a cautious expression.

“The Duke of Yuvar knew about the anomalies and did nothing, saying it must be the commoners’ misunderstanding.”

And that served as evidence among the clergy in the previous life that “Yuvar condoned the actions of the demons.”

The same could happen in this life.
Though the magical liquor was retrieved from Bain, the many subjects of Yuvar would undoubtedly remember the anomalies that the Duke of Yuvar had ignored.

“Will you inform the temple about bringing the magical liquor?”

If so, Yuvar would immediately come under suspicion of being a demon.

The question may arise as to why Beril, a saintess, chose Bain over the demonic Yuvar, but her divine trust had initially been, ‘the saintess will lead you to where demons are,’ so it was enough for her to say that she chose the most optimal location for finding demons.

However, Beril shook her head.

“The public designation of demons will be on the day of the opening ceremony.”

At Beril’s words, Beleled narrowed his eyes. It was a matter only discussed within the temple, so there was no way he could know the reason.

However, he quickly deduced the reason.

“To prevent the demons from fleeing, among other things.”
He narrowed his eyes.

“Since the ultimate goal for demons is to hide within the human realm without being designated as demons, there would be an assumption that they’ll pretend to be humans until the day of the opening ceremony…”

A trace of discomfort flashed across his face before disappearing, replaced by a faint smile.

“If the saintess had no option to open the gates of hell together, then that certainly would have been the best course.”

Beril unknowingly smiled at his words. Their eyes met. Beleled slightly bowed his head to her, a gesture of gratitude.

Beril smiled faintly once again.

“So what do you plan to do with the magical liquor?”

Beleled pointed at the magical liquor. To avoid suspicion, the liquor had to be placed in the temple.

Even if the public designation of demons is postponed until the day of the opening ceremony, at least the temple, which firmly believes the saintess is their ally, should appear cooperative.
“If I bring it to the temple, they’ll certainly trust me. Yubar will become a demonic family that ignored such a magical object. However…”

Then the magical power emanating from the magical liquor would become inaccessible to the demons of Bain.

Beril’s eyes sparkled. In that case, she had to find a way to achieve both goals.

And she felt like she knew the answer.

“The clergy do not want to take risks. Especially if it has anything to do with dealing with demons.”

It was evident even without recalling past life memories, whether by advancing the schedule of the Mass or arbitrarily omitting the reception at weddings.

So.

“I will volunteer to manage this ‘dangerous object that can summon demons.'”

Upon hearing this, Beleled’s eyes widened.