The spirit of Johann next to me was not ordinary. Johann silently looked at the priest with red eyes.

The priest concluded awkwardly as he looked at Johann.

“Anyway, I wanted to say that… the Holy Lady needs rest.”

Johann, who was sitting with his legs gracefully crossed, tilted his head towards the priest.

“Why, keep talking?”

“Ah, no. I, as an assistant priest, am concerned about the Holy Lady.”

Johann twisted his mouth arrogantly.

“Keep babbling, if you’re confident.”

The priest’s face turned pale.

‘I thought he didn’t know about Priest Berto’s work.’

But from his reaction, he seemed to know well enough.

‘And yet he acted like that.’

I was rather surprised by that fact. At that moment, Stella intervened.

“I would like to congratulate the two of you on your future, as my lady asked.”

Stella brought her hands together as if in prayer.

“I hope happiness continues for both of you.”

The moment Stella lowered her frail, long eyelashes, Johann turned his head to look at me.

His intense red eyes captured me.

His gaze held heat, and it swept over my lips as if craving them.

Then, my hand started to sweat with tension. Johann smiled and grabbed the back of my neck tightly.

Johann’s handsome face drew near.

“Just bear with it a little.”

Everything continued naturally in the blink of an eye.

Johann’s firm thumb sensually stroked my jawline, adjusting the angle of my face.

At the moment I saw a smile bloom at the corner of his mouth,

His lips covered mine.

‘Like, like this…….’

Something soft invaded between my slightly parted lips.

A sensation I had never imagined. Johann’s breath made my face hot.

What Johann brought into my mouth stirred me thickly, stroking a place I didn’t even realize, as if aflame.

A strange feeling spread throughout my body.

Even my toes tensed unknowingly. I grabbed Johann’s shoulders in surprise.

Johann gave a soft laugh, coloring from the outside to the deeper inside as if it was his. It went fast, then slow, making me more affectionate.

It seemed the same for Johann.

Johann gripped the back of my head tightly, devouring my breath vigorously. As I felt faint, the hands on his shoulders kept slipping.

“Jo, Jo…hann.”

Thinking I was trying to push him away, Johann held me tighter and indulged.

A dizzying, urgent sensation.

His soft lips skillfully moved, controlling all my senses.

Johann stole all my breath, then teasingly breathed into me. Johann’s presence dominated me.

I tingled down to my toes, and my mind went blank.

I even forgot what I was going to say.

I leaned on Johann’s shoulders, languishing in the sensation he offered, and stared at him blankly.
I didn’t realize how much time had passed. He pulled away from my lips, fixed my disheveled hair, and touched my lips with his thumb.

“You need to breathe.”

Only then did I realize I had not been breathing.

He chuckled, holding me clumsily as I began to breathe, like he found it adorable.

My heart still hadn’t calmed down.

Was Johann alright?

‘Only me like this…….’

I asked, hiding my face in his chest so Stella wouldn’t hear.

“……Why the sudden kiss?”

“You’re precious to me, so I had to do this much.”

Johann whispered sweetly.

“It’s like a real wedding.”

Johann’s deep voice penetrated my hazy mind.

Thump, my heart dropped. The tips of my fingers that embraced his broad back trembled.

“That’s right. It’s like a real wedding.”

I looked up at Johann.

Johann seemed unfazed by the kiss just now. He was so different from me, still panting and flushed.

I felt strangely oppressed.

‘But Johann, they say the more fake a person is, the more they cling to the real.’

You and I are becoming real…….

‘Is it because this is fake?’

As I tried to look at Stella, pretending to laugh and feeling embarrassed[—]

Stella staggered out without a chance to look at her face. The last thing I saw was her flying golden hair.

Bang!

The doors to the banquet hall closed with the sound of the wind.

“Sa, Saint[—]!”

The remaining priest looked at us with a shocked face.

(This is a time separator.)

The Saint hurried back to the temple.

“The Saintess wasn’t feeling well, so she returned to the temple.”

“Did she use more of her divine power than usual?”

The priests looked more withered as they worried about Stella.

Stella leaned her head on another priest’s shoulder, her eyes halfclosed.

“I’m fine, I was just more startled by the unexpected situation.”

The priests nodded.

“It was too much for the pure and innocent Saintess to see, especially with the Duke of Blanchett there as well[—]”

“Of course, they do share a vow’s kiss in front of the priests…….“

“Tsk! Even so, in front of our innocent and pure Saintess!”

The priest tried to comfort the surprised Saintess.

“Perhaps they didn’t know the propriety, not having a wedding ceremony. Please understand, Saintess.”

Then Stella opened her eyes wide innocently.

“You didn’t have a wedding ceremony?”

“Yes. We were legally married, but we did not have a wedding.”