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Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (5) – unedited

One doubt flew in with tens of thousands of imaginations.

“Ugh…….”

I shook my head violently when the assumption that I reached was that ‘the Saint must have done this to screw with me’. No. There is no solid evidence, so there is no need to try hard to look at people in a bad light.

First of all, this is a book, and in the book that I read, the Saint was not the kind of person who would do such a thing at all. Indeed, the original story would be destroyed. No. No.

“Maybe a scheming mastermind somewhere I don’t know is bothering the Saint.”

As I was putting my thoughts together, another concern entered.

“… she saw Merson working here.”

It was possible because it was ‘Merson’, and I would have never imagined that the ‘Demon King’ would do such a thing. If a situation emerges that Merson will be revealed to be the Demon King because of the Saint who yells ‘Why are you here?’, my head seems to explode in bursts!

“AHH! Nothing is working out!”

After all, even a smart person can be hit by a lie. I jumped up, thinking that I should go to the hall and fetch Merson for a while.

However, before I even leave, the door to the warehouse opens. I thought Uncle Grick had already arrived, but the appearance was not him. It was someone I know very well…….

“Merson, how did you get here?”

“Chenin was not in the hall.”

He closes the door to the warehouse and walks to me quickly, then lowers his head and kisses me. Everytime he gets a chance…… !

“No, how did you get here?”

“I can tell right away where Erina is.”

Come to think of it, yesterday too, he knew exactly when I was in danger and came to me. No way, you!

“What have you planted in my body?”

I scanned my body, arms, legs, and stomach with my hands, but there was nothing suspicious about it. Merson smiled wide.

“Well.”

“Don’t change the subject. Oh right! Did you meet the Saint?”

“Yes.”

“You, you met?! What did she say?”

Hiccup–

It was obvious, but when I heard it, I was still surprised. A hiccup came out of nowhere.

“Why am I here?”

“And?”

“…….”

“And what did you say?”

Aside from my nervous mind, Merson seems infinitely casual. Yes, it’s good not to know. I waved Merson’s arm to urge him, and he barely opened his mouth.

“I said I’m not comfortable and just left.”

“You just left? Really?”

“Yes.”

I would be surprised, but it was an unexpected reaction. Is it because when she sees Merson’s face, she thinks of her brother and finds it hard?

I tried to give a good reasoning with all kinds of dramatic elements, but well… None of it makes sense.

“Erina, you work here. Aren’t you tired?”

Merson started stroking my hair that was tied up in a bundle, like a toy. Actually, it’s not just tiring.

“I’m very sore.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“It’s okay now. Just later at the inn.”

“I will do it now, and I will do it at the inn.”

Without time to stop him, Merson grabbed me and turned me around. No, you don’t have to… oh, that’s nice. Well, a little more to the right there.

It doesn’t actually hurt, but it was excellent to press on the shoulder enough to relieve it down moderately. But Merson’s hand, which was going back and forth between my shoulder and forearm, goes down more and more.

“Oh-ho, my chest is okay.”

Hyooo-, I could feel him exhaling a breath. Perhaps it was because I had tied my hair up, Merson’s breath reached my neck immediately, and my body trembled.

“Don’t get too close.”

“Why?”

“It gives me goosebumps. Ack!”

“Don’t want to.”

Merson lowered his head and began to chew my ear. Even if I tried to push him, he held on tight with more force and didn’t back down. Sometimes when he’s grumpy like this, I don’t have the strength to deal with it.

“Haaah… stop it.”

“I like Erina’s voice. Give me more.”

“Uuhht! What are you doing here?”

A tickling excitement began to bloom beneath my stomach as the hot, damp tongue slowly licked my entire ear. My head leans toward the ear Merson is biting, and my body trembles.

“It tickles.”

“I know.”

“If you know, st…….”

I was about to say, ‘Stop!’ but it slipped back into my mouth. It was because the warehouse door suddenly opened wide. We, who were boldly acting like that right behind the door, had no choice but to get seen.

“Kayle.”

I’m screwed. It’s the Saint.

At least… It would have been better if it was Uncle Grick, the chief attendant Guernia, or rather Count Abitz. Of all things, the Saint!

Embarrassment crossed her face. As if the incident caused her to pause for a while, she called out the Demon King’s name once and said nothing more.

Merson was still biting my ear as if he couldn’t understand the atmosphere. I tapped (a bit stronger) his stomach with my elbow and finally he backed away.

“Well, this is a misunderstanding… yes It’s a new massage technique. It stimulates the blood in the ears and makes the blood circulate in the body faster! It’s not what the Saint thinks.”

Damn, what crap.

The Saint had confessed to me just a day ago, saying, ‘I like the Demon King’. But after hearing that story, I am doing this now. How absurd it must be from her point of view.

When neither I nor the Saint could find anything to say (Merson has no idea), the Saint opened her mouth with difficulty. I saw a small twitch on her cheek. But she tries to smile as much as she can and nods her head.

“I got lost. Can you guide me back to the hall?”

She was actually talking to Merson. It was a mistake to think that ‘Merson would just be standing blankly again’. He trudged on himself and stood next to the Saint.

It was then that a real smile was drawn on the Saint’s face. A smile with a small sense of victory.

“Well then, goodbye.”