episode_0051

Lately, Yuriya has been burdened with annoying tasks.

Because, the ghouls who originally shouldn’t have intelligence. As the shaman’s status rose, one or two of them began to develop intelligence, and by the end, their intelligence had risen to the point where they could communicate.

“At first, it was fine with the personal knight…”

-“Yes? Who is our original master… Of course, it’s you, Lady Yuriya.”

-“…Have you completely forgotten about your original master? I am definitely the enemy who killed you.”

-“I vaguely remember that time, but I don’t think of myself as an enemy at all. Rather foolishly, I regret not being able to serve under such a great lord. I am satisfied in this position.”

-“…Hmph, should I report to Lord Ian about this?”

There were more than just these guys.

From the personal knights to the highest-ranking demons, even the upper-level demons are capable of simple communication. Sure, conversation? Great. It makes giving specific orders easier. But.

-“…My lady, there are other insects around that man. What will you do?”

-“My lady!! My lady!!!! That man Ian is engaging in reproductive activities in the study!!!”

-“My lady!!!!!!!! My lady!!!!!!!!! That nobleman Ian is meeting only with…!”

They report Ian’s every move “directly” without fail.

And it’s not just one.

My lady, my lady, my lady, my lady, four or five people repeat the same report.

Even though they already keep an eye on everything about Brite, Ian, his study, the clothes he wears, predicting his movements through the corridors.

But as they keep whispering detailed information that I don’t want to know, my patience reaches its limit.

I don’t want to hear about my master’s preferences or which parts of his body they touch.

I’ve put them to sleep primarily by command, but…

“Just the two of them… even inside the study… hehe.”

The problem here is.

He’s acting as if nothing happened.

In fact, I already knew this information.

But he doesn’t tell himself.

Why is he hiding it?

I’m curious.

The reason was easily deduced.

Is he planning to do something he shouldn’t, even if he gets caught by himself?

It’s possible.

Because he was spending intimate time with his second lover, who is now called “mother.”

They were holding each other tightly.

The best embrace is right here, so why would he engage in such behavior while hiding?

“…”

A chilly atmosphere filled the room.

….

“…Rachel, are you feeling very tired?”

“No. Just for a moment… I just feel a little weak.”

Looking at Rachel leaning on me with vacant eyes, it seems she hasn’t completely recovered from the aftereffects.

The imprint of prolonged exposure to magic.

Of course, it didn’t endanger her life, but occasionally she would lose strength and stumble down the stairs or get seriously hurt.

…Well, it could be an act. Why do I think it’s worth it even if this happens to me?

But at that moment, the front door opened with a creak.

Meeting those two ruby-colored eyes shining like jewels.

I was about to stand up, pulling Rachel tightly into my arms.

“…I came to see you, not to make excuses or anything like that.”

Yuria said, drawing numerous relatives around her into her shadow with an overwhelming presence.

It gave me chills to see them all nonchalantly hiding their ‘perfect’ demeanor.

Then, the eerie atmosphere surrounding Yuria seemed to split the environment around her.

Although she didn’t actually use magic to influence her surroundings, I constantly felt like she could do so with just one breath.

Trembling white hands.

A nonchalant detachment of the door latch.

Simultaneously, she crumpled the metal object into a coin shape in her palm.

She unclenched her fist and let it fall with a thud.

“I tried to be patient after our first meeting…”

And,

If that touches any part of my body, it will crumple just the same.

“It will burst,” I guess.

Yuria seemed to be suppressing the emotions surging up as she breathed heavily.

“Please hug me first.”

With that voice, a window appeared.

[????? The affection level of the final boss (Yuria) is changing rapidly. Affection –> Obsession (Temporary)]

[????? Depending on the current choice, the (Obsession) debuff state of the target may change to (Permanent)!]

[????? As Yuria’s emotional curve intensifies, the probability of permanent change increases. ]

“…”

…

Like a bolt from the blue in a dry sky, you know?

I’m exactly in that kind of situation right now.

It’s definitely a low probability, almost close to zero.

Do I have a lightning rod or something? It keeps pouring down without stopping.

Even now.

A sharp exchange of glances like drawn swords.

One side is a warning of “it’s my turn now.”

The other side is a stance of “it was mine from the beginning.”

If it were the original Yuria.

“It seems you’re avoiding the issue with the wind,” would have been the end of it.

She would have torn the other woman apart limb from limb and fed the remains to her subordinates.

At the very least, she would have made them run for their lives from head to toe.

“…”

That opponent.

A blood relation.

Moreover, mother and son.

If the beloved Ian mourns his mother’s death… wouldn’t that make her seem like a villain doing something bad?

Is it strange to feel guilty in a place like this?

The option to ‘eliminate’ someone ‘precious’ to him, it’s like.

Taking away someone who was precious in childhood so casually. It overlaps with someone like that.

She has never directly harmed anyone.

She only applied a slight threat.

The fact that the goddess of jealousy, Yuria, has succumbed to this extent also explains how deeply she has fallen for the man named Ian.

-“May I ask who the gentleman you desire is?”

-“Perfect. No further explanation is necessary.”

“…Hm, so other mosquitoes might get entangled as well. However, I’m not sure if I should bring it up… Just like the last promise, when observing the saint’s case, that Ian person always seemed to target only the weakest points, like a skilled hunter targeting only the vulnerable parts. As if predicting such events and trying to make them all his own… with such sharp skill.”

“………”

“In that respect, he seems perfect.”

Useless.

Really, this kind of thing is quite irritating.

The saint, Rachel, now another one is added?

Moreover, it’s been exactly three days since we met the knight commander.

That cold and stern knight commander, just looking at him, in a matter of a few hours, turns into a clueless country girl, making her favor him.

Even during the time of the saint,

J-cup girl, K-cup girl. It’s not about making them his own based on their chest size. Just once he blinked, and they were clinging to him, or making plans together.

How many days for the saint? Right. Let’s say it took several weeks for her to completely collapse.

Cecilia, I thought she was a more resolute woman.

In just three days… no, a day… no, not even an hour, she couldn’t hold out and collapsed.

In a complete mess.

And on top of that, making plans without stopping…

“I, I… what is this?”

She hasn’t even gone on a trip with him yet.

Let alone lightly flirted…!!

In fact, since the increase in mosquitoes called saints, Yuria had been constantly monitoring Ian’s every move whenever she had time, and even created the duty of recording those moments by her attendants.

From the moment he opened his eyes, whom he met, how he got out of bed, which bed, which blanket, even the food entering his mouth, any different walking or behavior, showing kindness to someone, or giving even a second longer glance to a woman, which gender made him smile, not a single thing passed by without being perfectly recorded, just like him.

Yeah.

The act of a superior male spreading his seed to a female is good.

Because Ian had said that he used to have frequent relationships with other maids in the past.

However.

All the women who came after him.

Had eyes full of ‘deeply in love’ gaze.

It was not just emotions for ‘purpose’ driven by other political gains or personal reasons,

It was a gaze that was ready to make ‘dedicated’ actions like himself, without hesitation or reservation.

Intense emotions.

Sometimes, even when I check if today’s surveillance matches perfectly for 24 hours.

…Just the two of us.

You could have come to order my clothes.

Or, is it because my chest size is small…?

Is it because I lack beauty and grace?

If the emotional line fluctuates this much, and if Ian continues to see it, a world of imagination that could scream unfolded.

A gloomy gaze.

Endless darkness was instantly sucked into the crimson pupils.

Perhaps.

Even if Ian makes me have a child,

And continues to share deep love with another woman.

And if I am forgotten in the end.

If his relationship with another woman deepens more.

“…”

Pathetic…

Even that night, he disappointed me. And he didn’t fill it up enough.

He may be looking for another way to resolve it.

-“…But my lord, if, if, but if the heir comes from someone else’s womb, what will you do?”

-“First, I will kill everything except Ian.”

-“Then, what about Ian…”

-“I haven’t properly thought that far yet… First, I will cut off both arms and legs so that he cannot leave the underground chamber, and I will only remove the blindfold when I allow it. And… And… Yes, after I become pregnant, I will let him hear the child’s voice every day…”

-“…Even demons don’t go that far.”

-“I only spoke a few lines about spending time alone forever. You are demons… Ah, so you know.”

-“…”

“There, causing me this pain and suffering and just dying like that… It’s a bigger problem, and such an empty and easy ending.”

“…Master? Your eyes,”

“At least until you heal all of my wounds, you won’t be able to die comfortably.”

The demon, feeling Yuriel’s aura shaking more seriously than usual, stealthily stepped back.

The one-sided, sincere love of the lord, Ian, who had no hint of mercy…

Receiving the favor of such a great and noble person on his own body, yet not speaking of it in front of other gnats, is a disgrace that should warrant death a thousand times over, but the demon did not voice it. Right now, he was screaming from every pore that he wanted to kill anyone starting from Yuriel’s aura.

However,

This time, it’s a little different.

That person.

It seems he shouldn’t add any more gnats now.

…In the end, except for one man in front of her, the men inside the mansion were nothing more than mice that could only ‘save’.”