Ah… I’m either hallucinating, dreaming, or dead and in heaven. It’s definitely one of the three.

    Glenn was convinced. He didn’t nod. It wasn’t a situation where he could act. However, if he didn’t convince himself in his heart, he couldn’t explain the current situation. Anyone would be like that.

    No, really. Think about it. How would you explain this situation? Huh?

    Glenn wanted to give a jolt to anyone who saw him like that.

    It was understandable. Because, no matter who saw it, there was no way they wouldn’t have accepted the fact that the saintess, as soon as the guild master left, would come up to them without hesitation, put her arms around their neck, bury her face in their arms, and lean against them.

    Because it is clear and obvious that there is no other way to understand the reality that Glenn is diligently enjoying, that sacred body, that soft skin, and that scent like a silver bell that tickles his nose. That is how it is.

    “Glen, I really missed you.”

    “Oh, that, me too, I really missed you. Milicia.”

    “Speak easy, Glenn. When you taught me, when you reached out to me, when you protected me. Like that.”

    The eyes of the saintess, who was looking up at me with her head buried in her lap, shone as if pleading. I was weak to this kind of approach. Glenn couldn’t win.

    “Oh, I got it. Militia.”

    “Um…yeah, that’s fine for now. Call me Millie.”

    “Huh? Oh, that, uh…mi, millie.”

    “Hoohoo, Glen…Glen…”

    As she said that, Milishia buried her face in Glenn’s arms again. It was a complicated mix of longing, longing, and, of course, shame.

    In fact, the saintess herself had already realized how rude and embarrassing this sudden action was. How absurd it was. However, her body moved on its own. The longing that had sunk deep into her bones due to Glenn’s inevitable absence for several days had arbitrarily controlled her actions.

    It was like entering the arms of the person he had missed, like a baby entering its mother’s arms. Glenn froze stiffly at her sudden action, but soon the stiffness left his body and he wrapped both arms around Milicia, who was in his arms.

    Like lovers who have been watching each other from afar and finally reaching each other. Like a handsome man and beautiful woman from a fairy tale, Glenn and Milicia felt an unbelievable sense of satisfaction and happiness.

    ‘Your smell. Your touch. Your kindness. It’s only been a few days, but I missed you so much.’

    And then, asking him to speak comfortably and calling him ‘Millie’, both of those requests were instinctive. And when Glenn unconsciously granted and met those requests, she finally came to her senses.

    Oh. What am I doing now? Did I ever have such an active side? Milicia felt both shock and shame at her own actions.

    You can’t see your own face, but clearly, your cheeks are lit up red like an apple.

    ‘Oh my, what should I do? I could never have imagined this. No, no, calm down. Calm down. Try to remember what happened two weeks ago. The afterglow from that time still lingers. Oh, the touch of the saintess. It’s not you. Think of it as a joke. Think of it as a joke. Don’t think bad thoughts!’

    While the saint was ashamed of her own actions, Glenn was struggling in a state of near-panic at the saint’s bold approach. He had been anxious about how he would act if they were to meet again, as he had not seen each other for the past two weeks and had missed each other.

    However, this time again, it was not she but the saint who carried out the impulsive action.

    I felt like I was going crazy. No, really, my mind was in a panic and I couldn’t think of anything. I had prepared some words to tell you about what had happened over the past two weeks, but I couldn’t say a single word.

    In fact, the string of reason that controlled him was on the verge of breaking at any moment. It would not have been strange if steam had come out of his head. There were only two things that held his reason together.

    The topic was the travel after the inauguration ceremony, and the presence of Deacon Douglas, who would soon return to announce lunch.

    So, with his mind still in control, he was able to barely move his lips and speak to the saint in his arms.

    “That, Millie…is it really okay? Going on a trip with me…I mean, I’ve got a companion, but this is…”

    “Yes, it’s okay.”

    “Ah, but…this trip, according to you and the guild master, is a trip to stop the Demon King’s resurrection. Even though I’m a high-level adventurer, is that okay for me?”

    “That’s a given, Glenn. You’re the only person I can trust with my life right now, not because you’re the strongest high-level adventurer in this country, but because you saved me when I was having a hard time and feeling hopeless. You’ll be by my side on my future journey, just like you are now.”

    “Mi, Millie…”

    Woo, woo. Glenn, whose heart felt like it had burst, nodded his head without realizing it at her confident and bright smile.

    Oh. What was I trying to say? What was I trying to talk about? But, right now, none of that mattered.

    The saint’s face came closer. He also slowly brought Milicia, whom he was holding with both hands, closer.

    The two lips were on the verge of overlapping.

    “Your Majesty, the supper is ready. Would you like to eat now?”

    With a light sound of footsteps, Butler Douglas called out onto the terrace.

    With that, at almost the speed of light, the saintess fell away and returned to her seat, still with a red face, calmly lifting the teacup to her lips.

    Glenn, too, abandoned his ridiculous posture from earlier and bowed his head slightly in a neat posture. As soon as the two people with excellent judgment came to their senses, it was as if nothing had happened.

    “Thank you, Douglas. Glenn, it’s been a while since we had dinner together, enjoy it.”

    “Yes. Willingly. Militia.”

    They shared a smile as if nothing had happened. It was a comfortable smile. It was quite natural, even though it was forced. However, inside, they were adding shame to their regret. The fact that it didn’t show at all on the outside was thanks to the considerable social skills of the two experienced and capable people.

    ‘I almost touched Glenn’s lips…’

    ‘I’m crazy, I’m crazy! I’m skipping steps again, just getting carried away by the atmosphere. Glenn, you idiot! You haven’t confessed and you haven’t been confessed to yet! Oh my, you burn!’

    However, the feelings they had in their hearts could be expressed a little differently. The two left the terrace and headed to the mansion’s dining room. Cautiously, conversations about the past spilled out, and the two shared a modest laugh.

    Lunch was Douglas’s speciality dish. It was an elegant lunch with wine, and everything went smoothly.

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    “Then, Milishia… no, Millie. See you tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, Glenn… tomorrow, for sure…”

    They looked at each other vaguely, their voices trailing off, and then turned around. The warmth from their hands that they held until the end still lingered.

    Only when the time that was like a dreamer’s experience was ending did Glenn feel a sense of reality and regret.

    Ah, it was beautiful. Up close, so close, the face of the saint. White skin, unblemished purity. And even the expression of the saint, which felt pure and sorrowful. Everything was like a work of art, and Glenn seemed to be almost the only one who could see that expression up close and hold it in his hands.

    No, it was true. In this world, if anyone ever saw such an expression, it was almost certain that it was him. Even if he was the luckiest person in history, he had nothing to say.

    ‘But that’s why I regret it.’

    In the end, lunch went smoothly. All the important stories that needed to be told were shared. In particular, unlike the guild master who left strange comments about the warrior, Milicia explained in detail. And the face she was explaining was filled with bitterness.

    ‘Glenn, I also know that it is natural that you should join this plan. However, I have heard that it is difficult to contact the warriors staying in the Northern Kingdom and have them join this plan. It is probably due to political issues between the Southern and Northern Kingdoms. If they find out that this is a plan that requires you, they will definitely hold you back so that you cannot easily escape the Northern Kingdom.’

    ‘But why? Why does the Northern Kingdom have a warrior…’

    ‘Perhaps… it may be because, back when you weren’t around, the Northern Kingdom had to endure the Demon King’s army’s fierce attacks almost on your own. Unlike our homeland where you took the lead and defeated the Demon King’s men, you alone. That may be why you’re so obsessed with you. And you’re staying at Mirbius Academy. That’s for sure… no, I shouldn’t tell you about this story… until I arrive at the Northern Kingdom and check.’

    There must be some hidden, complicated reason behind it. Glenn was convinced after hearing the saintess’s explanation.

    He also knows that the Northern Kingdom suffered much greater damage than the Southern Kingdom in the last war. So, having the best warriors capable of defeating monsters there means that they have a strong national defense force.

    In particular, its presence will shine even brighter when the Demon Lord is resurrected.

    ‘That’s true, but… oh, I should have been more honest.’

    Glenn, however, could not shake off his regret. Most importantly, he could not convey his feelings. A bit of clumsiness and restraint prevented him from doing so.

    The advice he received from Grace the other day was what caught him like a sledgehammer. Well, given the circumstances, there was nothing he could do. He had an eye (Douglas) to see, so how could he dare do something like that?

    ‘Oh, come to think of it… I didn’t even mention that my little sister came to visit. What’s going on today? I’ve really lost my mind. I just lost my mind after seeing you for the first time in two weeks… Well, I guess it won’t be a problem if I tell you about my little sister later, though…’

    Glenn, somehow convinced, let out a sigh of regret and headed to the guild. It was still midday, but it wasn’t particularly hot. Nevertheless, Glenn felt drenched in sweat because of the heat from earlier.

    There was still a blush on his face, and his body was full of energy. He felt like he could touch the clouds if he jumped into the air right now. No, why is it a pity? I feel so good. It’s definitely money.

    While feeling puzzled by the strange vitality of his own body, Glenn recalled the conversation between the saintess and the guild master earlier. The resurrection of the Demon King. Well, even he thought it was strange that the one who had threatened the world from the center of the continent for the past tens or hundreds of years would die and disappear just a year after the hero appeared.

    At that time, Glenn himself was busy with his adventures and didn’t know the details, but he probably had some kind of plan in mind. Or, if he believed in prophecies, it was likely that the Demon King’s fate would be to be resurrected like that.

    ‘I got involved in a really weird situation, but whatever. There’s nothing I can do about it.’

    Glenn was well aware of his own situation. For over a year, he had neglected his duties and neglected his duties as a high-ranking adventurer who had received the gold badge. And then, he had accepted the saint’s request and helped her, and witnessed her awakening right before his eyes. No matter how much he cried out, even though he was not related, it was natural for everyone to recognize him as related.

    So, it was clear that the king had given him a serious mission while also making him return. Above all, when else would he use the ‘high-level adventurer’, the top-level talent that the country can easily deploy? And on a top-secret, mission-critical mission. Glenn, who had already had several similar experiences in the past, could not help but be deeply convinced.

    ‘But I feel incredibly uneasy. I would have felt more at ease if the other guys were with me.’

    And Glenn’s anxiety actually lay elsewhere. It was the six high-level adventurers besides him. Most of the other adventurers were away from the kingdom due to long-term requests or personal reasons.

    Of course, on the surface, it was possible to do so under the guise of a national commission, but in reality, it was mostly for satisfying one’s own hobbies or desires.

    The three adventurers currently staying in the Northern Kingdom were ostensibly gathering information, but in reality, one was making money through trade, while the other two were killing time by studying magic at the academy.

    There was no news at all from the two men dispatched to the western mountain range and the central part of the continent, and the same was true for the one man studying the forests of the eastern part of the continent.

    In other words, Glenn is the only high-level adventurer left in the Southern Kingdom who the King can call upon in an emergency.

    ‘I suddenly feel like I’ve become an incredibly loyal subject. Anyway, those guys are traveling around the continent anyway, so I’ll probably meet them all eventually… Hmm?’

    As he walked along, thinking of other adventurers, Glenn recognized a sound coming from somewhere. Normally, the capital city was noisy during the day. There was never a quiet day as vendors, adventurers, citizens, etc., were all talking and doing their own thing.

    However, inside that alley, the sound of a woman being threatened by a man wrapped in a robe was clearly audible.

    ‘Huh…’

    Glenn stopped dead in his tracks at the familiarity of the voice he had heard without thinking.

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