episode_0086

The performance is certain.

This was the thought that came to me right after seeing Stië’s healing.

“Breathe… It tastes like iron, so I’ll go… … .”

‘So why do you insist on healing with a kiss on the back of the hand? Why not just put your hand up and do it?’

It was a bit shabby to see him die right after kissing the back of the hand, but anyway.

I calmed my startled heart and walked away.

To Irene, who tried to kiss me earlier.

-Mumble mumble.

“Hey, why him and not the princess? No matter what, there’s no way he would chase me.”

“Irene.”

“… … !!!”

Irene rubs the smooth back of her hand, and stiffens at my words.

I took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

To impose punishment.

“That’s it, over there. Why is Stierga… .”

“——Take off your clothes.”

“… … Yes?”

“All of it, including underwear.”

‘No matter how hurt you are, why are you trying to kiss me like that? I almost felt sorry for Louis!!’

The sin of daring to throw away my first kiss with Louis.

Verdict: Sensitivity is 20 times ticklish.

“Keuheujjyu♡ Why is Stee-nim here♡”

“Why did you do that to my sister!! Eight, eight~!!!”

“You’re only bothering me at the end♡ My head’s going crazy♡”

“Gyahaha! Sis, this kid has frog legs~!!”

Executor, Stier.

Unlike me, he didn’t have any ejaculation in his hands.

* * *

After a brief period of chastity injection.

Stevie and I sat next to Irene, who had a peach-scented diffuser.

“Hehe, sob… ♡”

“So, you think I’m a saint? To heal my wounds?”

“Yes… .”

First, listen to the circumstances.

Irene’s excuse was that she thought I was a saint and tried to kiss me to heal my wounds.

It was hard to understand because he was panting twice as much as yesterday.

I spat out my gasp.

“I told you not to. And if you were hurt, you should have told me first. I would have taken you to Sti.”

“That’s right! I can make the pain fly away!”

“… … I’m sorry.”

Irene answers in a voice that lacks energy.

He had been biting his lower lip and shaking for a while, and after that, he seemed to have lost the strength to move.

… I feel sorry for nothing. Was 20 times too much?

He smoothed away her sweaty hair and then turned his gaze towards Stier.

“By the way, Stee. Healing with your lips, did you tell him to do that when he was kidnapped by that organization?”

“No~? Try it for the first time to make all the pain go away! There, they just put their hands on me and made a paaang~!”

“Who is this the first time you’ve kissed someone like this?”

“Yeah~!”

When I asked if this was the organization that treated him, a clear denial came back.

There was not a single lie in his expression, it seems like they didn’t really treat him like that there.

I felt relieved and my chest lifted.

‘My little brother, you haven’t had your first kiss yet.’

“Phew, thank goodness… .”

“This is so serious~ I can’t do it without your permission~!”

“… Huh?”

However, the explanation of the following Stieri.

My head naturally turned at the mention of permission.

I wondered why he needed my permission to heal him.

But there was no room for water.

It was Irene’s fault for interfering.

“Uh, Uh… Mr. Stier. You said something great, right?”

“Go away all the pain~?”

“Yes. That thing that heals with a kiss.”

A question that takes priority over covering up a body that is completely soaking wet.

It soon became clear why she was so sincere.

“That, that’s what the saint said… By any chance, was Stie the saint?”

“… … What, what what what what what!!!!!?”

‘Well, come to think of it, that’s true!?’

My eyes became as big as lanterns.

No, now that I think about it, it makes sense?

A divine power greater than that of the Archbishop, worthy of praise by that Crow.

The healing power that instantly heals wounds with just one kiss on the back of the hand.

… Is this girl really a saint?

I looked at Stier in surprise.

“Surely not, Stiener, Saintess… .”

“Saint~? What is that~?”

“… … .”

‘No. If this kind of person is a saint, the world will be ruined.’

The awkward smile returned.

Yeah. She’s not a saint. There’s no way such a sloppy thing could be a saint.

I nodded in immediate agreement.

Irene didn’t seem convinced though.

“That, he knows the entire future… .”

“I know what’s for dinner tonight~! Oh, bread and other things dipped in hot cheese~!!”

“Fondue de Fromage (commonly called cheese fondue)? Looks delicious!”

“Right? I was excited to hear that and started singing, but then my sister told me to go out… .”

“What’s for dinner isn’t important right now!! I told you, Stië could be a saint!!?”

…Why is he so serious about the saint?

I was shocked to see him talking while shaking his whole body without even being able to control his body properly.

Even the world’s best Stieger would widen his eyes, so I have nothing more to say.

“Wow~ Sister, this girl’s tits are really jiggling~.”

‘…Does that matter now?’

It seemed like he was excited in a slightly different way than I was.

I covered Irene with a blanket and got up.

“I don’t think so, but just in case, I’ll ask Ferrado. Irene, you rest for a bit, get dressed, and go wash up.”

“Me, me too… .”

“Perado will probably be with Louis. Are you going to let Louis smell that peach scent?”

“… … I’ll wash up quickly and go.”

After Irene was taken away like that.

I held hands with Stier and headed towards Ferrado.

“Ferrado. We talked about the saint today. Is she a saint?”

“… … Yes?”

“What?”

The men were playing cards with each other, and couldn’t help but be flustered by my sudden remark.

He explained in detail what had just happened.

“Irene just hurt her hand, and he made it better.”

“Ah. I can do that too… .”

“One kiss on the back of the hand. It got better in the blink of an eye.”

“… Huh?”

As expected of someone who came to find a saint, he was very focused on the word saint.

But that was only for a moment.

Ferrado, who had been pondering for a moment, smiled in vain.

“No, that won’t happen.”

“Why? Let me tell you after I see you once.”

“It’s a problem of ability transfer. A saint is the exact opposite of a witch, who is favored by everyone. ”

Ferrado then continued the explanation he had given in the morning.

Saint. A prophet sent by God to lead humanity to the right path in times of crisis.

Although there were differences in degree, all saints throughout history received the unconditional favor of humans.

It is said that even the madman who curses the world could not say a bad word to the saint.

In many ways, she was the polar opposite of the witch who made humans tremble in fear.

But, Stee?

I heard he got cursed at in the organization.

Even now, he doesn’t feel that much unnatural favor towards Stiie.

I’m not sure, but it doesn’t seem like she’s a saint?

“In this respect, the princess is closer to a saint.”

“Huh? Sister?”

“Yes. The reason I fell in love with the princess was because her kind personality was like that of a saint.”

“… … .”

‘I didn’t know I’d be called a saint just because I brought her some cookies.’

Anyway, in that respect, I’m more like a saint.

Louis chimed in.

“Yeah. I’ve heard it from time to time, but I heard that people in high society are impatient because she’s not pretty.”

“Wow. I heard that the Imperial social circle is quite brutal, but is it really that bad?”

“Yeah. … It’s partly my fault, but anyway. I’ve never seen anyone say anything bad about Estee. ”

“You’re amazing, Unnie~!”

Even the confirmation of a childhood friend of 10 years.

Stier laughed heartily, perhaps pleased by my compliment.

… but I was actually nervous.

‘That’s just because I worked hard to create a favorable impression. If I were a saint, everyone would have had a favorable impression of 100 from the start.’

I certainly have similar abilities.

The ability to show people’s favorability, which I was able to use after waking up from a stroke when I was 10 years old.

But that was the end of my abilities.

You’re saying that I can only see the favorability rating, but I have to do something to increase it.

… It feels like it starts at 30 at the lowest, but I guess it’s because of my status.

Anyway, my ability wasn’t that fraudulent.

So I’m not a saint. That’s all.

‘In the first place, you can’t even heal with a kiss.’

“That’s enough praise. Then what about this Sti? Is he just a guy with a lot of divine power?”

After blocking the three’s fuse, I asked, “Then what is this?”

Ferrado’s eyes turned towards Stier.

“I think I need to see it myself to be able to answer. Lady Stie, could you do that for me too?”

“To you~? No~ I don’t do that to men~.”

“Ahem. You have a clear taste. Then how about a maid… no, Lady Shepor?”

“He’s okay~!”

“No, what are you doing leaving me behind? You’re hurting me… .”

“If you make even one mistake, the Academy will be blown away. I’ll call him.”

Next, call Shepor for the experiment.

Shepor was dragged out unexpectedly.

“So, can I get hurt? I just happened to scratch my skin a little bit on the parchment… .”

“That’s enough. Lady Stie, please.”

“Yeah~.”

-Tch.

Perhaps in the midst of writing a BL novel, her hands turned red from lightly brushing against rough parchment.

Stier’s lips covered it for a moment and then moved away.

I got better in the blink of an eye.

“Oh my? It was a little painful, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. That’s amazing.”

“All the pain must go away~!”

We look at that sight with wonder.

“Your Highness, so Stie-nim… everyone is gathered here.”

“That’s perfect timing. Irene, you come here too.”

Irene appeared staggering, as if she had just finished washing up.

Before they knew it, the group had all gathered and their gazes turned towards Ferrado.

He had been putting his hand on his chin and deep in thought since a while ago.

and,

“It seems to be the power of the saint. It is different from general healing in both principle and level.”

“That’s right!? As expected, Lady Stië is a saint… .”

“Lady Stiega is not a saint.”

Suddenly, Ferrado’s expression became serious.

“… Maybe, the saint is already dead. At the hands of those so-called organizations. ”