The Saintess Shia Brought Along

The words she said to me as I wallowed in despair?

[If you're desperate, why not use me instead?]

"I don’t have that kind of taste!"

…Seriously, what kind of person does she take me for?

No matter how perverse someone might think I am, there’s no way I’d be feeling that kind of urge in a situation like this. Especially not with her.

Her sudden, outrageous comment made me raise my voice in protest.

[Heh. That suits you better.]

"…Ah."

But only for a moment.

Her kind, gentle smile brought me back to my senses.

She must’ve said it to jolt me out of my despair. A jab at my psyche to snap me awake. And, to be fair, it worked.

‘Right, there’s no way she actually thinks I’m that kind of person. Not in a situation like this….’

* Whisper, whisper.

"Big sis, what are you doing with Dad's… uh, thing?"

"W-we’re talking about the stuff we put on our faces…"

"Don’t teach him weird things right now!"

"…?"

Despite the strange gazes I was now receiving, the important thing was that I had finally regained my composure.@@novelbin@@

Caught up in the dirty talk of the final boss, I’d nearly lost all reason.

“Everyone, could you step back for a moment?”

“Disciple? Why all of a sudden…?”

“I think I need to have a one-on-one conversation with the Saintess.”

I began ushering my companions away. The conversation we were about to have wasn’t something they could easily handle. The subject matter itself went against the “laws” of this world—it was unavoidable.

* Bow.

* Tap, tap.

* Boom.

* Mutter.

* Soft gaze.

* Whack!

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