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Does your foot get chopped by the ax you trusted in? (3) – unedited
If someone asks me how I feel right now, I will answer like this. Get me out of here!! In fact, if they ask, ‘Did you eat breakfast?’, I will answer the same.
What kind of answer is that, right? Because that’s the only word that comes to my mind right now!
“Have some tea.”
“Ah yes…….”
Like the last time, the Saint served steaming hot tea. However, the memory of my last time was left as a trauma, so I can’t easily get my hands on it.
Just as I was trying to look around… The white-haired handsome man, the Heavenly Deity, hit the table with his fist. The teacup shook, but did not spill.
“Kyaa!”
I was so surprised that I almost cussed out, but luckily the Saint’s screams were faster and I came to my senses. When I refused to drink tea even though the Saint recommended it, the heavenly deity must have put a silent pressure (too openly to say so).
However, when the Saint was even more surprised, the heavenly deity patted the Saint like a baby.
… It was the reason I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
When I first realized that this handsome sculpture standing in front of me was El, the heavenly deity, instead of wanting a handshake or an autograph from a fan part of me that would normally have jumped out, my body stiffened with a sense of mission to protect Merson.
As expected, before long, the heavenly deity showed strong hostility towards Merson and me without holding back. It seemed that he was anxious to strangle Merson right away. At the same time, to the Saint, he was an infinitely warm and caring man…….
However, the saint rejected the heavenly deity and is only interested in Merson.
The atmosphere was like walking on thin ice. The heavenly would be sharpening his sword at Merson, but I didn’t know when a sudden attack would come, so I was constantly watching him.
What the hell is the Saint thinking? She should have told me that the heavenly deity is here! Then I wouldn’t bring him!
At any rate, try touching even one hair on our Merson. I’ll give you hell.
“I knew you would come, Kayle.”
The Saint’ upper body leans toward Merson. Every time that happened, the heavenly deity clenched his fist so hard that his bones popped out. Merson, the person involved, doesn’t seem to have much thought of it. Mind your own business, punk.
“I knew that if I invited Miss Erina, Kayle would follow.”
“…….”
“I’m sorry that I cheated on you unintentionally, Ms. Erina. In fact, it was Kayle that I really wanted to invite.”
“Haha, I know. If I knew there was the heavenly deity, I would have stopped him…….”
“By the way, you lied to me too, didn’t you?”
Ouch! The Saint’s eyes became fierce. That kind of expression is completely different from the saint I knew.
I quickly began listing in my head what lies I had told the saint.
One, deceiving the amnesiac demon king as if he was a normal demon king.
Two, pretending to be courteous while swearing inside.
Just that.
To explain everything properly, it seemed like the heavenly deity who swayed along with the saint would say, ‘How dare you deceive my fiance?’. And it seems like he will cut my throat at once. So I can’t come up with any other excuse. I am truly on the brink of desperation.
“Did you call me here to ask about that?”
It was Merson. Merson, who hadn’t said a word all along, spoke for the first time.
“… I told you Kayle, to meet you…….”
“So why?”
It was then. The table that had been doing fine was overturned, and the black tea, which no one drank, ended up spilling onto the floor without fulfilling its duties. This situation occurred when the heavenly deity grabbed Merson by the collar and lifted him up with a violent movement.
“Who are you to cut off Bella’s words?”
Wow, little shit! How can you just grab his collar like that?!
I quickly yanked at his arm before he gave Merson a fist to the face.
“Let’s talk about it!”
“Get lost, you.”
The heavenly deity swung the arm I was holding on to. He only swung it once, but to my surprise, my body flew away.
Then, my back hit hard against something hard. Bump! Before the pain from hitting my back had gone, something started to fall on my head.
Bump, bump.
“Uh, uuhhh. My back and my head are about to break.”
I rubbed the top of my head and picked up things that had fallen on the floor. It was all books. The book, which was painted dark wine color without a cover, did not look like a regular book sold in the market. However, it was not like a notebook for simple memos.
What? Just as I was about to open it out of curiosity, someone hit my hand hard.
“It hurts!”
Am I your punching bag?! I cried out in annoyance at the continued pain. I looked up quickly, and the Saint, with a pale face, was holding the book I had just held in her hand.
I immediately realized that it must be like a secret book that no one else should see. For example, a dark history collection like an old my***ce account…….
“Erina! Are you okay?”
Merson ran up and asked, perhaps he had got the heavenly deity away. He carefully raised me up, examined me from front to back, straightened the crumpled clothes, and brushed off the dust.
“My back is a little stiff, but it’s not like I’m going to die.”
At that time, the Saint’s shout rang out.
“Look. You lied to me, Erina Holden!”
Oh, I thought it went well, but this topic is brought up again. I don’t know why mentions about lies are popping up here. Haa, people shouldn’t live by committing sins.