Chapter 133 (1/2)

Translator: Wawaa

Editor: WilsonWilson

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Oh, dear.

Konny slipped one hand up and covered her mouth. Then, she darted her eyes and studied Demian’s face.

‘Is he angry? I suppose he is, right? He’s not thinking that milady is cheating on him, is he? Should I explain it again properly? Won’t that sound like I’m making excuses?’

Konny’s head began to be filled with complicated thoughts. Demian was a very dangerous man, he might kill people out of jealousy. In this case, it would be okay because it was a demon and not a person, but still…

The word ‘simple’ was not enough to describe him. In Konny’s view, Demian was a man with a few screws loose. In that respect, Valentine was not much different.

“About that. Actually…”

After thinking about it, Konny was trying to explain something additionally for Lara. Demian picked up the bread he had put down and took a big bite,

“The venue?”

“Pardon?”

“Where’s the venue?”

Somehow, she felt like she had experienced this situation once in the past. Konny hesitated and drooped her shoulders. Then, she pointed her finger over her head and said.

“First of all, go up and change your clothes. You’re not going to meet milady like that, are you?”

Demian looked down at his clothes. He was wearing leather armor dirty with dust, soil, and black stains. Every time he moved, dry soil fell off his cloak, and Konny frowned because of it.

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Lara’s abode in the temple was a place where access was strictly restricted. Even the priests who were ordered to fulfill their duties could not enter at will. If they wanted to meet the saintess, they always had to contact Lara in advance and make an appointment.

Few people in particular knew about the secret space underground of the abode. Only Lara, Konny, Isadora, Valentine, and Demian were the ones who knew.

“This way.”

So Demian was able to get out of the basement and roam around Lara’s abode at will without anyone else’s notice.

“Can’t I just go like this?”

“Are you planning to disgrace milady’s name? Don’t you know how important the work she is doing right now?”

Konny took Demian to the dressing room. She dragged him, put him in a chair, and brought scissors. Then, she organized his messy hair with her amazing skills and gave him a trim.

“Lady Lara wore a shiny bead dress and went to the demon’s recital today. If need be, she would shake the beads around and destroy the mood of the concert…”

“That’s so like Lara.”

“It was my idea though…”

Konny giggled.

Demian wore a gray shirt, a dark navy velvet dress suit, and a black tie to top it off. When Konny asked how it looked to him, he just answered with a shrug.

“If you’re going, you have to at least look like the most handsome man in the world! Do you know how much sex appeal that red hair is oozing? Lady Eunice said…Whenever he smiles, the mole on the bridge of his nose flinches. She wants to kiss that mole because it seemed like a dot in the middle of a target.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know either.”

Preparations were quickly completed. Demian smiled with gratitude to Konny, who in turn, looked at him with a proud face.

“Thanks, Konny.”

“That’s it! Smile like that! Go and defeat that red hair!”

“Sure, I will come back with a victory.”

The meaning of Konny’s word, ‘defeat,’ seemed a little different from what he thought, but Demian just nodded.

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Paimon’s gaze did not remain with Valac, it was only for a moment that he stared at him. If Lara was any less observant, she would not have even noticed.

“Saintess.”

As if he could not even see Valac, Paimon only caught Lara in his eyes. A voice that seemed to be cracking but strangely erotic squeezed out of his lips.

“Did you like the performance?”

The performance was indescribably great. Lara had no choice but to admit that point. It was so beautiful even to someone like her who did not know much about music.

The night’s recital was held at the theater. Various foods and liquor were placed on the table in front of the stage, the attendants holding trays slowly came and went into the hallways between the audience seats.

Lara sat in the honored guests’ seats and took the glass that Paimon handed over. With one knee on the floor, he held the glass with both hands and politely held it out. His long clothes flowed on the floor. His long fingers moved like dancing.

Half of the people who enjoyed the banquet were glancing their way. The fallen saintess and a seductive slave—that was what they looked like in their eyes.

Paimon, reflected in Lara’s eyes, seemed to be absorbed in the role of slaves. It was not a skill he practiced a day or two. Lara had heard that popular slaves lived more luxuriously than most nobles in Lafort, and that was exactly the case for Paimon.

But rather than acting as a slave of Lafort, Paimon attended to Lara as if he was her own slave. Lara naturally accepted his presence as if she was familiar with all this, regardless of the eyes of the people looking at her.

As the banquet was in full swing and as Lara talked to her friends for a while, Paimon approached Valac and said.

“Shall we talk?”

Paimon’s eyes were shiny. When he was dealing with Lara, his eyes that were as deep as liquor seemed to smell like oil. Valac replied, barely pressing his pounding heart.