When the sister woke up, the room was already completely empty.
Or rather, was "empty" the right word?
The table and chairs in the room looked as if they had suffered a devastating blow, lying completely shattered on the floor, while the walls were covered in terrifying cracks.
It was the polar opposite of how the room usually looked when she came to deliver letters.
At the thought of letters, the sister instantly remembered the two bishops. She scrambled to her feet. Although she had no idea why her head still throbbed with pain, she put that concern aside for now.
Scrambling out of the ruined room, she rushed down the hallway.
—In the Hallway—
“Hey! Sister! No running in the hallway!”
The sister was stopped by a passing priest.
“S-sorry, I have an urgent matter with Bishop Karl.”
“You're looking for Karl?”
“Y-yes.”
“Well, that's a bit unfortunate.”
Seeing the awkward look on the priest's face, the sister's heart sank instantly.
“Did something happen to Bishop Karl?”
“He left early this morning with the one named Furni.”
“E-early this morning?”
The sister clearly remembered delivering the letter to the bishop in the afternoon. After that, she had heard some terrifying laughter...
Right! Had she fallen asleep after hearing that terrifying laughter?
The sister's mind began to recall yesterday's terrifying laughter, as well as the blue head she had seen right before she blacked out.
“So... a whole day has passed?!”
“You're a strange little sister. It's already noon. Have you still not fully woken up yet?”
“Did Bishop Furni leave too?”
Clinging to a sliver of hope, the sister grabbed the priest's robes, a trace of desperation in her eyes.
If those two bishops had left, the letters in her hands wouldn't have been stamped.
At the thought of Keith's savage expression from last time, the sister's grip on the priest's robes gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor.
“Huh, what's wrong? Oh, right, those two asked me to give you this before they left.”
The priest fumbled around in his robes for a moment before handing two letters to the sister.
Seeing the two stamped letters, the sister breathed a massive sigh of relief. Thank goodness.
“If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way.”
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
Seeing that the sister was on the verge of kowtowing to him, the priest quickly made his exit from this rather bizarre place.
—Meanwhile, in the Wilderness—
“Furni, do you think that prince—oh, wait, no.”
“I should say, when the emperor sees our masterpiece, do you think he'll fly into a blind rage?”
Karl sat on Furni's back in her dragon form. He was in an exceptionally pleasant mood.
Being personally escorted by a guardian dragon was both comfortable and safe; he didn't have to worry about his life, nor did he have to deal with noble assassins popping up out of nowhere.
At this thought, Karl patted the retirement fund he had quietly pocketed before Furni packed up her massive golden bed.
The smile on his face grew even wider.
“That prince? Perfect. Let this great guardian dragon see just how many trash in this country actually support that piece of garbage.”
As a lazy dragon, Furni didn't mind letting this bloodthirsty prince become the emperor. As long as those nobles started turning to his side, they could naturally round up and eliminate all the scum of the empire at once.
“By the way, Furni, where are we heading next?”
Seeing Furni begin her descent, Karl was a bit puzzled. The surroundings looked rather desolate.
“Why do you have so many questions? This guardian dragon is tired, so I'm going to take a rest now.”
Seeing Karl looking around, Furni couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the old man. Her massive body shrank down, and she sprawled out on the grass to rest.
“You're tired after flying for such a short while? Are you really a dragon?”
Looking at Furni, who was already sunbathing with her legs in the air, Karl's eyes filled with disdain.
“Dragons need to rest too~”
Seeing that Furni had already closed her eyes, Karl didn't bother teasing her any further. He took out his treasured tea leaves and a few small pastries from his bag.
The former human bishop sat on the grass and began to enjoy his lunch.
“Hey, Karl, give me some.”
“No!”
“Stingy!”
Furni snorted two puffs of dragon flame from her nostrils to voice her displeasure, then went straight into a state of hibernation.
—In the Magic Transmission—
【Ivelia, Ivelia!】
【Speak if you have business.】
【Furni is bringing her vassal to see you guys~】
【Go back.】
【Don't be like that~ Please take in a homeless dragon!】
【There's a banquet tonight. Come on your own.】
【Understood, Demon King!】
—End of Magic Transmission—
Ivelia, who was in the middle of sewing a plush doll, abruptly cut off the magic transmission that Furni had forced through.
Looking at the almost finished Miss Saintess plush doll in her hands, a gentle smile graced the Demon King's lips.
Lifting her gaze to look at Lin Ling, who was currently in the room producing an improved version of the Holy Light Stasis, Ivelia accidentally pricked her hand with the needle.
“...”
Staring at the needle that had bent completely out of shape upon hitting her skin, Ivelia seemed to think of something.
Lately, her beloved Miss Saintess didn't seem to resist her intimate physical contact as much anymore.
If she were to get injured at a time like this...
Ivelia looked down at the plush doll made from Miss Saintess's headscarf. It bore Miss Saintess's smiling face, even though it was her first time doing this kind of embroidery.
But she was incredibly eager to see Miss Saintess's expression when she received this gift.
With this in mind, Ivelia looked at the box used to store her sewing needles.
A red light flashed in her eyes.
“Achoo!”
“Is someone talking about Miss Saintess?”
Lin Ling, who was currently crafting crystals in the room, suddenly sneezed. But then again, there seemed to be quite a few people who might be thinking of her.
Sia-chan, the Four Heavenly Kings, her soulmate...
Surely it couldn't be the Demon King, could it?
Although the signals the Demon King sent her way seemed to carry an incredibly romantic aura, and they had practically laid themselves bare to each other at the bathhouse that day.
Could it really be the Demon King?
A blush instantly bloomed on Lin Ling's face at the thought of Ivelia.
No, no, no. But according to what Sia and the others said, the day two days from then should be today, right?
But Miss Saintess still had absolutely no idea what was going to happen!
The thought of everyone in the Demon King's Castle keeping secrets from her like a bunch of riddle-speakers made Lin Ling a little disgruntled.
Even though Miss Saintess could clearly help out too.
As Lin Ling thought this, she suddenly noticed a peculiar hint of red appearing within the blue magic crystal ore Uncle Baroque had given her.
“Oh? So this kind of ore can produce red colors too?”
Staring at the crystal-clear red ore, Lin Ling seemed to think of something.
A faint smile curled upon her lips, mirroring Ivelia's smile far away.
“Then let Miss Saintess do some modifications on you~”
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